#Event: Titans war

[sui-generis-elessar]

Titan's War - Elessar

#1 C O R E ― August 4th

Elessar had turned his head to look at a wall as glasses began to shiver and clink against each other. It was only the briefest of moments, enough for Elessar to frown and think of an Earthquake. When the sound of an ungodly explosion erupts through the front door. Car sirens and screams emerge from the lessening rumble as Elessar hit the panic button that dropped the metal shutters. Accident or attack he knew that it would be expected for everyone to help. And who knew? Maybe this would be the opportunity to build a little closer towards his own dreams. Even if he had to build it on tragedy. He’d always found it to be a very secure foundation. War time was always good for thoughtful profiteers.

#2 C O N T R O L ― August 6th

The whistle reminded Elessar of the Blitz. That screaming death from above and he looked up wildly trying to find where it was coming from. But as it grew louder and louder, he fell to his knees as he covered his ears, waiting to be blown to pieces. Elessar screamed as the sound continued to build and build until… nothing. Silence. Elessar opened his eyes for a moment, breathing heavily before he felt it. That tug of the moon that he felt deep in his body. His eyes widened in terror as he fought the urge to shift. It wasn’t time. It wasn’t right. He bent his head back as he felt his back break and he howled as his body broke and reformed. The pain of the force like the first time. The pain was unbearable. And that was the last thing he remembered until he woke up several hours later, naked in the wood, covered in blood. Hopefully it hadn’t been anyone important.

#3 S E N S Ǝ S ― August 9th

The who’s and the why’s had become rather personal to Elessar after he’d been forced to shift. Elessar oddly realizes that he wants to find a certain Chthonic. That he needs to know where and how he is. As if the impossible boy had become more important than he realized he had. So even as he moved back into the chaos, careful of whistles and noises he was mercifully not in the park, far enough away to see a thick black ink spot and know that it was not something to run head long into. Elessar skirted the area. Knowing there were plenty more to fight and plenty to do without becoming a victim of this insidious magic once again. Elessar decided to head towards where he thought Mathias might go… Wherever Patrick might be.

#4  P O W E R ― August 11th

He had not been able to find Mathias or Patrick. Helping a few others to safety just because he happened to be the only person there that could help. It was very much like living during the Blitz. Always living on high alert waiting for the next big bomb. Hoping silently that it fell on your neighbors and not you. Because it was not possible for them to not fall at all. He had still had the idea of finding the Chthonics he knew, of having their strength near him when his attention was turned by a light by the library and a gust of wind hit him even though he was not right next to the building, he felt the strength in that wind. Another attack. And he couldn’t help be feel a small sense of relief that it had indeed fallen on his neighbor’s house, metaphorically speaking. As he headed back towards the West side.

#5 E L E M E N T A L ― August 14th

Elessar had hoped he’d find Mathias here or at least some sign of him. But nothing as he fought his way through the West Side. Elessar had turned his head as a mage came hurrying up. Thinking that the warmth was part of the magic he hadn’t realized what it meant until it was far too late. Too late to run very far, too late to kill the mage, to late to do anything other than turn his body and attempt to give the fire as small a target as possible. But even then. He had vague, unreal memories of this feeling. Of clothing melting into skin and knowing that you can’t scream because if you scream your lungs will burn. But he couldn’t help it, he screamed as he felt his clothing and skin crisp, feel his hair catch alight. And thankfully he had either died or passed out, ending the suffering. Until he woke up.

#6 H U N T E D ― August 16th

Someone had taken him to the Chateau. And that was where he’d woken up. In excruciating pain listening to the people talk around him. As a medic checked his vitals quickly and then continued by with nothing more than a ‘looks like your awake.’ People around him spoke about Northern Light City. But with motives and wild accusations it was anyone’s guess still what the truth was. Beyond that it had been an attack from their own kinds. It stuck in his throat. And there would be time to find out more. Having seen himself in a mirror Elessar made the decision not to use the little Elysian blood that he had but instead sell it for a very tidy profit. The scars will fade. But those prices? Would not last forever.  

[blccdchcrry]

i.

An attack. Sori’s interest is immediately piqued, but she does not rush down to check on the hospital. She instead allows the donors to remain within the doors of cosmO+, or to leave to go home should they choose to. Most of them are too curious for their own good, and they leave – minus two, who are too scared to move. They’ve been in Covaire longer. “Make sure that all of the doors are locked,” Sori commands. cosmO+ is not a safe zone, because Sori is not an overly caring person – those who left are now locked out, and unless she receives orders from the Alpha or King, they will not accept anyone to hide away there... except one person..  

ii.

Sori cannot control herself – and in the moment, she does not want to. Even on the best of days, she would not accept disobedience or unruly threats against her. The ex-huntress has her arms wrapped around the throat of another vampire. “Shhh…” She whispered, before sharply jerking his head to the side – snapping his neck and rendering him unconscious on the ground. She giggled, one as dark and deviant as she is. She craves violence. Her huntress’ roots are tapped into. A growl emerges from behind her – a puppy, someone’s claim for it to be on the East side. “Hello, puppy,” she whispered.

