#cometverse

[syncopein3d]

@whumppromptoftheday This is from your prompt!

CW: badly injured whumpee, implied past violence, robbery, begging.

Broken World

1. Rescue

The Ripper stepped out of a violent tear in reality and into a dark hall. The rift in this universe annealed itself almost immediately, the maddening uncolors of the Other Place quickly vanishing. Then Ripper had to bend almost double for a moment, swallowing the taste of blood as they waited for the pain to stop. They didn’t make a noise. They’d learned not to do that a long time ago.

It was hard to get carnite. A lot of it had been mined out, and it was the source of one of only a few ways to permanently alter the function of metapowers without removing them. It was therefore tremendously valuable. The cache supposedly being kept here in Registered Metahuman Team 99B’s base was said to weigh five kilos and be worth about a billion dollars.

Ripper snorted back more blood inside the medical mask. Real costumes were for people who wanted to be on the news. Ripper was wearing gray sweats and a dingy white tank top with a black hoodie. Their mask was just a black N-95. They weren’t even wearing real shoes. They had tabi socks with lightly textured soles, almost noiseless on the institutional tile floor as they walked down the hall. Their gray backpack was the most expensive thing on them, metal-less, high-density ceramic zippers only.

All the lights were out because nobody was here. The Ninety-Nines were at a parade doing security for the mayor or someone. Ripper didn’t know who and didn’t have a reason to care. The important thing was that Silverant and Teledyne weren’t here, no annoyingly perky speedster, no super strong asshole who could break Ripper’s spine with a tiny finger-flick. None of the others were that dangerous to someone quiet and careful, Ripper told itself.

The ventilation hummed constantly, but the heat felt like it wasn’t doing much. The air was cold. The Ripper knew they were four stories below ground; they needed really precise imaging to get into somewhere they’d never been. It hadn’t been cheap, either. Not many people had been down here on the Vault level. The rooms on either side had little windows in their heavy steel doors. Ripper peeked in all of them until it found the one that looked like a biology lab more than a place to keep rocks: microscopes, fridges, centrifuges. A good look from the door was enough.

Ripper stepped back and reached into the world inside itself and tore it open, clawing at their chest. Their hands went from brown to light blue to flat black as they exhaled into a silent scream. Inside became outside, and now they were in the Other Place, grasping in front of them to tear at the membrane of something made of colors that weren’t real and didn’t make sense. They had to get out before they could focus on the idea that they weren’t real here, either, or it might stop existing before it could get through.

The membrane tore, burning and wet under their fingers, and they slid out into the glittering dark of the lab. They stifled a cough. There was no recording equipment this far down, but it felt so loud in the quiet.

They turned on the overhead lights and rifled all the cupboards. Nothing was locked, not a good sign. And while they were reading the labels on all the little shelves above the counter, someone made a noise.

Ripper froze.

It happened again. Someone had made a sort of whimpering moan that ended in a gasp, like maybe they’d breathed too deep and it hurt. It came from behind one of three doors in the back of the lab. These had bigger windows in them, laced with a diamond pattern of metal reinforcement, so it could see that two were empty. All of them were bolted shut.

In the third one, there was a man tied to a steel chair.

Ripper stood there staring, still swallowing blood inside the mask. That was normal. This wasn’t.

He was middle sized, dark haired, not as brown as the Ripper. He’d been in decent shape before someone beat him with… Ripper measured the size of their own fist with the bruises on his naked belly. The knuckle marks were bigger. Was that Teledyne, Ripper wondered, just pulling his punches? The man’s eyes were swollen, and there was a cut above one eye that had matted his eyebrow and blinded him with blood.

The blood looked sticky and half-crusted. Around his nose it was still red, in horrid congealed bits atop the black. It had taken longer to dry up. His eyes couldn’t be seen at all between the swelling and the dim overhead light. His cheeks were deeply hollow. Bands of muscle pulled tight and stringy across his ribs. A blow had left a mark there, black and blue and swollen. Ripper realized that some of the marks were yellow around it, and tried not to gag as they realized why, that someone had waited for the bruises to fade a little and then hit him there again. Cuts around his jaw showed someone had shaved him carelessly, and a deep shadow said it hadn’t been today. His light gray sweats were spotted with blood drips. His feet looked almost black. They had no toenails.

Hairs stood all the way up along Ripper’s spine. It almost cut and ran right then, but a billion was a lot, and maybe this man knew where it was kept. So instead they unbolted both bolts and opened the door. A thin slice of bright light seemed to hit him like a blow; he jerked back, turning his face away as he wheezed. Ripper heard him swear under his breath.

“I won’t hurt you,” Ripper said. “I’m not one of them.” Their voice sounded rough. It usually did. But it didn’t sound like anyone else’s voice. The man looked around, squinting at the bright light.

