#madness made sane

[fandomnerd9602]

Madness Made Sane

Part One (REWRITE)

For @deafeningsharkslimeempath @jacelion

I’ve seen universes collapse. I’ve seen heroes fall and robot overlords rise. A fortune teller told me that my powers lined up with an old prophecy.

The Scarlet King, a nexus being. A king would rise to fight a witch clothed in scarlet. It was never said who would win in the end. I was destined to be a champion to protect worlds from Chthon, the destroyer. Some protector I turned out to be.

My world fell to the might of Ultron. I was only saved by the Watcher right as my world was destroyed. He told me my fate was bigger than one world. Whatever that meant.

I lost track over the countless worlds that I traversed. I barely found a place to lay my head before I had some monster tracking me. Not exactly easy living.

With time I met up with another multiversal traveler. America Chavez, AC as I grew to call her. It felt like I had a sister in her, and to her, I was her protector her guardian. We looked out for one another. We ate together, fought together, told each other terrible jokes. It was a blast.

Eventually we met up with some sorcerer who called himself Defender Strange. Apparently he was part of a team called the Defenders.

And so that leads us to right now in my tale. Strange, Chavez and I were running. A mummified looking being of pure destruction on our tails.

"Keep going!" Strange yells to Chavez as him and I worked to hold the monster at bay. The monster's reddish pupils stared daggers into mine.

I hurled a slab of sharpened concrete into it. The monster lost its footing but only momentarily.

"Y/N!!" America called out to me. The monster slammed its linen tentacle into a chest, knocking all the air out of my lungs and off the edge of the precipice Strange and I had found ourselves on.

Strange tried to catch me but it was too late. I fell further and further into the void. The last thing I heard was America's screams as it all faded to black.

Or so I thought.

"I think he's dead" a young voice called out in the darkened void.

"So are we going to poke him with a stick or not?" another similar voice asked.

I opened my eyes to find two twin boys standing over me, their attention was on one another, arguing. I was in the backyard of a two story suburban home. Did I fall into Pleasantville?!?

"I'm not gonna poke a dead body, Tommy!" the one in red and blue argued, "Mom would kill us if she found out we poked a dead-"

His brother, clothed in a green track jacket, screamed, "Billy!!! He's not dead!"

The boys screamed. I couldn't help but scream too. I tried to get up but I ended tripping on a metal slide.

"Where am I?" I tried to get my bearings. "Who are you?"

"You fell from space" Billy answered, pointing up to the sky.

"Spaceman. We. mean you. no harm" Tommy tried to pronounce each word to me.

"It's okay guys, I speak English" I tried to pacify them. "All I remember is-"

I was cut off by a burst of red magic. Chaos magic. It picked me up and lifted me a couple feet in the air.

"Who are you?" A female voice called out from the nearby house. And out walked her. Five foot six, long reddish hair, dazzling green eyes. Red hoodie and yoga pants that fit her just right. She was gorgeous. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

I wasn't one to believe in love at first sight. But seeing her, I could start believing in it.

"Mom! Don't!" Billy shouted to the woman. "He's friendly."

I could feel her. Her essence probed my very being.

"I can hear your thoughts of me" her ethereal self giggle and blushed. "I'm Wanda. Wanda Maximoff"

"(Y/N)" I answer back as she set me down gently.

"I haven't met another magic user in a long time" she walks up to me and shakes my hand. "Where did you come from?"

"Earth 96. It no longer exists." I answer back. "Do you know of anyone who might be able to help?"

"I think I might know someone" Wanda answers back. "Would you like to stay for supper? I have paprikesh on the stove."

"Paprikesh sounds wonderful" I answer back with a smile.

Dinner was nice. The first real meal I had around a table since I lost home. The boys relegated me with tales of their lives, their powers, and even their dreams of someday joining their Earth's Mightiest Heroes: the Illuminati.

"On my world we had Avengers. Iron Man, Cap, Hulk, Thor, the Black Widow. They were great" I sadly reflected on the team I lost.

