#Evil HERO Toxic Bubble

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Evil HERO Toxic Bubble

[darkshadowduelist]

SUPREME DARKNESS

SUDA-JP001 Evil HERO Toxic Bubble

Level 4 WATER Fiend Effect Monster

ATK 800

DEF 1200

You can only Special Summon with the (1)st effect of this card’s name once per turn. You can only use the (2)nd effect of this card’s name once per turn.

(1) You can Special Summon this card (from your hand). If Summoned this way, you cannot Special Summon for the rest of this turn, except “HERO” monsters.

(2) If this card is Special Summoned and you control a Fusion Monster that must be Special Summoned with “Dark Fusion”: You can draw 2 cards.

Note: This card is an Evil HERO version of “Elemental Hero (Neo) Bubbleman”.

SUDA-JP002 Evil HERO Death Prison

Level 4 LIGHT Rock Effect Monster

ATK 1700

DEF 1100

You can only Special Summon with the (1)st effect of this card’s name once per turn. You can only use the (2)nd effect of this card’s name once per turn.

(1) If you control a Fusion Monster that must be Special Summoned with “Dark Fusion”, you can Special Summon this card (from your hand).

(2) You can send 1 “HERO” monster from your Deck to the GY; if you Fusion Summon a “HERO” monster this turn, this face-up card can be used as a substitute for any 1 Fusion Material whose name is mentioned on it, but the other materials must be correct.

Note: This card is an Evil HERO version of “Elemental HERO Prisma”.

SUDA-JP003 Evil HERO Hell Rider (Evil HERO Infernal Rider)

Level 6 WIND Fiend Effect Monster

ATK 2100

DEF 800

You can only use the (1)st and (2)nd effect of this card’s name each once per turn.

(1) If this card is Normal or Special Summoned: You can add 1 “Dark Fusion” from your Deck or GY to your hand.

(2) You can banish this card and 4 other monsters from your GY; Set 1 “Super Polymerization” from your Deck, also, until the end of your opponent’s turn, you cannot Special Summon, except “HERO” monsters, but you can Fusion Summon Fusion Monsters that must be Special Summoned with “Dark Fusion”, with effects other than it.

Note: This card references Picador (Arch)fiend, which showed up in O’Brien’s nightmare dreams of Supreme King Judai.

SUDA-JP031 Evil HERO Neos Lord

Level 10 DARK Fiend Fusion Effect Monster

ATK 2500

DEF 2500

Materials: “Elemental HERO Neos” or 1 Fusion Monster that mentions it + 1 Effect Monster on the field

Must be Special Summoned with “Dark Fusion”. You can only use the (1)st effect of this card’s name once per turn.

(1) If this card is Special Summoned, OR if a monster(s) is sent to your opponent’s GY while this monster is on the field: You can target 1 face-up monster your opponent controls; take control of it.

(2) Cannot be destroyed by battle or card effects.

SUDA-JP032 Evil HERO Inferno Wing – Hellback Fire (Evil HERO Inferno Wing – Infernal Backlash)

Level 6 FIRE Fiend Fusion Effect Monster

ATK 2100

DEF 1200

Materials: “Elemental HERO Avian” or “Elemental HERO Burstinatrix” + 1 “HERO” monster

Must be Special Summoned with “Dark Fusion”. You can only use the (1)st and (2)nd effect of this card’s name each once per turn.

(1) If this card is Special Summoned: You can add 1 “Dark Fusion” or 1 card that mentions it from your Deck or GY to your hand, except a Fusion Monster.

(2) If your “HERO” monster destroys an opponent’s monster by battle: Inflict 2100 damage to them.

Note: This card takes its name from the effect of “Evil HERO Inferno Wing”, not the attack.

SUDA-JP033 Evil HERO Dark Knight

Level 8 EARTH Fiend Fusion Effect Monster

ATK 1600

DEF 0

Materials: 1 Fiend monster + 1 Warrior monster

Must be Special Summoned with “Dark Fusion”.

(1) Monsters your opponent controls lose ATK equal to the total original ATK of the Fusion Materials used for this card’s Summon.

(2) Can make a second attack during each Battle Phase.

(3) If this face-up Special Summoned card you control leaves the field by your opponent: You can target 1 Fiend or Warrior monster in your GY; Special Summon it in Defense Position.