“For God’s sake, turn that off,” he said. The Ripper went to turn off the lab lights and came back.

“Tell me where the carnite is and I’ll take you with me,” Ripper said.

“Untie me and I’ll show you,” he said. It took him a couple of tries to get that all out.

The Ripper considered that, looking him over from under their hood. He wasn’t too big. Ripper was taller. And he was in bad, bad shape. Maybe he wouldn’t try anything dumb.

“Yeah, all right.” It walked around to look at the back of the chair. The man’s wrists were zip-tied to each other and the middle bar of the tall chair-back. He had pulled hard enough to make them bleed, but not too recently. The blood had dried all the way. The Ripper pulled at them slightly, getting them off his skin a tiny bit.

“Hold still.” The smallest tear between its fingertips, the smallest gate to the Other Place, separated the plastic like it had been cut. They did it again at the ankles, one by one. THAT didn’t hurt enough to matter. There was only a faint looming shadow for warning before the man crumpled forward. Ripper grabbed at his waist as his cheek smacked into Ripper’s shoulder.

“Hey, careful!”

“Stronger than you look,” the man mumbled, groping weakly at Ripper’s upper arms as he knelt there. He stank of old blood and sweat. “Tha’s good, cause you’re gon’ have to help me walk.”

“Yeah, fine. Come on.” Between the two of them, they managed to get him mostly upright, leaning on Ripper with his arm drawn across its shoulder. “Okay, where’s the carnite?”

“Can you really gemme out of here?” he asked.

“Sure. Organic bodies are easy enough. The Other Place doesn’t like metal, though. You have a pacemaker or anything? Fillings?” He didn’t seem to have any jewelry.

“Nah,” the man said. He wheezed every time he breathed.

“Then no problem. Where’s the carnite?”

“There’s’s secret panel,” the man said. “Kick th’ wall by the blood fridge. That one.” He pointed weakly at a chest-high fridge with a clear front and rows and rows of vials. The Ripper hauled him over there and kicked at the wall with a heel in the spot where there was a smudge. Something hissed, and the panel popped forward and to the side in one abrupt movement.

Inside was a niche with a couple of shelves. There was a green gemstone as big as the Ripper’s fist, a pair of vials of red and blue liquid, and a steel case with a couple of wire fasteners like an ammo box.

The Ripper lowered the man to sit on the floor and reached in to get the case.

“It doesn’t feel like five kilos,” the Ripper said.

“More like four and a half. They. They’b. Been powdering it,” the man said, leaning against the blood fridge with his swollen eyes mostly shut. “So they c’n inject me.”

“What’s your meta?” the Ripper asked, popping the case open. Crushed stone lay in a fat cottony lining. It was the color and sheen of gore. When they poked it, it felt like shards of rock all right, but it was disturbingly warm to the touch. Their stomach turned over. This was it.

“I heal fast. Blood makes other people heal fast, too,” he said. “They said, they.” He stopped to breathe as Ripper closed the case. It turned to look at him.

“They said what?” it asked, a little more gently. They didn’t stop the process of shoving the baggy lining full of carnite into their backpack and zipping it up. They put the empty metal case back.

“Said one more treatment and it won’t. Wear off. Please,” he said. His head swayed as he tried to find Ripper’s face in the shade under their hood. “Don’ leave me here. I can help you. You’re sick, right? Y’sound sick.”

Ripper wasn’t sure he was even telling the truth.

He’d told the truth about the carnite, though. Who cared if he could heal or not? They had what they’d come for. And it would probably piss the Ninety-Nines off not knowing where he’d gone AND losing their cache of the most valuable mineral on the planet.

“You know what, fuck the 99B’s,” Ripper said. “I need both my hands, so you have to hold onto me, all right? Hang on tight.” It grabbed the man’s hands and pulled them around its waist as it turned around, kneeling on the floor. They could feel him resting his face against the backpack, each breath still wheezy and labored.

“Are you a man or a woman?” he asked.

“No,” the Ripper said, and tore the world open.