Wanda reached across the table and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. Her eyes told me of immense pain and yet there was a resolve there, stronger than my own.

Wanda put the boys down for bed in their rooms. I quietly sat on the couch as she tossed me a pillow and a blanket.

"I can write down the directions for you and you can head out after breakfast tomorrow. If you want." She smiles at me.

"Thank you Wanda." I flash a small smile at her. "you know Billy and Tommy are amazing."

"well they had me for a mother" she jokes. We couldn't help but share a laugh. "Is it true?"

"Is what true?" I looked at her confused

"That you think I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen?" I was left dry mouthed. She giggles, "I read your mind when we met."

"well I mean...uh...um" this woman left me speechless.

"Good night Y/N" she walks up to her room, a saunter in her step. A lesser man would've followed her right up those steps. If I could stay on this world, I would've.

But Chavez needed me. The Scarlet Witch was still hunting her.

I set out the next morning. Giving the Maximoff clan a hug before I left. I flew to the coordinates Wanda gave me.

A large stone building in the middle of Central Park. No markings no signs. Just a large slab of concrete.

I approach the only door in to the building. I didn't even knock and the door opens on its own.

"Welcome to the Illuminati" a polite English voice calls out to me.

"Thank you, Mister..."

"Xavier. Charles Xavier" the voice answered as a hover chair bound man floated out to greet me.

This should be interesting.

To Be Continued...

#marvel #madness made sane #multiverse of madness spoilers #wanda maximoff x male reader #wanda my beloved #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #doctor strange #america chavez

[bet-on-me-13]

Fright Knight adopts Danny

So.

Lets say that Danny had his Accident way earlier than in Canon, let's say when he was 6.

He becomes a Halfa instantly and is transported to the Realms. He wanders around aimlessly as he tries to find a way back to his home.

He is scared and alone, and can't find a safe place to rest without the random monsters of the Realms attacking him, so when he finds a scary looking Castle he decides that it's better than nothing and sneaks in.

Unfortunately, he is followed by a Monster and has to defend himself. He quickly grabs the nearest weapon he can find, a cool looking green sword, and tries to defend himself.

He nearly manages to beat the Monster, but the sword is knocked out of his hands and he is pinned to the ground. Suddenly, the Monster cries out in pain, and Space itself warps and contorts as the Monster is sucked away to some other location (sucked into the nightmare dimension)

Where the Monster used to be standing was now a 7 Ft Tall, extremely intimidating, Knight holding the green sword from earlier.

Danny, injured and out of energy, just collapses and hopes that the knight won't kill him.

...

Fright Knight didn't know what to expect when he felt his sword be pulled from it's resting place.

Maybe Plasmius had tried stealing it again? Or some random Magician had stolen it for Power? Or maybe some Blob Ghost had knocked it over while wandering about?

Whatever the case, he wasn't expecting a Baby to he the one using his Sword. And not just a Ghost who had formed recently, it was a Literal Baby who had just become a Ghost.

He didn't expect to become a Dad like this, but he wouldn't complain either

#Dp x dc #Dpxdc #Dc x dp #Dcxdp #Danny phantom #Fright Knight #Frighty us a dad now #It wasn't a choice but he'll accept it #When Pariah is released he is approached by his knight and a kid in oversized armor #This sight shocks him out of his Bloodthirsty madness long enough to endear himself with his loyal knights new squire #Danny gets adopted by Fright Knight #And Pariah Dark #Danny somehow makes Pariah sane again #Let's say thay Pariah went insane because he was too strong and the power made him crazy #Danny became the prince and took some of that power #There. Fixed. #They are a happy family now sir #Meanwhile in the Living World: WHERE IS THE BABY!? JAZZ DID YOU SEE WHERE HE WENT?!