She would use her hands. They were lethal enough.

iii.

The scent of blood was thick in the air – blood, fear, destruction. Now that she was back to her own mind, it was very nostalgic to her. She remembered this all too well. Sori was raised to be an agent of destruction and ultimately turned into a creature capable of much worse. She’s in her home, but still hears of the fear downtown, where the other citizens are either losing their senses, or gaining them to a point of pain and overwhelming vibrance. Sori does not know who is attacking, but they are hitting with such precision that memories flood her head.

iv.

She should have stayed home – she knew that, but she need to check on cosmO+. Though she may be the owner in its current run, it would forever belong to her Sire. The bomb is something she’s not prepared for, it send her down to her knees. A sharp, exhilarating sigh leaves her lips as she feels something sharp run through her veins… power. She can feel it at her fingertips. “Fuck!” She whispered sharply, gently pressing her fingers at the ground – the dirt collapsed under her hands, creating little holes around them. She stared down in amazement. This… could be a problem.  

v.

With the overflow of powers, she doesn’t need to be anywhere near the West Side to smell the scent of burning flesh. Even from cosmO+, the loft apartment above the actual business, she can smell it. She can hear their screams. It’s almost overwhelming. The vampiress grabs a pillow and pulls it harshly over the back of her head, accidentally ripping it in half as she does so. She adapts, instead pressing her face against the bed while pushing the two pillow halves against her ears. She needed to stop the sound. She needed to stop the smell. It was driving her crazy.

vi.

The overwhelming powers are lessening. She feels them slipping away from her, slowly crawling towards becoming normal again – something manageable… something that she can handle. She’s well enough now that she can allow herself that she can touch something without it immediately caving or breaking under her strength… as long as she doesn’t add much pressure, that is. Even so, it’s still sharp enough that she can hear the explosion from miles away. She can hear the screams and the new, fresh scent of blood, gunpowder, metal, and even… brain matter. It too reminded her of her life as a huntress.

[theflopwonder]

yeah dude tracing dc by publication history is the fastest way to induce a migraine and for some reason BatBooks in particular are just notoriously bad at following or obeying things going on in other books featuring said characters even tho all it would take is a one off sentence to explain it, and ESPECIALLY in Tim’s case. This is why everyone thinks he was dating Cassie and Zoe at the same time. I know it’s meant to be a half baked joke but still, he wasn’t cheating, the editorials just REFUSED to talk to each other 😭😭

[kaxtwenty]

nightmare blunt rotation

[actual-corpse]

"My OC is the main character for all of the Fallout games"

BUT WHY? HOW DOES HE END UP IN CALIFORNIA AND THEN GO TO THE CAPITOL AND THEN TO VEGAS AND THEN TO FUCKING MASSACHUSETTS?!

[thepiedsniper]

Obsessed with the implication that after the time war, a newly regenerated Nine just did like a sad grand tour of history's worst events and accidentally became The face of the doctor to anyone paying attention in 2005

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

We’re down to the final 10 competitors of the 1st Fictional Women’s Royal Rumble! The final 10 are:

[prevailinghatred]

the Prime Wars Trilogy (2016-2018)

[vertigoartgore]

2013's Infinity Vol.1 #1 cover by Adam Kubert and Laura Martin.

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[israelskelton]

Israel couldn't believe his luck – or rather, his misfortune. After enduring the ire of a irate client, a man with a volatile temper and a condescending attitude, he had landed himself in the emergency room. The injuries he had sustained had been minor and Israel would live to see another day. But fate seemed to have a twisted sense of humor as he ended up being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

A deafening explosion shook the building, sending shockwaves through the air. Israel hesitated for a moment, his fear locking him in place. The deafening blast reverberated through his head, the sound of glass shards on pavement and walls crumbling caused him to shudder. Israel found himself shielded from the debris, but the shock of the explosion had hit him like a tidal wave. He stood there, frozen and trembling, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The guard accompanying him, with quick reflexes, grabbed Israel's arm, pulling him close as he ran from the crumbling structure. The world around him blurred into a chaotic mess as debris rained down, and the ground beneath him trembled as he stumbled alongside the guard.

His ears rang, muffling the sounds of panic and sirens around them. His heart raced in his chest, beating at an alarming pace. It was as if time had stopped, and he was trapped in a suspended reality, unable to fully process the gravity of the situation. As the shock settled in, his body temperature seemed to fluctuate erratically. One moment, he felt flushed and sweaty, the next, a chilling coldness enveloped him. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and he clutched at his chest as if trying to hold himself together. People rushed past him, some in agony, others frantically assisting the wounded. But Israel felt disconnected, as if he were a mere observer, unable to fully engage with his surroundings.