Part 2 here

#whump #whump prompt #villain #hero #agender villain #superheroes #superpowers #syncopein3d future reference #whumpblr #beaten whumpee #injured whumpee #reluctant caretaker #rescue #begging #cometverse

[crossguild]

the really tragic thing about kepler is that he genuinely likes people. maybe not every individual person, but every long story short is at its core a story about people (including himself) being dumb (affectionate). his suspicion and wariness of the dear listeners is predicated entirely on the threat they might pose to the human race, something that's deeply important to him.

the reason he turns on cutter is because he at least genuinely believes that he's acting in service to humanity, unlike rachel young whose canonically stated motives were essentially 'was bored, thought it'd be funny to torture people on company dime'

the trust the si5 openly display for each other wouldn't have fallen apart so spectacularly if it wasn't sincere. he rarely if ever played mindgames with j&m because there was never a need to; they were always on the same page.

like, you don't buy 50lbs of fireworks for your friend/coworker and then take him on a ten-hour stakeout for a power trip. that would be an insane reading of the character that completely ignores everything the production crew have said, and the way kepler was written in the text of the podcast itself. you do it cause you wanna make your very whiny friend happy and it's funny to fuck with him a little bit before you give him his present.

he's poised as a threat because he's not some sadistic goon (you know... like riemann) and his professionalism is enabled by the ability to be genuinely empathetic and charming, both qualities you need to predict and manipulate other people. violence is consistently a last resort, especially when he can negotiate and persuade instead. this dude has a hard time emotionally connecting to people, but he consistently displays an awareness of and respect for the potential of other people, whether or not they're actually human.

i really get the impression that if he weren't working for goddard, and if he hadn't been under cutter's influence for so long, he'd have been pretty happy in any kind of job where he gets to regularly interact with and help other people in a high-pressure situation. it's just unfortunate that those are also the qualities cutter wanted out of his black ops guy

#warren kepler #wolf 359 #still thinking about cometverse thank u charlotte #takes a break from genshin to put the bastard man in a jar and shake him up a bit

[c0smiccom3t]

I know we're not allowed to come here, but, how about we cut to introductions instead since the day's almost over. I'm going first!

Hello! I'm Phantalie! I'm a soul-eating ghost who tricks careless mortals into my haunted home so i can devour their souls! I use she/they pronouns and they refer me as "The tricky one" in the Cometverse fearsome foursome! Favorite foods: souls! hobbies: tricking humans! But in my free time i just like to play videogames and play with my pet mini-monster. Oh! plus, as a soul-eating ghost, i can shapeshift a lot! I have many shapeshifting forms too (a puppy is an example) I'm only 19 at the moment, but on October 2nd i'll be 20! That's right, i'm a... I guess i can say i'm a Libra! Don't mess with me, or your soul will be my next snack~!

-👻

#ghost girl #oc #original character #girl oc #ghost #art #Fearsome Foursome CometVerse #cute girl #[Off-character: I need to draw more of her lmao]

[ask-the-achs]

*the computer sputters on.*

-------------HEIMDALL VS SUNBLOOD--------------

We. See. All.

Heimdall info:

Height: 5 foot 11

Weight: 200lbs

Weapons: Bare Hands, Asgardian Sword, Hilt of Hofud, Bifrost, Gulltoppr(his mount)

Strengths: As Odin’s son Heimdall is one of the most powerful of the Asgardian Gods in the God of War universe, Godlike strength (Whilst being weaker than the likes of Thor and Baldur Heimdall still possesses extreme physical strength, Can harm the likes of Kratos and Atreus, Can casually tear several ton boulders out of the ground), Godlike durability (Whilst being frailer than the likes of Thor and Baldur Heimdall possesses immense durability, Tanked multiple attacks from Kratos during their battle, Kept fighting even after losing his arm), Godlike speed (Next to Baldur Heimdall can be considered the fastest of the Asgardian Gods, Matched Kratos’ casual combat speed, Speed blitzed Atreus with total ease), Genius intellect (Can be considered to be the second smartest of the Asgardian Gods next to Odin), Possesses the ability to read someone’s intentions (This allows him to read his opponents moves to keep him one step ahead at all times in combat), Can slow time to a crawl with the Hilt of Hofud, Can create new limbs out of Magical constructs to replace those he may lose (Created a new arm to replace the one Kratos severed in their fight), Can weaponise Bifrost, His Mount Gulltoppr can be considered to be one of the most powerful Gradungr, Has thousands of years of experience.

Weaknesses: Is extremely arrogant thanks to his Asgardian nature and will choose death if an opponent manages to best and spare him (Squandered Kratos’ attempt to spare him and kept attacking leading to his demise), His foresight only allows him to judge his opponents bare basic movements and intentions i.e. seeing only the ‘big picture’ rather than the smaller details (He could see that Atreus would cause the fall of Asgard but not that it wasn’t his intention, Could see that Kratos was going to throw the Draupnir Spear but not that the Spear was explosive), Heimdall’s foresight can also be overwhelmed if he is forced to predict too many things at once (This is what allowed Kratos to steadily wear him down until he could land a hit starting the battle as a slow clumsy Berserker before picking up in speed and skill until Heimdall couldn’t handle all of the attacks coming his way).

Sunblood info:

Height:7 foot 3.

Weight:340lbs

Weapons:Bio-gun, science suit, Rythemscale Marx 1(a 20-foot mech suit to match the look of his husband). A high-frequency sword and bare hands.