SUDA-JP051 Dark Contact

Normal Spell Card

(1) Activate 1 of these effects (but you can only use each effect of this card’s name once per turn);

● Fusion Summon 1 Fusion Monster that must be Special Summoned with “Dark Fusion” from your Extra Deck, by shuffling its materials from your field, GY, and/or banishment into the Deck. (This is treated as a Fusion Summon with “Dark Fusion”.)

● Add 1 “Supreme King’s Castle” or “Dark Fusion” from your Deck to your hand.

SUDA-JP052 Evil Assault

Normal Spell Card

You can only use the (1)st and (2)nd effect of this card’s name each once per turn.

(1) Discard 1 card; you cannot Special Summon from the Extra Deck for the rest of this turn after this card resolves, except “HERO” monsters, also take 1 Level 4 or lower “Evil HERO” monster from your Deck, and either add it to your hand or Special Summon it.

(2) If this card is in your GY, except the turn it was sent there: You can banish it; add 1 “Dark Fusion” from your GY to your hand.

SUDA-JP067 Dark Supremacy

Normal Trap Card

You can only use the (1)st and (2)nd effect of this card’s name each once per turn.

(1) Target face-up cards your opponent controls up to the number of “Dark Fusion” and Spells that mention it in your GY; negate their effects until the end of this turn.

(2) If this card is in your GY, except the turn it was sent there: You can banish it, then target up to 5 “HERO” monsters in your GY and/or banishment; shuffle them into the Deck.

[sid-the-sandwich]

Obey me! Character Album Song Colours

Above is the template, You can put your album in the bottom right:

i tried my best to add songs for each colour that fit each boy, it was a bit difficult lol

Song names:

Red:

Lucifer - I Love You Like An Alcoholic

Mammon - Talk Too Much

Leviathan - Suki Suki Daisuki

Satan - Hayloft ii

Asmodeus - Literal Legand

Beelzebub - Inferno

Belphagor - Telephones

Orange:

Lucifer - Take Me To Church

Mammon - Partners in Crime

Leviathan - I am Falling for You

Satan - The Other Side of Paradise

Asmodeus - Cupid (Twin Version)

Beelzebub - Moral of the Story

Belphagor - If I Killed Someone for You

Yellow:

Lucifer - Dream a Little Dream of Me

Mammon - My Alcoholic Friends

Leviathan - I Cant Fix You

Satan - Ocean Eyes

Asmodeus - Circus

Beelzebub - GUY.EXE

Belphagor - Moonlight on the River

Green:

Lucifer - Hermit the Frog

Mammon - Cupid's Chokehold

Leviathan - Everyone Adores You (At Least I do)

Satan - Evil

Asmodeus - Primadonna

Beelzebub - Soldier, Poet, King

Belphagor - Home

Light Blue:

Lucifer - Sway

Mammon - The Adults Are Talking

Leviathan - Sports

Satan - CATS

Asmodeus - Toxic

Beelzebub - I Need a Hero (Shrek 2)

Belphagor - Control

Blue:

Lucifer - I Dont Smoke (Audiotree Live)

Mammon - Out of My League

Leviathan - Still With You

Satan - Duvet

Asmodeus - Young and Beautiful

Beelzebub - The Red Means I Love You

Belphagor - Our Word

Purple:

Lucifer - I Hate Everyone But You

Mammon - Bubble Gum

Leviathan - Jealousy

Satan - Majora's Mask soundtrack

Asmodeus - La La Land

Beelzebub - Cloud 9

Belphagor - Cigerette Duet

Pink:

Lucifer - Stalkers Tango

Mammon - IT Girl

Leviathan - Fire Drill

Satan - Animal

Asmodeus - Emo Boy

Beelzebub - Looking Out For You

Belphagor - Dead to Me

White:

Lucifer - EVERYTHING

Mammon - I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend

Leviathan - I Can't Handle Change

Satan - Happy Pills

Asmodeus - Touch You

Beelzebub - Birds on a Wire

Belphagor - Jobless Monday

Black:

Lucifer - Daddy Issues

Mammon - Cooler Than Me

Leviathan - Megalovania

Satan - Blackout Days

Asmodeus - Toxic (Pitch Perfect)

Beelzebub - Baby Hotline

Belphagor - Deathwish

Brown:

Lucifer - Its Been So Long

Mammon - Greed

Leviathan - Chamber of Reflection

Satan - All Eyes on Me

Asmodeus - Stars are Blind

Beelzebub - Cake by the Ocean

Belphagor - I Can't Decide

here is mine:

