#dimension jumping

[assume-your-reality]

YOU WILL SHIFT TONIGHT.

YOU WILL SHIFT TONIGHT.

YOU WILL SHIFT TONIGHT.

YOU WILL SHIFT TONIGHT.

YOU WILL SHIFT TONIGHT.

YOU WILL SHIFT TONIGHT.

[jukebox-arts]

Definitely not taking the “do whatevs bruh” energy and rolling with it while I practice comic pages

Throwback to an Oc I haven’t gotten to use in ages who needs some fresh air

Featuring @8um8le ‘s Eclipse, Mustang and Jet (Mustang giving that “try me, bitch” energy) in a cross over with Shatterverse cuz I like the funny robots and I’m absolutely normal about the 10 foot tall ones

[scaletexturedtrash]

Guys fucking tell me

Fucking EXPLAIN TO ME WHERE THE HELL I JUST SHIFTED TO?

I was trying to shift to the Harry Potter Universe, right? I fall asleep, and all of a sudden im in a fucking mall going into a tatto and piercing place with my friends.

I go inside with one of the workers to get *fucking* nipple piercings so we go to the back. And heres how i KNOW i shifted, she ingected some sort of anesthetic into the back of my left hand and all of a sudden my torso gets all tingley and buzzy.

Swear i was giggly, too.

And out of fucking nowhere my ex walks in just as the lady gesturse me to walk back into a curtained area so i can take my shirt off.

Just as she was about to put in the first piercing, i woke up really confused, slow minded, and feeling out of place. I was genuinely confused why my tits weren't hurting or why i didn't feel the piercings.

I was just trying to be BFFs with Draco Malfoy

[disastertriowriting]

One moment, Anakin Skywalker was walking through a scarce used part of the Jedi Temple. The next, he's... tiny? Or maybe it's that the world around him is huge. At least he has his trusty droid, Artoo, with him. And what's this about being a fictional character?

"Give me a ride up there," he instructs, climbing onto the droid. He does his best to ignore her smug grin as they land on the desk next to where she's sitting. On the desk sits what looks a giant white shallow bowl of the strangest looking food he's ever seen. "I fetched some of dinner for you in a cap," she explains, "Assuming you don't want to starve." Ugh, okay. So it seems this is just the way it's going to be. He's been reduced to eating out of bottle caps. Great. "Um... thanks?" he offers uncertainly. "Hopefully it's at least semi-edible," she says cheerfully, standing up, "It was hard to get such small quantities without crushing it." "Whatever it is, I'm sure it's better than ration bars," he offers.

Tale of the Shrunken - Chapter 1 - CourtesyTrefflin - Star Wars - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

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[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Dimension Jumping pt. 1

The Fellowship of the Ring x Reader

But a lot of the stories are about the reader falling into Middle Earth…. what about the other way around? If you wanted to do all the characters, you could do a point after they left Rivendell, before they split up?

Like for example, after Gandalf ‘dies’, and it could be something sweet and cute or whatnot where the reader helps them grieve a bit, give them a bit of a rest before continuing on their journey?

—

Weekends have always been your favorite time of the week. 

No responsibilities, sleeping in, more time, freedom, the list goes on and on. 

Your weekends are usually spent idly doing things you enjoy, like sleeping, and lot’s of stress free activities. 

Not this weekend though, for when you got home after a grocery run, you were met with quite the surprise. 

A total of 8… people? lay strewn about in your living room seemingly unconscious. They are dressed in odd clothes, holding medieval looking weapons, and they look rather raggedy and dirty. Four of them are extremely small, and if it weren’t for their older looking faces, you would’ve thought them to be children. There’s also a handsome blond with pointy ears, a short red headed, bearded… man, and two semi-regular looking tall dudes.

Your groceries fall from your arms and land on your carpeted floor, but you barely pay that any mind since you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from the pile of people in the middle of your damn living room.

Your floofy white dog Penny is sniffing around them, but she doesn’t seem to be alarmed nor agitated by their presence, so that’s good at least. She’s an excellent judge of character after all. Eventually she settles down next to the tall guy with dark brown hair, and though you don’t like that she’s next to these strangers, you allow it.

The sound of your things falling to the ground seems to rouse them, and you watch as the man wearing dark clothing with dark hair opens his eyes and groans quietly. At first his eyes scan around the room, then they fall upon you. 

He sits up slowly, still eyeing you as he glances down at his small child-looking friends. A look of relief passes his expression before he looks at you once more, saying nothing while the rest of his merry band of crazies begin to sit up.

This is supposed to be your fucking day off, and this shit happens? A bunch of renaissance weirdos laying in your house, making your clean carpet dirty. 

“You know what, no.” You state loudly, successfully startling the dark haired man, “This is my weekend off, and I am not dealing with this. Whatever this is." 