Strengths:As a newly ascended God and the 2nd in rank for the Cometverse, he's definitely one of the strongest of his home verse. Godlike strength (while only being a god of all mental abilities, he's surprisingly strong. Flipping Ares with no issue soloing Ares three kids and in a few background/non Canon gags accidentally have hurt beings like Mars Venus and even Saturn without meaning it. He stated to be stronger than Cherub and Takie. [Takie can throw trains across cities, and Cherub, the weakest of the gods, shook his homeworld with a thunderous storm. NOTE! We are never told how big his homeworld is, but the numbers from Moontear's files claim it's bigger than Mars but is a bit smaller than Earth.] Paradox claims he could never match him in a battle and Paradox was a near equal to Shiva.), Godlike durability (while not many feats are given he's capable of shrugging off hits from Bealzzabub and Loki pretending to be Thor. Was stated to survive Thor's hammer being dropped on him, but neither will speak about it. Treats being shot by the Seven Lucky Gods as a pain. Took a lighting bolt from Jupiter, who's a Supreme goddess and could beat the other guardians in a fight.), Godlike speed (can teleport using beams of light or even through wifi signals. Can somehow use both the internet and radio waves to get anywhere across the universe. Speedblitz Paradox and Kaito, both of which can dodge attacks from gods. Has said that somehow Lightning is slow to him.), Genius intellect (outsmarted Loki and Brunhilde. Instantly knew what Bellazubub had done to Adamantie and Zerofuku. High intelligence and a photographic memory and a quick working brain help. Somehow outhought a supercomputer made to match the GodKillers.), thanks to his title he has several powers. Hindsight[seeing all past events] Foresight[Seeing the future] emotion sensing, mind reading, telekinesis, element manipulation, tech manipulation, energy manipulation, transfiguration, his own version of pym particals (can shrink and grow things while shifting mass to an alternate dimension.) Dimensional and time travel through his armband. Sensory manipulation.

Weaknesses:Most of his powers require him to concentrate first. Becoming a god at 50 and now being 55 means he hasn't had much time to master his powers. Often is passive and won't fight. CANT VÖLUNDR OR USE MUSICALLY MEDICAL MADNESS (both required his husband.) Is a doctor first fighter later.

[hoshi-neko-hikari]

*A book about Gods of a Cometverse appears infront of Hikari.*

Too bad she can’t exactly read it yet.

[ask-paradox-and-friends]

📃 for Ames

A small dear little bean that adores any and all plush toys! She has been unfortunately hurt unjustly and had spent a large amount of time in a orphanage but do not worry! She has found a new family in the Lovehearts!

Relationships

Alexis 'Dolly' Loveheart (mother)

Mason 'Candii' Loveheart (father)

Lulu,Solar,Shappire,Bella,and JR Loveheart(older sisters)

Max and Chibi Loveheart (little brothers)

Jackie Jackson(aunt and godmother)

Shopie Marryton (aunt and godmother)

REDACTED 'Paradox' REDACTED (uncle and godfather)

Karen/Old Mama (personal demon and main source of pain)

The Gods and Goddesses of the Cometverse (personal guardians[she dosent know])

*if you want part 2 featuring the ACHS just tell me!*

#if ya want another ask for one of my OCs

[ao3feed-kingdomhearts]

by Arcion_Boutique A list of pairings in the Cometverse: a Pokémon and Super Mario crossover alongside the Rabbids and Super Smash Bros. Words: 131, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Anime), Super Mario & Related Fandoms, Kingdom Hearts (Video Games), Super Smash Brothers, Raving Rabbids Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, Multi, Other Characters: Liko (Pokemon), Roy (Pokemon), Original Pokemon Trainer(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Other(s), Princess Rosalina (Nintendo), Serena (Pokemon), Luigi (Nintendo), Hikari | Dawn, Mario (Nintendo), Princess Peach (Nintendo), Princess Daisy (Nintendo), Satoshi | Ash Ketchum, Sora (Kingdom Hearts) Relationships: Zeiyu | Carmine/Original Pokemon Trainer(s), Princess Rosalina (Nintendo)/Shirona | Cynthia, Mario/Princess Peach (Nintendo), Lilie | Lillie/Satoshi | Ash Ketchum, Hikari | Dawn/Koharu | Chloe, Princess Daisy/Luigi (Nintendo), Lutia | Lisia/Serena, Riku/Sora (Kingdom Hearts) Additional Tags: Lists, Headcanon, Fan Characters, Het and Slash, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Canon Het Relationship, Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Pokemon Fusion, Alternate Universe - Super Mario Fusion, Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Multiple Pairings, Rare Characters, Rare Pairings, Next Generation, Next-Gen, Crossover Pairings

#kingdom hearts #kh ao3 feed

[assassination-city-fnf]

"The Cometverse."

