#FUTUREVERSED

[jihopng]

obviously, the first person he's thought of when receiving a tip for a supposedly crazy party that's promising to change their entire lives is hyunjoo. of course, he's forwarded it to her, accompanied with a dozen smileys and just the cutest stickers as a plea to go together — alas, after a dozen messages and no reply, there is only one thing that kim jiho can come to think of.

(aside the fact that something bad may have happened and that the last ever message he's sent her is a near-pathetic plea.)

so there he is, with clock hitting 10pm on a weekday's night, making his way to the red hall, the fence that surrounds the building more specifically, far away from its actual entrance, trying to find just the spot. he remembers the last time he's tried it like a proper university law abiding citizen — the security guard telling him to move along and how he doesn't have anything to search for here. it's unusually dark, he notices and the coldness of december bites his cheeks in a manner he doesn't particularly enjoy. though, neither are successful in deterring him from this top secret mission he's set his course on, for better or worse.

so there he is, with all the grace of a new-born fawn, climbing and taking a leap over the fence, an unwarranted amount of confidence coursing through his veins, a heroism that is only befitting this massive feat. limbs flail, his balance teeters on the seesaw of disaster; evident to everyone that his endeavour has been doomed from the start. with a foot left high mid-air, gravity itself conspires against him, thus orchestrating a charming descent: jiho meets the hard, cold ground, his face greeting it first, a loud thud echoing throughout the air. luckily —  it's only the fence that stands as a sole witness to this... spectacle, as he dusts off his bruised head. he raises both of his middle fingers towards the metal piece. it doesn't stop him, though; a pop of limb and some amount of pulsating pain has never stopped him in, well, anything.

instead, he continues onward, counting second floor — one, two, three… and fourth window. jiho grins then, his face adorned with a wide smile & his voice piercing through the otherwise dead silence —

"hyunjoo… the-best-ever-and-totally-the-only-visonary-to-be-trusted-in-my-life-ever-and-forever noh hyunjoo!! wake up, like, now!!"

@futureversed

#지호 — WRITING. #FUTUREVERSED #i kind of rambled omg don't worry about matching. i just could not stop.

[rennymayflower]

SILLIES💥💥💥

#brittcorruption #pink corruption #jsab #tpc #art #au #digital art #fanart #alternate universe #futureverse

[ceragolor]

Various doodles that I never finished enough to post.

#this family has my brain hostage and is not letting GO #magoranza #magolor #taranza #ceradraws #lorelia #futureverse #also a cameo from adult kirby that's not significant enough to be tagged

[dominonary]

yugioctober day 12 - 10 years later

#insector haga #weevil underwood #dinosaur ryuzaki #rex raptor #shrimpshipping #yugioctober #ygotober #ygu #yugioh #nonarty #big shrimp boys talking shit on their way home from their respective jobs #accidentally wrote an entire fic in my head while drawing this #shrimpshipping futureverse

[systemadministratorclu]

Much like she did when she randomly showed up with the Monolith on the roof, Doomsday sends a text to the Atlantis boys, telling them to meet her for a surprise.

This time, though, she tells them to meet her in one of the old buildings outside of the Office, one of the dead ones so as not to disturb anybody or anything.

She's really excited for them to find this surprise. When they arrive, they'll find their ghost friend standing there inspecting her fingernails, while she has one of her big black boots pinning down a man who is currently struggling useless on the filthy floor of the building. She's quite strong despite being a weightless ghost, and so the man just looks like he's swimming in place, kicking up all kinds of debris, although his screams are muffled on account of the sock stuffed into his mouth.

This man is Rourke's father.

When she sees her two buddies arrive, she grins. "Hey hey! Took you two long enough. Look what I found just sitting around a few timelines back exactly where I was looking for him, ehehehehe. Hoo hee hoo ha ha! Ready to party?" she asks, laughing, gesturing over at all the tools she's laid out for them to use.

Leaning against the wall are just about any kind of weapon you can imagine. Anything from knives to baseball bats to a literal rocket launcher.