You turn on your heel and begin picking up your groceries, though you remain vigilant incase one of them intends to try something. 

Once you’ve gathered all your discarded things you stand again and look behind you, seeing that most of them are on their feet and looking at you and your home as if you’re some alien in a structure unknown to them. You quickly look forward again and go to your kitchen, placing everything on your counters while you try to decide how the hell you’re going to deal with this. 

You look over your counter at the still staring people and ask slowly, "Does… anyone want a snack?”

Two of the small blonde men perk up when you say ‘snack’, so you take that as a yes and begin preparing apples, celery, and peanut butter for everyone to eat. 

By the time you’re done cutting up the apples you’ve only got two left, but you just sigh and bring out a tray with the snack and place it on the coffee table. 

The two blond… boys? run over to it immediately, but are halted by a sharp “No.” from the brown-haired guy. 

Said brown-haired guy is looking at you distrustfully, and you feel your blood begin to boil with his distrust (even though HE is in YOU home). 

“Okay dude, I get you don’t know me or whatever but you guys literally broke into my house, so if anyone is supposed to be cautious here it’s me. M. E. Me. I’m offering your… children…? Adult babies? Boys? Food, and damnit if they want it then they’re gonna eat it.” Your little outburst gets you several shocked looks, but you’re so FUCKING tired, you’ve just got no energy to deal with this. 

“We 'broke into your house’?” He repeats slowly, “I have no recollection of our relocation to your… house, and I’ve never seen someone of your caliber, nor a place so… odd, before. So forgive me if I am skeptical of our suspiciously willing host.” His voice is dripping with sarcasm, and it successfully ruffles your self control. 

“Now you listen here Mr. Broody, I’m not about to get sass in my own home. By god if Penny didn’t seem to love you so much I would vaporize you where you stand!” Big talk for such a small person, yes, but you stand by your statement. 

Only you don’t get the reaction you were expecting, because suddenly everyone looks horrified. 

“You can do that?” One of the small blond boys(?) gasps, scooting closer to his look-alike. 

The guy you were mouthing off to grabs the hilt of his -is that a fucking sword?!- weapon and steps in front of the small guys. The tall blond dude, other actual human, and short ginger haired man do the same, and suddenly you feel a lot less satisfied. 

“Woah there fellas, It’s a figure of speech!” You say quickly, raising your hands in a surrender motion. 

Penny senses your sudden distress, so she bounds over to you and presses her nose against your knee in a way meant to gather your attention. You glance down at her and visibly relax before looking back up at the still tense men in front of you. 

“Tough crowd…” You reach down slowly and pat Penny’s head, watching as their eyes follow your movements. “Okay, look. I’m not going to like, poison you or whatever you’re afraid of. How about we start with introductions, hm?" 

The same guy from before nods his head slowly (it seems he’s the leader here) and tells you a little hesitantly, "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. A Ranger, also known as Strider by most." 

What in the ever loving hell did he just say?

You can’t even stop the laughter from bellowing out of you, because this is just so god damn ridiculous and completely baffling. You grasp your stomach and double over with laughter while everyone else just watches silently and confusedly.

Eventually your laughter begins to subside when your sides start to hurt, so you stand up a bit straighter and wipe a tear from the corner of your eye, "Ahaha, ah… wow that’s good. But really though, I’m not looking for stage names bud, I’m being serious here.”

This 'Aragorn’ doesn’t seem to find it as funny as you do. “Stage names? No, I believe you are misunderstanding.”

The smile on your face drops and you suddenly don’t find it as funny either. “So… your name is actually Aragorn then?” Well, maybe not all of them have weird names, “Right, then what about the rest of you?" 

The other guy who looks like an actual human speaks up next, "I am Boromir, son of Denethor and Captain of Gondor.” Oh heck. 

Blondie comes up next, “I am Legolas from the woodland realm.”

Shortie #1, “Gimli Son of Gloin." 

The small dark haired man child comes forward, "I am Frodo Baggins, and these are my friends Samwise Gamgee, Peregrin Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck." 

"What the-” you pause and cover Penny’s ears, “Fuck is all of this?" 

It seems your actions amuse the taller dudes because their stand-offish demeanors diminish as they seem to deem you harmless (I mean who covers their dogs ears when cursing? Clearly you’re pathetic).

"I’m afraid I don’t know what to tell you.” Mr. Aragorn states. 

“Well, start with where you come from, maybe?”

They all share a look before 'Legolas’ states, “We come from Middle Earth and have just traveled through the Mines of Moria." 

You literally don’t know what any of that means.

"Well, alright. Right now, I can tell you that you’re on Regular Earth and in my living room.” You don’t mean to be so sarcastic, but both the functional and rational parts of your brain are failing you big time, “Do you know how you got here?" 

