#miracleborg

[ask-emerys-melvinborgs]

close-ups of the portraits i colored for that au template thing, from previously done icons/sketches :] i’m really proud of them tbh

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I drew miracleborg cuz he looks so 😃--

oh btw!, this au belongs to @ask-emerys-melvinborgs

Go follow em'!!

(i hope they see this)

[ask-emerys-melvinborgs]

hai

first, have their icons- with the debut appearances of miracleborg, orwellborg, and melvin borgeron on the bottom row HEHEHEH,

and then all the squad memes i did with them (thank you to the folks on the discord server lmao)

(the rest will be in a reblog)

[ask-emerys-melvinborgs]

-—-—-The Event Horizon-—-—-

Chapter 2. Overture

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Melvinborg sped through the air at breakneck speed, the rocket careening through the clouds, below him his apartment, his neighborhood, his city disappearing. His grip on the steering mechanism was a little white-knuckled, his dashboard a contrasting cheery array of LEDs, and his heart soaring with determination.

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A myriad of satellites were perched in invisible orbit like birds on a wire, and as he sped past, he saw a variety of purple lights blinking at him- the friendly, neutral color of communication, a quick 'hello!' as he began his journey. Interstellar communication had gotten leagues better, and the nearby airspace really wasn't so lonely anymore. He whizzed past the air station, a few stray rockets from different independent explorers like him housed comfortably in its magnetic field. Now that he was finally out of orbit, he could calm his pace a little bit. He unbuckled his seatbelt, floating as if a petal on water, suprisingly light and graceful leaps. And heavens, did he have fun with it! Bounding about, feeling the freedom of space- though he had taken multiple trips into space before, it still was a rare treat, and he thoroughly enjoyed himself. Alone in his ship, he let his guard down, feeling like a kid once again. It was this kind of spirit he was going to need so desperately, for a mission like this.

Just for the sake of feeling less alone, he decided to tune his radio to the Communications section. With the clickity-clackity turn of a deliciously antiquated knob, the gentle static fuzzed in, a little warmer than usual (likely the gentle hum of the stars). "Hey, anyone online?" A voice shimmered through the speakers...

"Oh, fantastic! I'm doing quite well, thank you," he spoke into the intercom. "I'm on my way out of town- well. Way out of town, I suppose." The voice giggled a little. "And," he added giddily, "if you're oh-so-terribly-curious, I'm actually trying to-" A wave of electrical fuzz washed over the sound, and before he could begin his monologue, the connection was lost, leaving him a little disheartened. Oh well. "ETH3R, how far until our destination?" he asked his scientific companion. "We won't hit the hyperspace barrier until we get out of the solar system and its regulations, which should take about 15 minutes and 49 seconds, so accounting for that...... you've got nine hours, thirty-seven minutes, and 11 seconds until we reach the orbit of the nearest black hole, MIRAWIDIE-14." Damn. He scrunched his nose. It sounded like a long time, but in the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that bad, eh? Nine hours until his life changed, hopefully forever, hopefully for the better. He settled into the lounge chair he had so-smartly included, ready for his journey, still keeping his general cover of ultimate in-control nonchalantness but secretly alight with anticipation. He hadn't penned yet what he was even going to say or do to his younger self- that would require a LOT of self-reflection that he was absolutely not willing to do. Obviously, expecting him to be absolutely perfect at every turn already would lead him to the same colossal burnout crash that Borg had experienced as he had metaphorically dragged himself across the bloody, gravelly pavement of life to make it into adulthood. Obviously, he was a lot better off now, but... he wanted to save himself the pain, if he could. But god, introspection isn't easy to do when there's so many layers of perfectionism and shame, mm? He didn't realize that to face himself, he would have to face himself. His thoughts couldn't keep him for long, though, because ETH3R gently encouraged him to buckle himself back into the commander's seat so that they could engage their hyperspace drive. "Ah, what would I do without you?" he asked affectionately, to which the robot replied "Let's hope we never have to find out." The shadow of Neptune was shrinking behind them, and as they began to launch into hyperspace, the reflections of the stars went from dutiful pinpricks to huge bearded comets to crystalline slices, slight differentiation in color, creme and periwinkle and peach and white cascading past in beautiful shooting lines as they went faster faster faster faster FASTER- And then, almost as suddenly as it began, they slowed back to a gentle lull, but the sky was almost entirely changed, Around them was a menagerie of dust, nebulas in every color and then some, stars of all sizes adorning the sky. Sparse enough to still have that sense of coldness, but everything was so much more colorful- it was like stepping into Oz. Little tears gathered in Melvin's eyes- there was no sight like it, and he would never get used to experiencing that glory. He settled in comfortably for the ride, gazing out the window at the breathtaking monuments, strolling through them on his way to his future.