💔: "alright, signal sent. You'll be home soon, kid"

[meeedeee]

Cometverse: Sparks of Hope: Victory by RumblingRose

May not be present in the final work, but here are the victory segments for the "Sparks of Hope" arc in the Cometverse.

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#ao3vidfeed

[red-rose-corner]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mario + Rabbids Series (Video Games), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Anime), Raving Rabbids, Super Mario & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Mario (Nintendo), Rabbid Peach (Mario + Rabbids), Rabbid Luigi (Mario + Rabbids), Luigi (Nintendo), Rabbid Mario (Mario + Rabbids), Princess Peach (Nintendo), Edge (Mario + Rabbids), Rabbid Rosalina (Mario + Rabbids), Bowser (Nintendo), Serena (Pokemon), Serena no Mahoxy | Serena's Delphox, Goronda | Pangoro, Serena no Nymphia | Serena's Sylveon Additional Tags: Headcanon, Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Pokemon Fusion, Alternate Universe - Super Mario Fusion, Humor, Crystals, Drabble Collection, Multiple Crossovers Summary:

May not be present in the final work, but here are the victory segments for the "Sparks of Hope" arc in the Cometverse.

[deisbookofdemons]

☆Cometverse or CV for short.☆

"I See..."

"Ah so he's another you. Hello~"

[syncopein3d]

Broken World

2. Bathtub

Part 1

CW: badly injured whumpee, implied past violence, loss of consciousness, bathing, offensive/ignorant cis questions, blood, bruises, broken ribs, difficulty breathing, stranger caretaker.

The Ripper fell over as the rift closed behind them, curled up in shriveled agony like a worm on a hot sidewalk. Its throat felt burnt and almost spiky, like it was grinding against itself in there. It took a few seconds or maybe a year before it could feel anything else or properly breathe. The beaten man’s arm lay limply over their waist, but that wasn’t too concerning. Even healthy people seemed to just shut off when they were dragged through the tears in reality. Maybe it was the uncolors, or just the fact that flesh wasn’t meant to exist there. It didn’t seem to actually hurt people who couldn’t perceive it. It just turned off consciousness like a light switch.

Ripper sat up slowly, gasping on a raw throat, listening to the even wheeze of the man beside them. They were back in the bathroom on the black tile floor. The jacuzzi tub took up most of one end of the room, the rain shower the other. The toilet and sink occupied a sort of neutral territory between them. Ripper shrugged out of the backpack and flexed their shoulders.

“One more,” it said to itself in a harsh whisper. One more, and then they could… Worry about dealing with the stranger. Right. Ripper parted the air in front of them a couple of feet, opening the way into one of many boltholes in out-of-the-way places. This one was inside an empty coffin buried six feet underneath a headstone with the Ripper’s old name on it, about 600 miles from where they currently were. A smell of musty upholstery and plastic wafted out. Ripper stuffed the backpack through into a nest of blue tarps and closed the rift. The air seamed shut again as if it had been sewn.

It just sat and breathed for a second. That didn’t hurt as much, or as long, but they could feel their nose bleeding. They checked on the unconscious man – still lying on his side, still breathing loudly – and got up to go clean up their bloody nose and ears in the sink. They groped around for a new N95 and chucked the old one into a pile of its fellows in the steel cylinder by the sink.

The man groaned. Ripper turned, pulling their hood back up, and went to kneel next to him. They nudged his shoulder warily with a toe, in case he was one of the people who would come out of it fighting. This turned out to be a good assessment, because he slammed his fist into the tile floor on an arc with where Ripper’s chest roughly would have been and scuttled backward on his ass at a surprising speed. He didn’t get very far before he fell over onto one shoulder again.

“You done?” the Ripper asked, into an awkward silence.

“Where’re we?” the man asked, more carefully pushing up onto an elbow. His voice didn’t sound a lot better than Ripper’s, just lower-pitched.

“In a dead man’s mansion. His kids have been fighting over the estate for about five years.”

“How far from…”

“From the 99B base? It’s in Illinois and we’re in Tacoma, Washington. Relax.”

The man looked around, squinting through his bruised and puffy eyes. His eyelashes were so sticky with blood that every blink was delayed by the need to pry them apart. His hair hung in greasy strings almost to his shoulders.

“I c’n stay here?” he asked, probably trying to sound like he didn’t care about the answer but unable to manage that in a pained wheeze.

“Only if you get in the tub. You stink, and I can’t tell what to do for you until the blood is off.”

Between the two of them, they managed to haul him over the edge into the jacuzzi tub. Ripper had to lean on the edge afterward, waiting for its muscles to remember what they were for. It snorted back more oozing from its nose.