[muchmossymess]

Why is everyone here so obsessed with sex and romance why can't you appreciate the comedic genius of "rivals who fight about parenting to rile the other up to begrudging coparents who bicker like a divorced couple to actually maybe tolerating the other and the insults are now less spiteful and biting to hells first qpr (queerplatonic rivalry) to hells first qpr (queerplatonic relationship)"

#like. gah. there is so so so many interesting ways to take this dynamic and you chose kiss and fuck #i can excuse the aphobia but i draw the line at ooc dynamics (ITS A JOKE A REFERENCE A JOKE I DONT EXCUSE APHOBIA) #sigh #i can excuse all the smut to a point but like. you took the (ONLY) canonically sex repulsed character and made him fuck the dilf #and you didnt even make it an exploration of sexuality with the realisation sex isnt necessary for a relationship #or that its ok to actually hate sex #(when it involves yourself. so long as its safe sane and consensual its not really your business) #ughbkembaalgk ive lost my train of thought i think its late but yeah im just a lil pissy about the casual aphobia #dont even get me started on the blatant stuff ffs #radiostar #radioapple #appleradio #alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #moss' madness

[solargeist]

people need to start throwing pies and shoes at politicians again fr

#ive been so mad this week i feel so crazy #i cant say what im actually thinking abt politicians . but they should know better . given.. yknow. history #ive been v political since i was 14 #my stance on the matter is free palestine !! stand together !! speak out! throw rocks #if ur uncertain or confused abt things check out Hasanabi on twitch or YT .... #he keeps me sane AUGH #im being political on my art account bc i have made fun of boris johnson here b4 . im ALLOWED!!

[plan-3-tmars]

went to the south side of dublin for the first time and oh my god it felt like I walked into another world

#this is not the ireland i know #i went to avoca for lunch and the prices made me wanna die a little #€5 for tea?? €200 for a scarf?? are you mad?!?! #seeing people shop around with these insane prices like they were perfectly normal made me feel like the only sane person there #mars realises rich people actually exist and are not made up #marsy lore

[sofiiel]

Screw it, new headcannon - Argyle joined Corroded Coffin, and they ran away to the city to live with Kali and the crew. Now it's just a giant silly little caravan.

Axel and Gareth are playing the air drums during the van ride.

Eddie stole Mick's flannel shirt. (chrissy is trying to help her get it back)

Kali is showing Argyle her illusion abilities, and now he can't tell if he's high or not.

Jeff and Funshine are devouring pineapple pizza. (Barbs trying to tell them to slow down or they'll get sick.)

Grant/Freak1/Dougie is having a jam session with Dottie, as she plays the tambourine.

And you know what? Keith's there too, why the hell not? He doesn't know how he got there, but he's having a blast. Eden has run away as well, she fits right in.

Argyle, Eden, Eddie and Barb just bought postcards to send to Nancy, Jonathan, Susie and Dustin.

They're living their best caravan lives. Entering a 1990s van life era hippie style by day, and acting as vigilantes against super secret organizations by night.

Wayne and Funshine are the designated dads, like Alfred and Gordon (batman analogy)

#this is how I stay sane #argyle #argyle stranger things #argyle headcanon #eddie headcanon #corroded coffin headcanon #events made me mad enough to crawl out of my hole for a while....

[wroteclassicaly]

Literally, only 45% of the JQ fandom are respectful and decent people. The rest of them make us look bad by their nasty/disrespectful/unsafe/greedy behavior regarding him and his coworkers.

#whether it’s shipping wars or hating on his costar or harassing him or stalking him… #it’s like the rest 55% of the rest of y’all make us sane fans who actually care about him as a human — look bad #the shipping fights have made it a separation of the fandom and called names if you like one ship or the other #people hate on his costar for her own opinions (that she has EVERY right to) #if I were jq I wouldn’t want to come back to st because of this mind boggling madness #the 55% need to go away and leave him alone and leave his costars alone too

[hurglewurm]

2am thinking about death and violence but my cat sensed it and came running in here to scream and stand on me

