The Associated Worlds
Main / shardverses
In which I write crossover fanfic of my own universe.
He got two books?
6
3
1
vibes
3
Anyone who could pull off simply introducing himself as “the Warrior”, for example, would surely be someone able to win a major fleet action armed only with a cheese knife. (edited)
dissuaded?
interesting ways.
It’s enough of a mind thing that some kinda therapy might be the solution
3
3
dripping blue-white and silver from my hands.”
That's a thought, so that " is excess (edited)
4
RAKSHA according to my book (edited) Miss Militia asks, "That was abrupt. Why-"
"No. Not till we're back in base, behind the force fields," Debonair says. "I think we have confirmation now that Alchemist has both a thinker and a master power."
Miss Militia grumbles, "At this rate, her power set is going to just read 'yes' before much longer." (edited) 3
Curiosity. Fear.
"Yeah… You should be afraid. I know I'm fucking terrified," I whispered softly. "We're going to Ellisburg. I'm… I'm going to master Nilbog."
Unsilenced Buggy.
Foolhardy is he who attacks a hydrokinetic;
Dead, he is soon to be.
For humans are mostly water,
And could be mostly steam. (edited)
2 4
4
BOSS (Accounting for sudden pitch shift): [sounds of distress]
VISTA: [sounds of distress]
CONSOLE: [sounds of distress]
AEGIS: [sounds of distress]
S.STALKER: [sounds of distress]
"Oh, god.
They figured out the first step in a gun that shoots Skitters."
4
)
I was pulled from my ruminations on the wonders and evils of cattle by Mumbles. She had been randomly saying some rude things for the past few days. She'd called Bakuda a narcissist and received an apple to the face for it, She had said something to Sophia about being dominated and I had to save her from getting her throat torn out, and she now sat in front of Alabaster singing about how everyone is food until he started crying again. (edited) 
So, say you recruit me as a Mover/Breaker with only very minor Tinker skills, and anything that that won’t hide I bury deep, or disguise as another Tinker’s work.“LORD DOOM AGREES. TELL LORD DOOM SOMETHING, ARE YOU UP TO DATE ON THE SLANG OF THE YOUTH?”
“Can’t say I am, I’m a bit past all that,” Manpower was still tugging at his arm. This had stopped being funny, he braced himself against the street and prepared to give a solid pull with his full strength. If Lord Doom was holding him with actual human hands, he’d probably be getting some broken bones.
Before he could pull himself free, he was yanked up by his arm, something inhumanely strong inside the cloak using it as a lever to pick him up.
“YEET,” the booming voice said, very solemnly.
Lord Doom spun around and let go; Manpower was thrown across the street, his flight coming to an abrupt end as he smashed into a wall, a shower of broken bits of brick covering him. 
The Undersiders were relaxing in the loft; Alec has robed Brian into one of his games, and was winning handily even when he wasn't cheating. Lisa was sitting on the couch, studiously ignoring them while she went over some documents for the boss, and Bitch was in another room grooming her dogs.
They weren't expecting trouble, and so they definitely weren't expecting it when a glowing blob suddenly materialized next to the TV.
In a instant, Brian was on his feet and spreading his darkness, Alec stumbled over himself trying to get up, and Lisa...
Lisa was staring.
And staring.
Brian started forward, only for Lisa to hurriedly hold out a hand to stop him. Looking over, she looked... scared? And horrified, and elated, and confused? She was shifting between expressions like she was taking a pummeling from Gallant.
And all the while, she just kept staring.
Somehow, the featureless blob of colors was staring back.
"SCION IS A SPACE WHALE."
Lisa blinked and winced. A portion of the blob congealed into a cylinder and floated to Lisa, who wasted no time in taking it and jabbing it into her neck.
Relieved, she just... kept... staring.
Alec, at this point, had gotten bored and returned to his game. Brian was still standing, and couldn't decide whether Lisa had gone insane or been mastered. Bitch hadn't heard the blob, apparently, because she was still in the back room.
After what had to to be a eternity, Lisa nodded and sat back down at the couch.
The blob didn't change in the slightest, but it clearly smiled anyway.
The perfect cleaning device. I look at the thing, cobbled together from pieces of our microwave, a broken plasma T.V. I found on the sidewalk near King's Hill, my radio, a half dozen cheap digital watches, and various and sundry bits and ends.
Sunny theme
- Taylor and the Gang build a autowar armyQA is geared more for providing information in something like a cross between Jack Slash's power and a Trump power, and Cauldron recruits her straight off the bat because she's invaluable for making better serums.
Oddly I'm pretty sure there are at least two fics for which this is an accurate description“Panacea, how the HELL are you even functional??”
