#'the unfathomable power'

[fisheito]

EVeryONE STOP SENDIGN ME THE mOoncake YAKUMO IM NOT OK!!!!!!!!+++++++++

[padmestrilogy]

i bring a sort of "the jedi lost the second they went to war using a slave army" vibe to "the jedi wouldve won the war and things would've been perfect if this one dude hadn't fucked it up" posts that jedi discourse bloggers don't really like

[deesi-academia]

desi girlhood is planning everything you'll do once you're finally independent

[horrendoushag]

thinking about how smart jack and maddie fenton are. like it's actually insane the kinds of gadgets they've made. the specter speeder is par for the course as far as sci-fi goes, but it's one of the few vehicles in the show that floats, no wheels. they built an entire portal to a different dimension in their basement. they have force fields. the ecto-skeleton. the crammer, which shrinks and grows people. maddie has an ecto lightsaber?? and all that only scratches the surface. their level of genius is paralleled only by danny's op-ness.

[ofthecaravel]

I don't know how to not caption this with lyrics from Piano Man

[jacenbren]

Deeply fucking unsettling things about the Honored One himself, Satoru Gojo

Thanks to his ability to fuck with gravity, you put him in a blank, empty room with identical walls, floor, and ceiling with no doors or windows, he'll quickly lose track of which way is up. Realistically this situation would probably never happen, but the concept freaks him out ever since Geto made a joke about it once.

Gojo's body maintains a perfect thermodynamic equilibrium, making his skin creepily cool to the touch. He can go out in a blizzard with shorts on, and between that and Infinity, he'd be perfectly fine. It makes for a cool party trick, because he can stick his hand in a candle flame or put cigarettes out on his arms with no ill effects.

He's unsettlingly clean at all times, because dirt can't touch him. Gojo hasn't needed to use stain remover on his uniform in years.

He quite literally has six eyes. He keeps four of them shut and all of them hidden most of the time, though, because a) looking into all six at once would liquefy the brain of your average human, and b) his Six Eyes are constantly feeding unfathomable amounts of information into his brain every second. Even with his tolerance to his powers and mastery of the reverse curse technique, there's only so much stimuli a human brain can process without completely shutting down, and Gojo doesn't want to find out what that'll do to him--in a nutshell, just because he can see things that mankind can't even hope to comprehend doesn't mean he wants to.

He can perceive the entire electromagnetic spectrum, meaning he can see shrimp colors. Everyone else desperately wants him to describe the shrimp colors. Gojo continues to smugly refuse.

Because of his reverse curse technique constantly refreshing and regenerating his body, he just. doesn't really need to eat anymore. or drink. or even breathe. His body is basically frozen at peak physical condition, and it's very likely that he is functionally immortal.

Sometimes, Gojo forgets what pain feels like, because nothing can touch him. Pain feels almost like pleasure to him, because nothing can hurt him. Nothing can even touch him, and Gojo has secretly developed a perverted interest in seeing how badly he can mutilate himself before he's forced to reengage his technique and heal.

Gojo can bend and contort himself in ways that aren't humanly possible, run faster and farther and lift heavier objects than anyone alive, because his body can repair itself almost as fast as it's damaged, depending on how severe the injury. Basically, he has permanent hysterical strength, letting him push his body past its limits to perform feats that would kill a normal human with no ill effects.

Gojo doesn't sleep. He literally can't unless he releases his technique, because his body is constantly being refreshed and doesn't need to shut down. Oh well, it's for the better. He's most vulnerable while he's sleeping anyway, and it opens up his schedule by a lot.

His teeth grow now, almost like a rodent's. He has to file them down to be able to open and close his mouth properly, along with much more frequent trimming of his hair and nails.

His skin is oddly smooth, and unnaturally pristine. Gojo hasn't recieved a single scar since Toji sliced him open, and all the ones he'd recieved before are healed flawlessly at this point. His hands are so soft they make it look like he hasn't fought a day in his life, because calluses aren't able to form anymore.

Gojo's been around the world countless times now. He can go wherever he wants with a thought; the only cost is his sanity. Warping himself across the Pacific for lunch in San Francisco is fun, but he can only do it a few times a week if he doesn't want to have another... ah, episode.