The harsh realization that he was now alone settled upon him, abandoned in a dangerous and uncertain situation. The absence of the guard left him feeling vulnerable and exposed, with no one to protect him from the chaos unfolding around him. His body may have been unscathed, but the emotional scars from the incident were still fresh, and the chaos around him made it hard to focus. His heart pounded in his chest, and his breaths became shallow as he struggled to keep his composure. Words from others reached his ears, but they sounded distant and muffled. Israel's breathing remained erratic, alternating between short, shallow breaths and moments of holding his breath. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fear, unable to find a safe place to anchor itself.

I didn't do this… It wasn't me… I'm innocent. But the words provided little comfort in the face of the terrifying reality he found himself in. I didn't do this… I had nothing to do with it. Israel muttered to himself, trying to convince both his racing mind and anyone nearby that he had nothing to do with the explosion. 'This is a nightmare… just wake up, wake up!' The voice in his head quivered with a mix of fear and frustration. The world seemed to slow down, and he struggled to process the overwhelming sensory overload as he stood before the hospital. Or what was left of it.

He had seen the worst side of this city, and without someone to guide him or watch his back, the fear of what might happen next loomed over him like a dark cloud.

[zahri-melitor]

Weirdly to me DC One Million isn’t a bad read as an event, if you want to sit down and read about Solaris the Tyrant Sun and Vandal Savage being a pain. There are far more boring/dull/obnoxious 90s events. It’s just so completely intrusive to the flow of reading a title, given the premise, that you probably first encountered it in a tie-in and were SO confused that your back got immediately up.

I’d tell you to skip Bloodlines or Armageddon 2001 or something instead. Even Underworld Unleashed, though I do actually enjoy some of Neron’s temptations as there is some pretty good character work for some characters.

[delilahmclaine]

@covairecitystarters ~~ Open Starter for Power Stimulus Location: Near My Laundrette

The brunette hadn't been far from My Laundrette when she felt exhaustion grip hold of her body. She had been with Vincent, becoming his eyes, his mind seeing the people around them as Demons, including her. When she realized she couldn't be Vincent's eyes anymore, she asked him to leave her to walk the rest of the way on her own. She had waited until he was out of sight before she let herself collapse to the concrete, knowing she could no longer stay conscious on her own. There was no way for her to know how long she had been out, but she awoke to agonizing pain suddenly roaring through her wounds. It was a feeling she couldn't describe, as her eyes opened and she gasped.

Delilah groaned loudly sat up carefully, placing her hands on the fabric that was once her white coat and ripped it off her waist. The pain in her body slowly subsided as her once silver eyes turned back to their dark brown color, her hands slowly slipping her Scrub shirt up. Her tank top underneath followed the Scrub, revealing a scar where her wounds had once been underneath her dried blood. She wasn't sure why the healing had caused her such pain, never experiencing such a thing before. She didn't have time to linger on what had happened while she was out though, a silent noise nearby startling her.

She turned to the source as she stood quickly, a rock in her hand as if it were her signature weapon for the night. She glared in the direction of the approaching figure, expecting the worst. She held the rock tighter, cracking the poor thing on accident with her strength. Surprising herself as she let out a frustrated groan. 'This isn't the time to lose control of my abilities! God damn it!' The thought was short though as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Stop where you are! Identify yourself!"

[trevorxparrish]

@cassidy-mcgraw

As a Covaire supremacist, running away has never been an option for him. And as he's not stuck inside the Dominion, he does his best to help and fight the invaders——fucking supernaturals! Of all people... their own kind! And for what reasons?! He has no clue. But as he's running through the park downtown, he feels his heart beating loudly in his chest... wait, that's not me— he thinks. But then, what follows is terrifying to say the least.

Once it clears out, Trevor can hear people freaking out about their eyes, or mutes trying to cry for help, and the more he checks, the more he sees that people's senses have been affected. And for a moment, he celebrates too early, because everything seems normal, but then... it hits him... hard.

Pain.

Fear.

Misery.

Anger mixed with failure——— how strange.

Terror.

Glee.

Bloodlust.

And it comes from all side, wave after waves, but from hundreds of people at the same time. Trevor vomits, before he starts to scream, holding his head as he stumbles to the ground; unable to move from the spot, as his sixth sense overloads him with everyone's feelings in the damn park.

"H-help———p-please..." He whimpers. Make it stop... please... just... "STOPS!"

[kaxtwenty]

If it weren’t for Anakin Skywalker and Eren Jaeger I wouldn’t have been prepared for sheer caucacity of Char Aznable.

[wolfknightpoe]

Vincent was currently in the process of snacking on a kill. A kill that had not come easy. His right leg had gotten a fresh wound on top of the healed one from earlier. It was bleeding somewhat badly from a silver blade the former Northern Light attacker had been using and barely paid it any mind through the blind anger. Luckily the woman hadn’t gotten a very good cut on it before loosing her head between his jaws. He wasn’t loosing a dangerous amount, but even through the rage it burned as he tore out the young vampire’s intestines.

Though he stopped eating as his ears picked up someone approaching. It was only now that he realized he’d managed to get separated from Ricky. And that set the young wolf on edge, growling defensively in the direction of the noise, and trying to hide his wound in the process. He had to seem tough, even if he wasn’t able to fight effectively again yet.

@simonhbishop