#i worry sometimes though. even with her around #the patterns i've been avoiding they are coming back #they are loud #i am too young to have lived this life dude. #isolation truly drives one mad but it's not always your own choice to cope this way #if i am feeling avoided and ignored by all. then i am going to isolate further. because #it's about control it's about feeling like you made this choice #it's easier to blame yourself because it hurts too much otherwise #ANYWAYYYYYYYYYY I'm going to sleep now. fucking hell #oh to be sane. oh to have pleasant thoughts about oneself #no one in my real life know how bad it's getting #or i think they don't. if they do then well #whatever I'm a burden I'm a nightmare to deal with #also sorry for doing this on the internet every two days????? this has been building since. may or june #no one on the internet is allowed to worry about me though #I'm in bed I'm sleeping it's fine #i often think to myself. surely thinking back i was normal and not depressed. #and i always struggle to find a clear answer #i think i was happy when i was 11 #... yikes

[toastsnaffler]

my graduation is supposed to be in august + im requesting to graduate in absentia but i feel terrible abt it bc im not telling my parents 😑

#just bc if i do tell them they'll probably pressure me into going. and i dont fucking want to its my degree i can celebrate how i like #i wont even be living here in august!! and its a wednesday which is super awkward + im only allowed 2 guests but i have 4 parents lmao #which means i have to choose between my mum and dad. which will end up in hurt feelings either way #and theyre making us pay for our own robes which is stupid bc they literally have like 40k from me already #i cant sit in a stuffy hall through a two hour long ceremony that i wont even be able to hear with no one i know ill commit homicide #no point in doing drinks aftwr bc none of my friends have the same graduation date and i dont drink #like theres not a single reason why i would want to go. so im not going to #but i can already feel how disappointed theyll be.... and theyll be more mad if i dont tell them beforehand but i dont want to debate it!! #ik this is such a stupid thing but its making me stress like hell #ugh #my current plan of attack is not to tell them until they ask abt it and then the decision will be made so they cant do anything abt it #even if theyre upset abt it. but i HATE lying even by omission im the least dishonest person ever this is making me feel sick #and i have to tell them eventually bc ill need to get my diploma delivered to them so arghhhhhh #i technically got my degree over a year ago anyway bc i dropped out this is so dumb #they shouldve just been like sorry no ceremony for dropouts!! and then it wouldnt be my problem #whatever. deadline for registering is at 5 so itll be out of my hands once that passes thank fuck #.diaries #i think im getting unnecessarily worked up abt it bc im just generally in a shitty mood tbh #gonna go for a walk and find somewhere to sit and read outside until i feel more sane i think

[thedreadvampy]

also yeah I do know I'm largely being a bitch specifically because Sandman means a lot to me (as it does to many people) so I feel a sense of protectiveness about it. this is about me not about you and it's totally fair to be like haha I do not care for your opinion.

but it's my blog and I'll cry if I want to

#red said #it's gonna get real bad when season 2 rolls around and people have space to be Wrong about MY GIRL DELIRIUM #DON'T YOU TOUCH HER BECAUSE. SHE IS ME. DELIRIUM KINNIE NO DOUBLES XOXOXOXO. #did YOU shave your head at 16 because you wanted to look like a comic book personification of madness? #if not STEP OFF BITCH #i may have a problem I'm not gonna lie #I'm not capable of being sane about Sandman #intellectually yes i know i share my deep personal connection with this comic with like 50% of goths born after 1980 #but EMOTIONALLY. EMOTIONALLY I AM IN THIS ALONE AND THIS COMIC WAS WRITTEN FOR ME #yeah i know it is literally one of the most read graphic novel series of all time #but it was made FOR ME SPECIFICALLY. is the thing.