“You smell like blood,” the man said.

“Fuck you, that’s just you. Take your pants off.” It dragged itself over to turn on the taps lightly, testing the water with one hand.

“I can’ smell me any more. Whass your name?”

“Ripper.”

“I didn’t ask for your RMID.”

“I don’t have one.”

“I’m Robert.” It had to help him awkwardly crawl out of his trousers. There were horizontal bar marks across his thighs and shins that hadn’t come from a fist. Maybe a cane. It didn’t look closely at his groin other than to make sure his scrotum wasn’t bleeding. A cock was a cock.

“Who did that?” it asked. “Teledyne punched you.”

“I never saw. He just kept laughing,” Robert said. His head lolled back against the sloping back of the tub. Now something in his chest was rattling. Ripper could see him laboring to breathe through the pain, their sore throat throbbing in sympathy. A sliver of white showed between his eyelids.

“Hey. Hey, Robert.” Ripper grabbed at his shoulder, never mind the risk of getting hit. “Wake up. Don’t die, dammit, don’t waste my time.”

“I’m alive,” he croaked, waving an arm weakly. He squinted his sticky eyes open with difficulty and looked down at himself again. The water was already turning rusty as it pooled around his legs, but Ripper hadn’t blocked the drain.

“Mystifier can be invisible. And he carries a staff,” Ripper said. “He’s not the most powerful on that team, but that doesn’t matter when you’re tied to a chair. How long since you had a drink?”

“Dunno.”

Ripper stifled a groan as they got up to go to the guest room next door and get a water bottle from the big cheap case. They trudged back as they unscrewed it. “Here. Sip a little.”

Robert swallowed obediently as they tilted the bottle up to his split lips. Then they set it aside and reached over to drag out the little shower nozzle on its tube from between the faucets. “This is probably going to hurt.”

“It already hurts, dude – girl? –“

“Thing?”

“It already hurts, thing? Sounds weird.”

“I don’t care,” Ripper said coldly. “I’m not a dude or a girl.”

Robert lifted one hand and let it drop. “Fine. Thing it is.”

Part 3

#whump #whumpblr #hurt/comfort #superhero oc #supervillain oc #small-time villains #cometverse #@whatwhump

[robinwonder9]

Nightmare!Sans by @jokublog

Epic!Sans by @yugogeer012

CometVerse Nightmare by yours truly :)

#nightmaresans #epicsans #moon #cometverse #cometversenightmare #undertaleau #myart #scobysart

[c0smiccom3t]

Alright. I suppose it is MY turn to introduce myself. Watch how a genius does it properly, you two buffoons. I am Count Jackabre, My pronouns are he/him, i'm Bisexual, and most importantly i am a troublemaker in the Snugglestar galaxy who wants to conquer it. I'm a sorcertist (not a sorcerer or a scientist, but BOTH!) and i make potions, spells, and so on! I LOVE candy and sweets. I'd only eat those out of other stuff. my favorite food is cake, even though sometimes it makes me a little gassy. My birthday is on October 31st (surprisingly). I have minions too, such as my three Spump-Jacks, Tricket, Risket and Disket. Aside from being a villain, I like taking long naps, plus i do love a good visit to the graveyard. That's about it. No more introductions since You already know who Dajo is. Feel free to ask us 3 questions, Ta-ta

-🎃

#oc #original character #fearsome foursome CometVerse #Snugglestar #ocs #jack o lantern #villain #character design

[mewnihistorian]

CCA S1E1

It was the middle of the night and Comet heard rustling down stairs. He grabbed his sword and walked downstairs. “Hello?” Comet said as he walked downstairs. He heard sloshing sounds and saw a cauldron in the fire place, with a tiny person stirring the pot. “No way... that looks like...” Comet said. The person turned around, the same person he’s seen in his dreams before. “What do you think Comet?” She said holding the wooden spoon. “More salt, less salt?” She said. Comet screamed as he put his hands on is cheeks. “AAAAHHHHH!” He screamed, then she had the spoon shoved in his mouth.