(Be as little or much graphic as you like. x) )

@the-haunted-office

Milo was confused, having never seen the man before. But Rourke was frozen in shock at the face he'd never expected he would see again.

Jackson Rourke was, of course, pissed. This weird woman had just grabbed him from the bar, where he'd just declared loudly for the millionth time to some nosy person that he didn't have a son. While he knew very well the boy had joined the Army, Jackson told everyone either that the kid was dead or he'd never existed. He was actually glad the day his wife died. It meant she wouldn't stand in his way anymore, as he did what he needed to make sure his son became a real man, not soft like his damn mother insisted on letting him be. As soon as she was gone, he smacked the tears off his ten year old son's face before he knocked him to the floor and gave him something to cry about. The boy had been unconscious and beaten bloody, laying on the floor beside his mother's bed (where her still-warm corpse lay), when Jackson left the room to fix himself a drink. Not his fault the kid was soft and weak.

He hadn't seen Lyle since the boy ran off at age fifteen, yet when he looked up at the newcomers, he knew the bigger man in the gray tank top, green military pants, brown boots, and black fingerless gloves was his son instantly. He had his mother's deep, dark brown eyes. Eyes that went cold when they met Jackson's......yet filled with a disgusting softness and warmth when he looked at the man with him. Though in Jackson's mind, 'man' only applied loosely to this skinny stick freak with those ridiculous huge glasses, which announced the man was deformed somehow.

Milo just had a feeling about today and as a result was dressed a little more dramatically than usual. He was in a black tank top, black pants, lightweight black boots, black wraps around his forearms, and a black leather collar with silver spikes (they were harmless, they only looked sharp.....yes, Lyle had used that pun). He looked like someone out of an action movie. Which was fitting for what was going to happen.

"Uh.....who is he?" Milo asked, snapping Rourke out of his thoughts.

"Sorry. Milo, my love-" Jackson's eyebrows shot up. No way was that right. HIS son? Liked men? And liked.....THAT!? No. No no no, "-meet Jackson Rourke. My.....father." Now the stick man's eyes went as cold as Lyle's, and his lips even curled back into a surprisingly menacing snarl as he looked to Jackson.

"So it's YOU who made my Lyle's life hell." Milo hissed through gritted teeth, his hands in fists at his sides as he stalked toward the man under Doom's boot. He was deliberately slow, like the Terminator, his eyes cold yet blazing at the same time.

"I'm normally not a violent man, Mr. Rourke. But for someone who would do the things you've done to their own child-a CHILD!!-I will make an exception." Jackson was distracted trying to be disgusted by the spit he felt hit his face, and as a result, never saw the foot coming as Milo spun around and drove the toe of his boot HARD into the man's face. Blood and a tooth or two (and the sock) flew from his mouth. He barely had time to recover before Milo's other foot slammed into him just as hard from the other direction, and by the time he recovered from that, Milo had a knife in his hand.

"Get up." He growled.

"Fuck you." Jackson spat, only to be yanked up by his son.

"I would very strongly advise you NOT to piss him off any more." Rourke said, "You WILL regret it." Rourke knew very well that Milo could fight, Rourke, along with Kida and others, had taught him. Now, Rourke found it amusing when someone picked a fight with Milo, thinking it would be an easy win. He knew they had a nasty surprise in store for them.

Milo knew he had this advantage too, and he planned to use it now, as he challenged Rourke's father.

#muse: milo thatch (futureverse) #muse: lyle rourke (futureverse) #cw: violence #cw: child abuse #it's only talked about and isn't happening but I figured I should tag it anyway

[futureversemlp]

I sort of forgot to post this here lol so have an animation meme!