[holygroundgone]

I should post dissections on my character playlists... special treat for me

#truescholar.txt #i dont have nice fancy names for them or anything should i fix that or should i be silly #because my kim dokja playlist is currently titled reader but it could also be reading is my burden: a kim dokja playlist #yeah you know what i think i want to be silly and cheeky #as a treat #for me💚 #oh my god i should make another dio playlist the first one i ever made is probably lost to the ether at this point unless its still up on 8t #racks #but it was also made in fits of mad delusions that i had as a teenager im a little more sane now #about characters #and about dio (lie) #so i really probably should just make a new on e #but now i wanna see if i can find my old playlist 🥺 #ok nvm i couldnt find it #what ever #did i delete it in a fit of madness.... #ok what ever

[asteralien]

clinging to sanity in a misophonia-aggravating world literally by my fingernails and as much breaking benjamin as i can get my hands on

#one day someone’s going to find my notebook #and flip to yesterday and find what appears to be a video game style descent-into-madness four page journal entry #that was just me writing nonstop to stay sane while I had to sit in my office and listen to people trigger my misophonia for half an hour #when I made michael listen to bb and nightwish in my Michael has misophonia fic #that was aaaaaaaaaall me babey. autobiographical fiction #shut up myth

[yourplaceinaugust]

i have a friend and i love him dearly but like half the time when they speak to me everything they say is condescending

#inner thoughts to keep me sane #like i made a comment about how i get impatient when cooking and cook everything on high heat #and he just replied and said “you have to cook things on the temperature the recipe says” #and like that sentence isn't that bad but it was the way they said it #and like i was talking about my job and complained about it #and they just started acting like he knows better than me about MY job #and like the worst part is he acts like this all the time #but one time i said “that was adorable” when they did something and he got so mad at me #bc apparently saying what they did was adorable was the same as calling him stupid?? #like i love them and im so glad i have them as a friend but like #im sick of the condescending comments #and like yeah i know i have to tell him about this if i want it to change but im so scared ik gonna lose him

[maipareshaan]

I feel like i haven't seen Samblr in forever and probably a lot of them just don't exist now idk at all but like Deanblr is so reactionary about Deancrit all the time like idk what wars are going on but my god they are always whining about it lol

#I mean i don't doubt but its pretty annoying to always be talking about it #Also i was never like someone to wank with someone about actual deancrit #You know i was never unprovoked like arguimg with someone about actual content #No all i did was argue about how reactiomary deancrit by hellers is idiotic #Bcz they run a delusional conspiracy cult hateblog #So hearing how loving dynamics and characters they love is doing media right just made me a bit mad #Bcz like my god they are so idiotic and delusional they think doing spn right is being a heller #Aka you must love dean and thus want better for him by him being free from his childhood abuse by being gay via found family d*stiel #And you must love d*stiel #But not john and not sam and dean's dynamic you must actively hate it and demand it be changed bcz its causing trauma #God i just hate them #They are so blech #Lol #Sorry i really fo #W*ncest bronlies sane ppl who shit of deancrit and samblr i have zero problem #Like again i have one problem and the problem is hellers and their no self awarness where they act like their third eye is open #But infact they are delusional clowns #So annoying #Fandom wank

[reservoirreputation]

One of my WIPs has been gestating in my head for awhile, and this mental draft of the story's just been cookin' in my noggin. So, I go to write it down-

-it is the single most unhinged shit I've ever typed. Like, a twelve year old would come up with this. I've BEEN that twelve year old that's written stuff like this. It's just bananas.

I think it's perfect.

Think High Fantasy but it's crackfic. High Crack.

#i really wanna share the madness with others #I want them to see the Vision #But I also love being vague and making people guess when said story will be posted #no but like #if people don't mind spoilers I'd absolutely include outlines for fics as they're written/updated #I think that could be really fun #Just an idea I've toyed with for a few months now #fanfic #writers #writing #also #it's still fanfic #and I'm taking from stories some of their craziest elements and stitching them together #And it made so much sense in my head but is WILD on paper #the more I look it over the more sane it becomes #I love writing so damn much

[nariism]

ೃ⁀➷ MY LOVE, MINE ALL MINE ★

a/n: fluff!! neuvillette being a touch starved loser (affectionate) + lots of terms of endearment. happy belated neuvillette day! may all neuvillette wanters be neuvillette havers ≧◡≦

Neuvillette can't stand coming home if not into your arms.