You get 8 respective no’s, and while you expected that, it’s no less frustrating. "Shoulda seen that one coming, I guess." 

The Gimli character looks you up and down and asks in his gruff voice, "And what about you, you’ve not told us who you are." 

"Oh, right, my bad. I’m Y/N, and this cutie,” you reach down and pick up Penny’s front paws from the ground and wave them at the group, “Is Penny. She is the softest, sweetest, and cutest doggo you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. Disrespect her and there will be consequences." 

You stand back up and pat Penny’s head, watching as they all nod their understanding and appear rather nervous suddenly.

"That was also a joke.”

Most of them relax.

You tap your foot a few times and seem to think over your options, looking away from them and out the window. 

Clearly there is something very wrong going on here, so you can’t just throw them out, but at the same time you don’t have enough energy to deal with this today. And there’s the very real possibility that they could be psychos. But there’s also the fact that they seem to be a little worse for wear, some of them have puffy eyes, and is that blood?  Their disheveled and tired appearances tug at your heart strings, and you find yourself wanting to help them. 

“Okay, against my better judgement I have decided that I’m going to welcome the lot of you into my house until we can figure out what the hell is going on here.” This seems to surprise Aragorn and his two tall besties. “I don’t know why… but something is telling me that I should help you out, so I guess that’s what I’m going to do.”

Two of the small blond ones smile brightly, but you haven’t finished yet. 

“But!” Their smiles drop and everyone seems rather serious again, “If any of you try anything funny or start any trouble, I will kick all of you out. I don’t know any of you, and you all have weapons. So if I’m gonna let you stay then you’re going to have to behave.”

“Miss Y/N, you do not have to-” Aragorn begins, but you put up your hand and shake your head. 

“It’s fine. Just please don’t break anything, and if Penny wants head pats you had better give them to her." 

It seems your rules are fair enough, because you get 8 more head nods.

The two small people attack the snack you made finally, and you find that you can’t help but to laugh a bit. 

A thought then strikes you, "Oh!" 

Everything pauses and every looks at you again, more alert, but you just roll your eyes at how on edge they are.

"I was just going to say that I have two bathrooms is anyone wants to wash up.”

[flywolf33]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ciri & Geralt, Geralt & Dandelion, Ciri & Dandelion, Ciri & V Characters: ciri, Geralt, Dandelion - Character, Original Characters, V Additional Tags: The Witcher - Freeform, Cyberpunk 2077, Time Travel, Dimension Travel, the fuck is this, the fuck is that, Cyberpunk, Futuristic, ciri gets mad at geralt and leaves, ciri - Freeform, geralt - Freeform, Witcher - Freeform, v - Freeform, Dandelion Summary:

Geralt, Ciri, and Dandelion talk about the future. The Future. THE FUTURE.

[angstylittlecatboy]

So I'm to the point where I feel like magick/pseudoscience (depending where you are on the sliding scale of cynicism to idealism) is my last hope... specifically dimension jumping...

[metronomeihear]

The Travelers (HP Idea)

In the great hall, during the time the residents eat dinner, people were alight with chatter about the day. Most spoke of Umbridge and the changes she was bringing, or about Harry Potter and the truth of his sayings. It was a fairly normal meal, not too different from the many other meals they had eaten, and yet it was this meal that was interrupted.

A bright flash of white light blinded the people of the castle, and when it cleared three men, looking to be somewhere in their early twenties, were collapsed in front of the hall. One with blonde hair, one with black, and one with brown, all three wearing older style clothing.

They groaned. “Tom’s not allowed to cast the transport spell anymore.” The one with black hair sat up as he spoke, his hands rubbing his head.

“Agreed,” said the blonde one, followed shortly by a pained noise as they pulled their arm out from where it was trapped under the brown haired one. Tom. Tom was his name. The blonde sat up and looked around, blue eyes squinting as he tried to figure out exactly where he was. “Is this Hogwarts?”

The brown haired man groaned and the black haired one, who looked remarkably like an older Harry Potter, looked blearily up at the teacher's table. “Yup. This is Hogwarts alright… My... fifth year, by the looks of it.”

“I hate your fifth year,” Tom groaned, slapping a hand over his eyes.

“Look at it this way,” said the blonde one. “It’s not 1534.”

Both Tom and the Harry Potter look-a-like glared at the blonde one. “We don’t talk about 1534,” they said. In unison even.

By this point in time, the great hall finally managed to snap out of its surprised stupor and broke out into whispers. This, however, did not last long as Albus Dumbledore stood up and stared at the trio in shock. “Gellert?”

Silence once again reigned as a young Gellert Grindelwald stood up and turned to face the headmaster. He smiled, charming--if not a bit ruffled--and spoke. “Hello Albus.”

…

In which Harry Potter somehow becomes a dimension traveler and managed to drag two Dark Lords along for the ride.