[ask-emerys-melvinborgs]

Miracleborg - Event Horizon AU

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In which time travel is much harder, and Melvinborg’s only hope of reaching Melvin and hopefully saving him is to save himself in the present as well. How that will be done is debatable.

-•- 29 -•- he/they/dust -•- omnisexual -•-

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—-Information: Things are more complicated in this universe- in order to time travel, Melvinborg needs to go into a black hole, just like the events of Interstellar. however, as he crosses the event horizon, his perception of the world gets irreparably fucked up. CUE MIRACLE MUSICAL. and the events of the album being his perception of what it’s like inside the black hole. the tesseract is fucking insane and incomprehensible so instead he sees it as calm, peaceful, monochrome, the *silence* making him go insane and hallucinate and dream everything that’s ever made him human, and by the end of dream sweet in sea major he finally makes it into the tesseract to try and just. show melvin all the love the world has for him, all the love he has learned for himself, a journey of self recovery all in an endless instant. self-sacrificial letting go. —-Outlier: his story is much more linear, following a very direct hero’s journey- there will be fourteen chapters, and things from the asks he gets will greatly influence the details of story, but not the major plot beats… chapters of it will be released here and AO3!

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Interaction Log:

1. TBD

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Associated Media:

📚 some fortunate future day, short story by cassandra clare; the property of hate by sarah jolley

🎧 the dark is singing songs (sleepy time down south) by the music tapes

📺 unus annus; jack and the cuckoo clock heart; fionna and cake (but especially the relationship between simon and golbetty); tom and jerry- heavenly puss; the truman show

⚜️ feathers, eulogies in general, cosmic horror, superliminal (game)

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[ask-emerys-melvinborgs]

-—-—-The Event Horizon-—-—-

Chapter 1. Prologue

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“Holy shit-“ Melvinborg snapped excitedly, a scarlet focus melting into triumph. His calculations were all sound, the final screw locked in place. Finally. After nearly a year of study and at least seventy Monster drinks, he had designed a shuttle strong enough to do the impossible. But would he have that same strength?

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He ran his fingers through his hair, relaxing, hydraulics hissing as the tension left his body. “Alright ETH3R, it’s time. You know what to do.”

His virtual assistant, the Elite Technological Herald of the 3rd Resolution, was far more advanced than she needed to be just to run a rocket. It was his lifeline, just a bit- the only thing he could socialize with that would be free of judgement. Her sisters, other iterations of her code now perfected, had seen him through his first two (failed) resolutions; the original time machine and the memory communication beam. He couldn't do it with just his own power. The laws of spacetime still hindered him, and in order to truly reach his younger self to teach and fix him, he would need to go where the laws of spacetime didn't apply. The only such place was the near impossible; venturing straight into the core of a black hole.

"ETH3R, all systems are go. Engage the takeoff procedure." Quickly obliging, it issued a command to the central power station, and brought his creation to life with a mechanical symphony. The countdown began, one that he had been waiting for his whole life. The road to his liberation was ready for a ride and the keys were in the ignition. He held his breath.

10. 9. 8.

7.

He took a letter out of his pocket. It was written in young, loose cursive, neat between the lines on clean perforated notebook paper. 6.

"Dear Dr. Future Me, (because I KNOW we'll be a doctor by then,) Did we ever make it to Elitenati? Have you found out the secret to time travel yet? Did you win a Nobel Prize? Do I have friends yet? Are Mom and Dad proud of us? Signed, Melvin Sneedly age 7, 2nd Grade at Jerome Horowitz Elementary." 5.

He sighed. Poor kid would never get anywhere with his mindset. He... quietly resolved not to shatter his hopes, when he met his little self. Instead, frame it like all the things you could do right, you just have to do this and this and this and change these and that and this. It.... wasn't going to be easy. He was never good at giving advice. 4.

But he had to try. 3. 2. 1.

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Liftoff.

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put my borgs in this template (4/6)

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miracleborg's story.

Prologue (jan 25.)

Overture (mar 7.)

Silence (mar 28.)

Introduction To The Snow (apr 18.)

Isle Unto Thyself (may 9.)

Black Rainbows (may 30.)

White Ball (jun 20.)

Murders (jul 11.)

Space Station Level Seven (aug 01.)

The Mind Electric (aug 22.)

Labyrinth (sep 12.)

Time Machine (oct 3.)

Stranded Lullaby (oct 25.)

Dream Sweet In Sea Major (nov 14.)

will be updated with links to each chapter as i write them. despite the linear story, feel free to send asks, PLEASE interact, he’d love it and they'll show up/be referenced in the chapters of his story :] there's intentionally a pretty long period intended for this worldbuilding and hopeful flood of asks to help his characterization and flesh out the details of the story!! as always send in those asks <333