The deafening silence of a sleeping home drives him mad. It used to be welcomed after his terribly loud days. Now only serves to remind him of the millennium he spent alone, of the heartbreak he had to endure with no one to hold him, and of the growing emptiness within his heart long before he knew you.

It's unlike him to come home so late, but duty calls and as the Iudex of Fontaine he must go wherever summoned.

For days he has come home well into the latest hours of the night, sliding off his shoes in the darkness of the hall and allowing the silence to swallow him up whole. Five unbearably long days of missing your smile greeting him at the door, hands all over his face and squeezing his cheeks until he nudges them away in lieu of kissing you hello.

He expects tonight to be the same. It's so late that there was not a single soul wandering the streets of the city, no one awake to witness the very tired, very cranky Chief Justice.

You always find a way to defy his expectations.

The hall is quiet when he cracks open the front door. Crushing loneliness swells in his chest and sinks into the pit of his stomach when he realizes that you must have gone to bed long ago, as anyone sane would do. But then there's a click, followed by a small flame dancing in the dark.

You ignite an array of candles one by one, each additional glow illuminating your beautiful face in warm light. Neuvillette can't stop the hitching of his breath, nor the confusion knitted through his brows.

"What are you doing awake?"

You know he doesn't mean to scold you. Soft laughter fills his ears as you saunter over to him slowly. Realization crashes down on him as you approach, allowing him to see closer what has kept you up.

"Happy birthday, my love."

It's so late that midnight passed hours ago. He hadn't even realized amongst all the chaos of his work that the 17th had come and gone, making way for his birthday.

Only you would remember. It was a talent you had, memorizing every detail about him that sometimes even he lost track of.

("Neuvillette, dear, I picked up some dark roast on the way home today." He didn't even realize he had run out.

"Welcome home, I made ragout!" He wasn't aware he was craving it until you brought it up.

"Do you want this?" It's the last cookie in the bag, saved especially for him because you know it's from his favourite bakery in town.)

He leans in and blows out his candles, eyes never leaving yours as he blinks at you slowly. You look so beautiful even now, in the dimly moonlit hall. Darkness envelops your bodies again and yet he never tears his gaze away. Not even for a moment.

"Now put the cake down, please."

"Hm?" Your head tilts, clearly confused by his request.

"So I can hold you," he quickly explains, fingers itching at his sides because of how much he aches to hug you.

You gently set the cake down on the entrance table before you get scooped into a warm embrace, pressed snuggly to his chest as he memorizes the outline of your body against his once more.

"I've missed you, my dear," he says, face burrowed into the crook of your neck.

"It's only been a couple days," you laugh, and then remind him: "I see you every day at lunch."

"No, this is different." He pulls away slightly, forehead pressed against yours as he looks into your eyes. There's something in there— vulnerability and love all mixed into a beautiful purple harmony. "I miss coming home into your arms after long days," he admits.

"Oh, love," you breathe, reaching up to cup his face the way he's so used to. "Things will settle down again soon."

His eyes close as he savours your presence, soaking up all the affection you're giving him in his moment of weakness. You've always spoiled him.

"I suppose so," he agrees, a smile finally settling on his lips. Your thumb runs along it, tracing the curve of his happiness. There's a beat of silence before you open your mouth again.

"What did you wish for?" You ask curiously, voice growing quieter as you lean in to kiss him. And the answer he gives comes naturally.

Neuvillette has always wished for things he read about in novels; imaginary promises of treasure and desire and fame, sealed with the wispy smoke of blown out birthday candles. He isn't even sure if he has ever actually wanted any of those. But as he looks at you, with the slow beating of his heart and the brushing of your lips against him, he can't think of a single thing he could want more than this.

"I did not wish for anything," he tells you honestly, giving your waist a squeeze. "I already have everything I could ever want."

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

#— whispers in the wind ✧ #it is NOT his bday but consider this my 3 month early submission for his bday i guess #also minimally proofread #genshin #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin drabbles #genshin impact drabbles #neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #neuvillette x y/n #neuvillette x gender neutral reader #neuvillette x gn reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #neuvillette genshin #neuvillette fluff