#the inversion

[notamiddennyswaitress]

Guys Xavier is ALIVE he’s actually right next to me guys okay

[pycth]

I need a minute—

[random-n-a-m-e]

you get trapped inside the ward. your brother was actually the one who insisted you went to collect your award the most.

you end up in a very critical condition very fast, however the shaw security members bring you to a safe place they are defending within the ward.

you survive - though you end up in a coma for a few days, ultimately missing his birthday and in your eyes “ruining it”.

at least there’s always next year.

(these little fun facts ppl are giving me are so fun to work with thank u)

GAAAAAH THIS IS SO FUN AND DRAMATIC ! thank you for telling me my fate oh wise one

[os-mapmaker]

I think it is time that I reveal some information about my home, The Inversion.

Within The Inversion, the roles of time and space are, as the name implies, inverted.

Timelines manifest themselves physically in this dimension…as long as they cross through the Singularity.

What is the Singularity? Well, it is the point at which many different timelines intersect. Many of you know this singularity as “Tumblr.”

Contrary to popular belief, the vast majority of timelines are not linear. Timelines change shape depending on the actions and inactions of their residents.

Exiting The Inversion is simple; an object simply needs to make contact with a timeline to be sent to it.

Entering, however, is a completely different story. The only safe way to enter the inversion is through me. I possess the ability to return to The Inversion from any timeline on command, regardless of my position within that timeline. I can bring anyone back with me by choosing to return while holding their hand (or another limb if they do not have hands).

Although, besides directly accessing other timelines, there is little reason to want to enter The Inversion. The only other things you would find here are my workstation, the Fifh tank, and an infinite white void.

But if anyone from a connected timeline needs quick, direct access to another connected timeline, and I am not busy at the, feel free to ask me and I will gladly transport you to The Inversion.

[krushkreates]

liar

oh hey, fancy seeing you here.

anyways, here’s a scene that i’ll never make into a full fic.

you can also read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46119334

wc: 740

The two men gripped the wooden dining table. The dark oak groaned under the strain of the strength in their fingertips. Their chests heaved out of sync as Adam laughed that awful laugh.

His vicious gaze met the steel that lived in Vincent’s iris’s. “Go on, Vincent, tell them. tell them about the Inversion and their mortal, life ending wound” Adam sneered, a harsh smile bared his unnaturally sharp fangs.

Lovely’s brows furrowed, their eyes flicked uneasily and frantically between the two men. Their breathing was uneven, and if their heart did beat, they were sure it’d be in thrumming in their throat.

“Tell me what?” The silence that followed for a brief moment pounded in their ears. They fixed their gaze on their love. He wouldn’t meet their eyes, instead, choosing to keep his eyes on Adam. The lack of a response made the hair on their arm stand up.

Their tone rippled, taking on an almost desperate tone. “Tell me what Vincent?” They repeated once more.

He moved his gaze down to the table, noting a slight dent from one of the first dinners he attended. His own heart would have also hammered in his chest. Vincent sighed, knowing exactly what was going to happen once he admitted it. “The wound.”

He cringed internally, the words losing the grit he wanted them to have. His eyes flicked up to the ceiling, but not before taking note of the smug look on the antagonistic vampire’s face. Said vampire crossed his arms over his chest, a triumphant look on his face that made Vincent really want to beat the shit out of.

“Vincent,” Sam began quietly, the cold familiar dread seeping into his bones, “What about the wound?” As he examined a man he considered his brother, Sam Collins got the distinct and horrible feeling that what Vincent was going to admit would completely alter the course of part of the Solaire Clan dynamic, as well as completely ruin the relationships he had with his partner, and Sam himself.

Vincent took a sharp breath, chest shuddering slightly. His voice failed him as he spoke in a low volume. No need to say it loudly when they could all hear a pin drop from a mile away. “When the Shade, when they…” He struggled and the dawning horror that overtook the formal dining room was palpable. “Your chest,” he motioned to the faint scar that had made a snug home on his love’s chest, “It wasn’t actually fatal like we thought.” The words were bitter, but it was all his fault anyways.

The tension threatened to smother the three as Adam watched, his face taut with an ever wider, crueler, triumphant grin. Silence blanketed the room, and he strolled over to Vincent, who refused to look at Lovely. Placing a faux sympathetic hand on the vamp’s shoulder, he whispered into his ear.

“Oh so sorry to hear that you lied. Good luck with the aftershocks.” The three heard his laughter ringing in their ears for a solid minute.

Lovely blinked, their lashes fluttering rapidly as their mind raced to digest the chalky confession from their lover. He lied. The man they chose to bypass death for, the man they suffered through a hellish newborn phase, the man they lost their power for, lied. Hot tears welled up into their eyes, their chest spluttering and heaving. Quiet sobs turned to full wailing as they sunk onto the plush velvety carpet.

The tears that spilled from their eyes burned their cheeks. The heaving sobs that left their chest haunted Vincent. The full weight of his confession slammed into them, pulling them into the riptide. They gasped for air, grief choking their lungs and for a brief moment, they wished it was their own blood. On the floor, they curled in on themselves, a hand around their abdomen and one over their mouth in a pitiful attempt to stifle the sounds that echoed in the men’s ears.

Sam stood there frozen, eyes wide and he’s not sure about the last time he took a breath over the previous hour. Every nerve in his body screamed at him, his muscles felt fatigued from the tension that overtook him. He felt sick, and briefly wondered how sick Lovely was feeling. He looked at the wailing vampire on the floor, then back up at Vincent, who still wasn’t looking at them. What was he supposed to do?

[radio-dead-zone]

I'm officially starting the Inversion Arc.....

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....... Pray for me

[saintless-star]

whenever asher is self conscious about his scars from the inversion listener just whips out their top surgery scars like “we match!!! :D” and he perks up

bonus if they get matching tattoos along their scars