[twentyyearstoolate]

To celebrate finally leaving one of the most toxic tables I've ever played at in my life, I'm going to give DMs and would-be DMs some advice on how to run a good campaign. Admittedly, this is more geared towards 5e and some of the advice will be specific to mechanics you'd find in crunchier games, but a lot of it is applicable regardless:

The rolls you ask for shape the story you tell

Something I see novice DMs do all the time (and novice players petition to do all the time) is call for rolls on actions that are decidedly unheroic - I'm not talking about players who run 'edgy' or evil-leaning characters, although that can be a problem if it's against the group wishes - I mean when players are asked to make Perception checks to see a monster standing in the road fifty feet away, or Investigation checks to search a corpse's pockets for coin or clues, or some form of Charisma check to get discounts (or spiteful markups!) at every shop they visit. Sometimes this also comes in the form of repeated checks at a certain task until somebody fails, because getting lost in the woods on a failed Survival roll is the way the DM planned for them to get introduced to the plot hook, and it takes upwards of five rounds of rolling because there's a ranger with expertise in the party.

Let me be clear - with the exception of the latter example, this is a fine way to run a game, if the story the group wants to tell is about heroes who bumble their way through tasks a normal person would accomplish without remark. I know this sounds facetious, but you genuinely can have a good time playing adventurers who can slay dragons and cast world-altering spells, yet trip over their own feet in the process of solving problems. Your table in that case might be better served with a system that espouses that kind of goofy incompetence in its flavor text, like Paranoia, for example, but you can tell any kind of story with any system, as long as everyone's having a good time.

However...

I imagine most of the time, the tables at which these rolls are called for would rather be telling stories about heroes who are competent enough to walk and chew bubble gum at the same time, and it's frustrating to them not only to have to risk failure for the most mundane activities, but also to play renowned scholars and practiced explorers who fail to recall common knowledge and get lost walking in a straight line on a well-trod path.

Please note, DMs, that you are under no obligation to give anything to your players, but everything you set against a roll of the dice chances a failure, and information and resources gated behind these checks run the risk of not being discovered or learned. If there's something your player characters (and by extension, their players) need to know or do in order to progress through a story, and it's not something of remarkable difficulty and/or great importance? Assume at least one of them would succeed given enough time, and give them the knowledge.

Learn to use redirection to this end, too - if players are badgering shopkeepers for magic items and such, it's just as easy and believable to tell them "My supply of magical ore was stolen by bandits" or "The shipment still hasn't arrived from the mountain pass that runs through 'rocks fall everyone dies' cave" as it is to tell them "no, you can't have that," and you can do that regardless of how many 20s they roll because those resources were never going to be gated by an ability check in the first place. Players get a quest hook, you get to point them in the direction of what you had prepped for the session, and it's still up to you whether or not they find what they asked for.

Fail Forward

If I had a dollar for every time a session got hung up on a failed skill check, I could afford all the Dwarven Forge I want. Very often, rookie DMs assume the PCs will succeed at most of the checks they've planned, gate progress behind that success, and fail to consider how the story moves forward if they should fail, leading to PCs sitting around waiting for more plot to happen to them so they can get back to the adventuring. Where you have planned checks, make sure that both success and failure provide a viable path forward. Try to have results in mind for both whenever you ask for a check.

Instead of a failed survival check causing PCs to lose the trail of the creature they're tracking, make them wander into a hostile creature's territory unknowingly, or delay the search to the point that the creature becomes aware of their presence and can plan an ambush. If a persuasion check to gather information fails, give PCs false information that pushes them toward a trap, or have the NPCs give the information at a cost - perhaps the Mayor needs an infestation dealt with before they'll reveal which direction the ranger went. Frequently, failure on checks is well complimented by this "Yes, but..." methodology. Systems sometime describe it as "Success at a cost." Again, redirection is your friend here - it's very easy to make failed checks like these point where you want players to go. Keep in mind that there's two sides to this coin - players who succeed, plan ahead, or use features and resources wisely should be rewarded with advantages, extra resources, and hidden information.

Make your players feel seen

Players create characters ostensibly because they're interested in roleplaying those characters. Make sure they get opportunities to do so in a world they can engage in, and that reacts to their presence. Assume the PCs know things their players don't, and inform the players of these things where it's appropriate. Also assume that friendly and neutral NPCs notice their characters even when they're not onscreen, and seek to ally with or invest in them.