Comet woke up with his blanket in his mouth, he then spit it out. “What does that lady WANT?!” Ever since he turned 15 two months ago he’s been seeing images of that lady in his dreams, though that was the first time he saw her clearly. He saw it was morning and decided get ready for school. He put on his red jacket and picked up his shoes when he saw some kind of gunk on the bottom. “What the?” He said as he rubbed his finger on it. “I swear I’ve seen this before.” He then put on a different pair of shoes and headed down stairs. “For the love of-“ Marco stoped when he saw his son. “Corn.” He said. “Your sister ate the whole box again.“ “Um, it could be mom. She’s addicted to that cereal too.” Comet said, entering the kitchen, grabbing a waffle. "No. Oddly when your mother’s pregnant Sugar Seeds revolt her, it’s the only thing she won’t eat.” Marco explained. “Where are they anyway?" Comet asked. “Your sister’s in the living room and Star is in the bathroom.” Marco said. “She’s morning sick again?” Comet asked. “Oh yeah. With Angel not so much, but you... that’s how we learned... so much for the first three days we thought she had some soft of bug..” Marco chuckled. Star then came down stairs, moaning. “Morning all...” She said. “Wow mom, you look awful.” Angel said, popping her head over the couch. “Watch it...” Star said, looking at her daughter. “Bean juice please...” “Come on Star, you know it’s just called coffee, and you know you're not supposed to drink it while pregnant.” Marco said, moving the coffee cup away from Star. “Ugh! Fine...” Star said. “But I do have some good new about our baby, I know what it’s gonna be!” “Come on Star, that is ridiculous.” Marco said. “No it’s not!” Star rebuttaled. “What is mom talking about?” Angel asked, climbing on the back of the couch. “Back on Mewni mew-woman would have a dream that would tell them the gender of their baby, but that’s just an old wives tail.” Marco said. “Is not! I had a dream predicting this one was a girl” Star pointed at Angel “and this one was a boy.” Star pointed to her son. “All dreams have meanings Marco. You should know that.” Star winked at him. “Yeah... dreams have meaning...” Comet said, looking at his waffle. “Um Comet, is there something you want to tell me?” Star said, noticing her child’s face. “Um no. I’ve gotta get to school early!” Comet grabbed his bag and dashed out the door, forgetting his waffle. “Do we believe him?” Marco asked. “Absolutely... not.” Star said. “But if he’s hiding something he has a good reason. How bad could it be anyway?” “He’s our son. Think about it.” Marco said, grabbing the waffle. ……… Comet was walking in the locker area of Echo Creek Academy when he felt something tickling his left shoulder. Comet turned and saw nothing. “Boo!” Solaria said from Comet's right, making him jump. “Ha! You always fall for that!” She said, retracting her tail. “You know you only use that tail for pranks right?” Comet said, painting. “Yeah, and I love it!” She chuckled. Comet headed over to his locker when he was his ex, Rasticore Jr. standing by it. “Hey Rasticore.” Comet said. “Hey Comet.” He said, then handed him a silver spiked bracelet. “I found this at Rex's house. She said you left it after her party last month.” “Thanks. Wait, why did she never give it back?” Comet asked. “I don’t know. She's a Raptorix, they horde things.” Rasticore said. “Well thanks. Hey, were still on to see Eclipsa’s rock show next Saturday?” Comet asked, putting his bracelet away. “Of course!” Rasticore said. “Anyway, later man.” He said, throwing a peace out sign. Comet smiled and turned to see his Solaria smiling. “What?” “You two are so cute together, why did you break up?” She asked. “Because we didn’t make a great couple, okay? Seriously, it just didn’t work out between us. Nobody dumped anybody.” Comet said aggressively. “But we’re still friends.” “Hey, I’m not judging! I’m in love with the spawn of a homicidal genocidal psychopath! Specifically one who wants to kill my family most.” She said. “Yeah I guess so. I mean-“ “But I will judge you for dating Sol's sister. Seriously she tried to behead us all!” “Hey!” Comet said. “You met her too and you had no idea she was planning on axing us! So don’t judge me on her.” Comet then opened his locker. “Yeah, I guess she did seem normal. I mean she looked nothing her mother, but she shares the same beliefs as that fried chicken brained... sociopath!” Solaria ranted. Comet then closed his locker and saw Ashly on the other side. “Someone say fried chicken?” She asked. “We were talking about Mina Loveberry.” Solaria said. “Oh. Well if anyone wants any I have some.” Ashly said. She then pulled her hand from behind her back, revealing a meat leg, she then took a big bite out of it. “Wait, you have fried chicken, but you’re eating a megafowl leg?” Solaria said. “For breakfast?” Comet added. “Hey! Do you know how many calories I burn a day?” She then smacked them on the head with her megafowl leg. “Ow!” They both said. “I need to eat right.” She then took a bite out of her meat. “So why talk about Mina?” “Just talking about my ex.” Comet said. “Oh the one who tried to behead you?” Ashly asked. “Yeah, she definitely takes after her mother. You lucked out with Sol.” She said, pointing at Solaria. “Oh don’t I know it.” Solaria smiled. “What about you Ashly? Aren’t you dating someone from Silver Hill Prep?” Comet asked. “Oh I dumped him. He was a major jerk.” Ashly took another