#mlp fanart #my art #my oc #mlp fim #mlp next gen oc #futureverse #ares strongheart #mlp fandom #fanart #mlp #mlp twilight sparkle #animation meme #dont listen animation meme

[gebo4482]

OPEN | Official Teaser

Website

#open #ready player one #ready player 1 #futureverse #teaser #Youtube

[midnightsnackblog]

#my art #my oc #mlp fanart #mlp fim #mlp #futureverse #Valiant Thunder #mlp next gen oc

[xnoxrequiem]

#c; ethan #incorrect futureverse quotes

[grandgrief]

"I have a medium-sized fire axe buried in my spinal column. That sort of thing can really put a crimp on your day." - 💜Ophelia

"I'd escort you to bio division-- sick bay, but we're full to capacity. Chunk of the crew's got some unidentified disease."

That meant addressing the errant fire axe here and now. Battlefield injuries, 1800's style. It was a good thing Ophelia could regenerate. Maybe. Hopefully the wound wasn't exacerbated in the process.

"Alright, on the count of 3... THREE!"

And Nero grabbed onto the handle, yanking out the offending obstruction. He winced a bit, only barely keeping his eyes open for sight of the wound and the mysterious process of its self-repair.

#outofthiisworld #//THX FOR THE ASK I HOPE THIS IS ALRIGHT #this is original space au nero and he's a shithead. futureverse/trek nero is much more pleasant #[ic] activation

[mikurulucky]

So there's this picture book called Le bois aux Licornes, and I'm kinda curious about what storyline it is, I've only seen pictures from it like this and I only know that it's essentially a futureverse fic. Needless to say, Johan's still really pretty even as an aging king. uwu

#beautiful profile #just... absolutely beautiful #johan et pirlouit #johan and peewit #bande dessinée #futureverse

[rennymayflower]

CHAAAAAT I BELIEVE I AM COOKING A 5-STAR MEAL

#brittcorruption #pink corruption #tpc #jsab #art #fanart #au #alternate universe #futureverse #traditional art

[ceragolor]

Yeah I'm going absolutely feral over sweet domestic life.

#magolor #taranza #magoranza #lorelia #mags #tanza #futureverse #first image is naptime second image is them going gardening #ceradraws

[dominonary]

gee it's almost like he's trying to tell you something idk what i could be though

#shrimpshipping #dinosaur ryuzaki #rex raptor #insector haga #weevil underwood #nonarty #one time haga refused and ryuzaki fucked up the dye job on purpose so haga would help him fix it #a small sacrifice #shrimpshipping futureverse

[systemadministratorclu]

After working up enough energy, Thursday comes out of her room to go check on Doomsday's friends to see how they're holding up. Being sort of the one in charge around the Office, she feels that it's her responsibility to check on the others and keep things in order around here.

She knocks on the Atlanteans' door. "Milo? Rourke? You guys in there? You wanna talk?"

@the-haunted-office

There was a few sounds from inside, then a set of heavier footfalls told her who it was before the door even opened. Sure enough, it was Rourke who answered.

"Oh good. Just the person we need. Come in, please." He sounded tired and sad at the same time. And given the visible wet spot on his shirt on one shoulder, it wasn't hard to guess what he'd been doing before she arrived. He led her inside and walked over to the sofa, gently placing a hand on what looked like just a blanket, except for the pair of legs sticking out of it....and the head that moved when Rourke touched it, lifting up to reveal a face still wet with tears and big soft brown eyes red from crying.

"Mi? Thursday's here to see us, although....I think it's you who's more in need. I'm gonna let her have a seat with you, okay?"

"Don't leave, Lyle." He said, his voice barely a whisper, and with a bit of a squeak in it.

"I won't, I promise. I'll just be right over here." Milo nodded slowly and sniffed back a few tears. Rourke nodded and moved aside so Thursday could get to Milo's side.

#i haven't forgotten our other ones. i promise #i just had an idea for this one and wanted to jump on it #muse: milo thatch (futureverse) #muse: lyle rourke (futureverse) #[insert creative title here]

[futureversemlp]

To see more of my mlp stuff and hcs go to my Deviantart, I post there more often

#mlp fanart #mlp fim #scootaloo mlp #mlp redesign #my art #mayonakaotsumami #Futureverse #twilight sparkle #Rainbow Dash #mlp twilight sparkle #mlp rainbow dash #mlp fandom #mlp hc