You have a Wizard in the party who's an archaeologist by trade? Won't she be pleased to know that the artifact that was just namedropped has ties to a dig site they were at a few months ago. There's a barbarian who spends their free time in underground fighting rings? What luck, that instead of having to make fruitless checks to find more bouts, the local fighters' guild recognizes him and invites him to talk to the guildmaster because more lucrative opportunities await for both of you (or if the last few bouts have been unsuccessful, to offer to scout combatants ahead of time to give them an edge, if they'll do the guild a favor first.)

Players love it when DMs say "I share your vision of the character you want to play, and I want to help tell your story" with hooks like these. I love getting detailed backstories from my players with mentions of specific places and people, because the work to write a story that will compel that player is already mostly done. Good players will hand you plot points alongside their character - use them, it's free real estate and it all but guarantees engagement.

Let players have (some) fun

Everybody gets their enjoyment from roleplaying games in different ways. Thespians are drawn to tabletop like moths to flame. Quite frequently you'll get players with talky characters who love to put on airs and accents and yak for hours if you let them. This isn't necessarily a bad thing - some of the best sessions you can have are ones where a die never touches the table because players are engrossed in discussion with each other and/or some bit NPC that you'd planned on throwing away after they did their job - Just make sure everyone at the table is actually having fun with the conversation, and be ready to move it on if people start getting bored.

You will also get players at your table who have an 'unbeatable build' planned for your game, the kind who dig through all the books and make characters with a weird bullshitty multiclass, looking for features that key off of each other. I've found the best thing to do is to just ask these players what the wombo combo they're planning on using is. Review it with them, make sure it works the way they think it does, find ways that it can be thwarted (and make the player aware of these - nobody likes being pantsed halfway through a session,) and most importantly... let them use it, not always, but enough that they can feel good about it - there's nothing quite so frustrating as building a character with a shtick that never gets used because your DM takes pains to stymie it with every encounter they build.

At the end of the day, the DMs goal is to tell a story with the players that everyone enjoys and contributes to. You should pick up quickly what each player is looking for - try to facilitate the experience they want.

Roll on your tables ahead of time

I've been in games where an inordinate amount of time was chewed up by the DM rolling to generate random encounters and treasure on lookup tables, or to decide the weather, or to make names for NPCs, the whole gamut. Please, please, please sort this out ahead of time, not just because spending ten minutes rolling and sifting through spreadsheets kills the momentum of your game, but because if you're truly relying on the tables, you will end up generating a result that wrecks your campaign, whether it's an encounter that curbstomps your level 1 party, or a deck of many things that derails the whole story because it's a magic item with yet another lookup table with catastrophic outcomes - in both of those cases, you need to do these rolls behind the curtain so your judgement calls aren't on display for the whole table to see.

If you need to have random encounters, determine ahead of time what the encounter is and how it's laid out, so that your players aren't spending half the session waiting on you to set up an encounter you didn't plan for. If you must roll for magical items, roll ahead of time, and if they end up on hostile NPCs, ensure that it makes sense for them to both have these items, and that where applicable, they can use them against PCs. Nothing quite like defeating bandits who had resources like potions of healing or a cape of the mountebank, and putting aside that they might be wildly inappropriate treasure for the encounter, it becomes a point of contention that for some reason they didn't think it was prudent to use these things in the fight that preceded their discovery.

How to avoid TPKs

It's an all-too-familiar scenario - An encounter that should have been a challenge ends up being a pushover. You juice the next fight with something a little stronger than your players should be able to handle, but somehow they make it look even easier than the last one. You pull out all the stops. Two PCs are downed in two turns, and your big bad still has their breath weapon on deck. Now you either have to pull punches, kill characters, or ass-pull a deus ex machina to prevent the end of the campaign. What happened?

This section of advice leans specific to 5th edition D&D, but the lessons should be applicable to other systems with significant crunch. Frequently, DMs run encounters that swing wildly one way or another for a number of reasons:

Hostile creatures don't use all the tools available to them in an encounter, including consumables, cover, and concealment.

The encounter has too few hostiles compared to players, and they gang up, or too many, and they get overwhelmed.

DMs frustrated by an apparent lack of challenge plan an encounter that TPKs because it's much too hard for the group.