2
Missy blinked as she stared at the television. She’d woken up, placed a breakfast order, and then decided to check the morning news. Only to find that Taylor had apparently gotten up extra early today as she’d been fighting Leviathan for an hour. Solo, in the middle of the ocean away from shore, while dumping thirty-seven live stream video feeds with full audio of the event onto the internet.Oh, and they weren’t playing the audio on the news both to make it easier to hear the commentators and because Taylor had apparently taken to swearing up a storm in the past twenty minutes as she clashed with the Endbringer.homing fedoraContrary to Taylor’s expectations, Leviathan’s mad dash to the ocean wasn’t a prelude to another attack, and she scowled when she realized that the Endbringer was now running away. Out of spite, she formed a homing bullet set for maximum speed in the shape of a fedora, and manually unfolded the thing while holding the rest of the mana in place properly. It was a pain, took fifty multitasking instances working together, and would only last at most two hours, but she felt slightly better after firing it off to chase after Leviathan. It wasn’t fast enough to actually catch the Endbringer, sadly, but at this point it was the principle of the thing.
She’d screamed “TAKE THIS YOU FUCKER!” as she fired it as well, just because.
The Undersiders were a bunch of teenagers, probably not looking to have a mother-figure around
Well, "Annette gets powers and joins the undersiders instead of taylor" is now a fic I would be amused to see Synchronize
Synchronize-Acknowledge
Acknowledge (edited)
“And where is the hand now?” Chambers asked incredulously.
“After extracting some cellular samples for use in my research into sedatives for capturing her nonlethally,” Armsmaster explained, “I flash froze the hand and placed it in storage so that it could be thawed and reattached after Empress was captured. However, it somehow adapted to the freezing, grew an eye and three tentacles, became ambulatory, and is currently somewhere in the Rig’s ventilation system. The maintenance staff is afraid to go in after it, and it keeps smashing the drones I send in to recapture it. It’s something we’re all rather concerned about, but we’re not sure how to proceed.”
“On the upside,” Mouse Protector said in a bored tone, “it took care of the flock of seagulls that were nesting in there.” 
1 ) instead I made a node focused towards processing power. Instead of an added extra, the brainpower of this node was the focus, and all power not directed to growth and expansion would be directed to that purpose. Its job would be to spend night and day, 7 days a week, figuring out the protocols and codes for internet communication by brute force; then it would interact with the internet, pretending to be the library, requesting pages or posting content. I honestly had no idea how long it would take to even be able to comprehend what the actual library was doing, let alone being able to perfectly imitate it; but hey, it wouldn't work unless I started on the project.The best part was, since this was a fight with the Simurgh, they would be totally quarantining the city afterwards. For most people that would be a horrible travesty of course, they would be trapped in there for the rest of their lives, likely. But for me, it was almost perfect. They had already decided years ago not to allow monitoring of the inside of the quarantine zones, after the third person set to that task went on a murderous rampage. It seemed like the Simurgh's effect of turning people into Rube Goldberg time-bombs worked just fine even if you were one step removed from her direct influence. This meant that I would be able to help the people of the city, as well as build up with impunity, since no information about my actions would ever make it beyond the city's new walls.
I had a very slight worry about her potential effect on me, and I would be considerably more cautious if I found out that her 'scream' affected me as much as everyone else, but if I was as resistant to her effects as other Masters, this would be a great opportunity for me.
quality assurance instead
"Clock, what the fuck."“I’m fine, I think I am in one piece, but a bit weirded out that I am now a Bluetooth accessory.” 
Twitter 
“Why wouldn’t I be calm?” Taylor asked, yawning in the middle. “It’s just the Nine.”"What in the Kentucky fried fuck?"
) (edited)
3
Paracausality studies in general are only barely above the point at which there’s a nice big box drawn on the virtual chalkboard labeled “and here a miracle occurs“, except now the term “miracle” has been promoted to scientific jargon.
4 You've got immortality, you can pace yourself
4 4
!kill-all-humans
2
Behemoth's Shiny Buttocks
1
FUCK NAZIS (edited)
1
1
1
1 
1
1 1
Scion spoke for the second time.
Three words, barely audible.
"I like trolleys."
3
♂️ (edited)
♂️ (edited) 3 
3 
I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead
And I've grown familiar with villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them so I'll never die when I'm dead 
5 1who we will all continue pretending isn't definitely Coil, although everyone in this room is smart enough to figure out how many mysterious bosses there could possibly be in Brockton Bay
To be fair, it could also be a outside backer like Accord. He seems like the sort of person who'd hire a cape team to do stuff in the next country over, nevermind the next city.
1