These episodes involve blackouts, gaps in his memory where his powers manage to slip their leashes from overuse and literally short-circuit his brain. He's only had a few so far, and every time, he wakes up in the infirmary completely unscathed, with blood all over his clothes and an awful fucking migraine. Nobody knows what happens or where he goes, and all Shoko's been able to tell him is that when it happens, he seems to go into a giddy fugue before blasting his way out of the compound and vanishing for anywhere from days to weeks. Gojo's absolutely terrified of these episodes, because he's wholly aware that if he lost it for real, nobody would be able to stop him.

He looks human enough, but if you look closer, he quickly starts to set off the uncanny valley effect. It's like a wolf in sheep's clothing--because you know how dangerous he is, even though he appears relatively harmless at first. Everyone who meets him has the same fear response clawing at the back of their mind as their hindbrain screams at them to fucking run, because Gojo is an apex predator in the body of a prey animal. His very presence awakens primal fear that's been entrenched in every human since the dawn of time--the fear of things that go bump in the night, of cosmic horrors beyond what mankind can even hope to comprehend.

His eyes glow all the time now, and the energy crackling in the air around him feels like the static that comes before a lightning strike. Satoru Gojo is insistent that he's still human even though he's the strongest, but... is he, really?

[calcifiedcadaver]

Look past the facade and see it for what it really is....

See them for what they really are.

(Or, what if Ink could see the creators and totally isn't maybe still a little resentful over being abandoned, haha, what made you think that?)

[appleciderjulie]

this is literally them ok

agent 24 week is in a week ouuhhgggff…

[pyre-sea]

More sketches that I forgot about: Notebook edition.

[deweystuber]

Gales confession

[chaoswarfare]

dp x dc prompt #41

When Danny allowed Nocturn to put him to sleep for a while to adjust to his new kingly power without damaging his surroundings or family, he was under the impression that it would take a ‘couple years’. He said goodbye to his friends and family with the promise that he would be back as soon as his powers were stabilized.

None of them stopped to wonder how an ancient’s idea of a ‘couple years’ could differ from their own.

Centuries after King Phantom entered his slumber, a mad Vlad Plasmius rampages across the US after his major scheme to bring back the ones he loved falls through. The JL are sent from place to place to talk with the powers that be that could stop Plasmius, and are eventually shuffled to Nocturn, who decides that it’s finally time to wake the Slumbering King.

For Danny, it only feels like he’s been asleep for two months.

[palespawn]

astarion’s love language for anyone interested is unsurprisingly words of affirmation and acts of service, like helping him ascend

[sixerstanley]

I need you all to know before this I haven't written in Months. I had a very bad case of writers block for the fandom I was in and had been in for three years, and I was really depressed about it.

And this was just in the span of a WEEK??? the power of Stancest.....

Also I just need to write the sex scene and then the fic will be done >:)

[thegirlsarethriving]

just finished undertale. ok i see the vision. i now understand yall's Sans-to-Benrey obsession pipeline. and the Papyrus-to-Tommy Coolatta pipeline

[yakool-foolio]

How I choose to remember chapter 4

[a-couple-of-notes]

I do not wish to wade into the CR discourse, but I do find the way we talk about the gods and their view of mortals/creations kind of...frustrating. There seems to be an instinctive knee-jerk reaction whenever the gods say something like "you're a child" or "you can't understand"--something like "they don't know what they're talking about because they still don't really know what it means to be mortal"--and part of it is definitely projecting real-life parental trauma on this story I do get it. Yes, of course it's condescending and patronizing. Of course there is a measure of hubris involved. But I also think, to some extent, they're right. These gods have enormous power and perspective and responsibilities that 99.999% of mortals and other beings literally do not have the capacity to understand; this was why the planetar, despite arguing righteously for some legitimate grievances in life, folded immediately when faced by the Raven Queen's full power.

I think the tragedy of Downfall is not just the gods underestimating mortals, the gods failing to understand mortals, but also the other way around. The mortals underestimate the gods; the mortals fail to understand the gods. Garathran underestimates the Raven Queen's strength, and her neutral kindness. Aeor underestimates particularly Sarenrae and Melora, fails to understand the complex relationships between Primes and Betrayers, and doesn't even consider the extent of the damage they're doing to Exandria.

And I don't think it's anyone's fault, not really. For all that we can say the gods should have explained or whatever, we spent the first minutes of Downfall with characters who were lost and terrified and could not find the words to explain their own being. This is that tragedy extended. The gods cannot explain to mortals the full truth of what it means to be them, just as the gods will never experience the full truth of what it means to be mortal, even with avatars. And so the Prime Deities will love mortals, and they will destroy them, and no one will quite understand.