bite. “Wasn’t that like the second one this month?” Comet chucked. Ashly growled and devoured the rest of the meat and hit him on the head with the bone. “Ow!” He said, rubbing his head. Solaria chuckled. “You know you two would make a great couple!” Solaria said. “WHAT?!” They both said. “How could you think that?!” Comet said. “She just wacked me with a bone!” “I know but still, you two just seem like the kind of people who would click!” She giggled. “You two should just give it a chance!” “Solaria, are you sure your brain grew back when your body did after your last shrink?” Ashly said. “Relax guys I’m just joking. Mostly.” Solaria smiled. “Anyway, I’ve gotta met Sol before class. Later.” She then walked away. “Man, can you believe her?” Comet said. “Thinking we you be a couple...” He then put his hand on his stomach as it growled. “Sounds like you need some breakfast. I’d offer you the marrow, but it’s the best part.” Ashly dug around in her bag and pulled out a bag or ribs. “Oops, that my lunch.” She dug around some more and pulled out a bag of chicken patties. “Here.” She handed him a patty. “Thanks.” Comet took a bite of the patty. “I’ll see you later.” ……… It was afternoon and Comet was sitting on his bed listening to his Mirror Pod when he felt something sharp puncture on his leg. “What the-” He looked and saw it was Max. “Dude, what the corn wad?!” He said rubbing his leg. “Would you rather I lick your face?” Max smiled. “Anyway, it’s Friday night! Come on, let’s party!” “I don’t know Max, I just don’t really feel like it tonight. I didn’t sleep well last night...” Comet said. “Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” Max scrounged up next to him. “Come on!” “Max no...” Comet said, lying back down. “Fine. You leave me no choice.” Max said. He hovered over Comet’s desk, specifically his mirror phone. “Max...” Comet said. “Don’t you-” Max then touched his neck to the desk, and floated up with the mirror phone gone. “You’ll get it back after we go clubbing.” “You know your evil, right?” Comet said, sitting up. “Actually the correct term would be ‘devious’.” Max corrected. He then picked up a hat with his horn and tossed it at Comet. “Now geto you butt up and let’s go!!” It was midnight and Comet was heading back into his room, and planted his face on his bed, the light turned on and he growled. “Comet!” Star yelled. “Do you know how early it is? It’s Friday!” She said. “I just needed to come home. I didn’t sleep well last night.” Comet said. “I know.” She said, pulling off his hat. “I heard you screaming. I was already up because this one is already using my bladder like a squeeze toy.” She put her hand on her stomach. “If there’s something wrong, you can tell me.” Comet then stat up. “Fine. Do you regret destroying it? Magic I mean?” He asked. “Oh.” Star said. “Well, there are times I wish I could still narwhal blast. And maybe I was a little hasty, but I still stand by my decision to destroy the magic. Why?” “I don’t know, it’s just my dreams might have something to do with magic.” Comet said. “Maybe. Magic was a pretty big part of our family’s history, and your were raised in a time without magic. It’s only natural you would wonder about it.” Star said. “Yeah, I guess.” Comet said. “But are you sure you destroyed it all? I mean Toffee-“ “Toffee wasn’t four magical Butterflies.” Star said. “It’s gone Comet, all of it.” Star said, then got up. “Now I’ve gotta go pee again. Six more months of this and you’ll get a new brother.” “Which will make Angel the middle child, I heard they can be nasty.” Comet said, then chuckled. He took off his gloves and boots and just went to sleep in his clothes. ……… ……… ……… “....the bond...” A female voice said. Comet opened his eyes and saw nothing. He felt he was in some kind of liquid, and started moving around. “...sew the...” the voice said. Comet continued to looked and saw nothing. “...Cleave the...” ‘That sounds like the Whispering Spell.’ Comet though unable to open his mouth. He then saw a glow coming in from behind him. He turned and saw a small yellow flickering light, moving closer to him. “Start the magic.” It said clearly. Before he even realized it he was putting his hand out. He then grabbed it, and it burned. Comet screamed an bubbles flew out of his mouth. He then felt himself become weightless, and then he head was above whatever he was in. He took deep breaths realized where he was... the Pit. He swam to the edge and climbed out and spat out the goo. He turned and saw the remains of the old Britta's Tacos hut, where the old Earth Well was. “This wasn’t a dream.” He looked closer at the goop and realized it was the same as the stuff on his shoes earlier. “I must have come here... before...” Comet put his hands on his cheeks and started to panic. “I can’t tell mom and dad... or anyone...” As he pulled his hands away and the goo was removed from his cheeks, and slightest of glows was fading away. He then got up and ran off, not seeing a slight glow rising then fading away from the center of the Pit.

#star butterfly #marco diaz #Angel diaz #comet Diaz #sol loveberry #solaria butterfly II #max ponyhead #rasticore jr #svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #cometverse

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How to assert dominance over your really tall significant other: kabedon him

Feat. A really self indulgent kh au with my best bro

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