PCs and/or hostiles get extremely (un)lucky, and a series of good or bad rolls either trivializes or botches the encounter.

DMs who fall prey to this, please understand - encounters are not supposed to be nailbiting tossups. CR isn't meant to be a measure of an encounter's lethality, it's built around draining the party's resources. PCs who expend their resources wisely should reliably win, and you want the PCs to win, because the alternative is that the game ends, often in disappointment and resentment. If you're regularly running encounters with CRs that are 4+ levels higher than the APL? You're going to have one or more PCs die, and they will be rightfully upset that you put their character in a deathtrap.

That said, it's frustrating when it feels like players can trivialize encounters. Keith Ammann's The Monsters Know What They're Doing offers excellent insight into running encounters with specific groups of creatures. I highly recommend it for DMs who run 5e, but I've got some summarized advice that's more applicable to most games:

Creatures encountered on their home turf will use it to their advantage. Hiding, lying in wait, submerging, flying, burrowing, and climbing are all good ways to get an edge on players who don't have the natural advantages the creatures do.

Creatures know there's strength in numbers. If they outnumber players, they'll act more boldly. Conversely, if they begin to dwindle, they'll know they're more likely to be targeted, and fight conservatively.

Creatures always make use of the best options available to them. No dragon will withhold a breath weapon just because one of the PCs looks a little wobbly. Resources do not sit untouched just for PCs to claim as spoils. You don't have to antagonize unconscious characters, but fair fights do not pull punches.

Intelligent creatures will not wade into an open field to get peppered with arrows and spells. If they have ranged attacks of their own, they will make them from the safety of as much cover and concealment as they have available.

Intelligent creatures who are in communication with the world at large will learn of exemplary individuals like the PCs who might threaten them, and prepare accordingly. It is perfectly reasonable for big bads to scry on the PCs, or lean on a network of spies and informants to suss out PC tactics and plan around them, and only the worst villains don't have an exit strategy or two in their pocket, should the PCs prevail.

Wounded creatures, unless purpose-built or magically compelled, do not zealously throw themselves onto swords - they will almost always prefer to run and live than to try to fight their way out of a bind. If the battle's not looking good for them, they will flee. If they can't flee, they will surrender. If they can't surrender, they will beg, cower, or lash out in a desperate attempt to escape.

All this taken into consideration, fortune is fickle, and it's still very possible that a PC might die. Adventuring is not for the faint of heart, after all. Whether it happens in the moment or at session 0, ask the players if they're okay with character death. If not, it is acceptable to have an NPC intervene to prevent or reverse that death. If so, and if it should happen, make it meaningful. Give the player some last words as they bleed out, and perhaps let the remaining PCs roleplay a memorial for their fallen comrade when they're out of danger. The stakes have to be meaningful if player choice is to have any impact.

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I hope any part of this has been useful and informative for up-and-coming GMs. Above all else, remember that you're here to have fun, that mistakes will be made, and that as long as you're with friends you love and trust, you're 90% of the way to a good game.

And players, cut your GM some slack and go with the flow, okay? They're here to have fun too.

[magpiejay1234]

First batch of Supreme Darkness reveals are here, though surprisingly, pack artwork is missing.

There isn't much to talk about them, though Evil HERO Hell Rider apparently supports Super Polymerization, and Dark Supremacy supports Spell Cards that mention Dark Fusion.

Edit:

The translations are here.

[weepingtalecowboy]

Have fun with it (please if you ever intend to write something about it please tell 🥺✨💕)

Even if I never intended for villain Wind

It still is one of the most possible scenarios for any link

Because he is a canonical pirate

He probably does heists with tetra

and he also has the most reasonable explanation for a villain arc :

While I was playing wind waker I carefully read a speech bubble and realized that the whole ass great sea is uninhabitable and toxic (which was the reason why the zora evolved into the rito)

Which means that fishing isn’t an option and considering how small the population and the space to live in is

The wind waker timeline is literally going to die out in the next hundred (maybe even less) generations (the world reached its carrying capacity)

Which means that if there is no food that hylians need to find food and the only options are monsters and other hylians

This is a perfect disturbing thing if the chain found out about just how bad time fucked up (it’s assumed that the wind waker takes place in the timeline that the hero of time abandoned too relive his childhood)

it would be a scary discovery to find out that wind and his hyrule are cannibals and monster eaters depending upon how bad the situation is)

(just like the zora and rito of breath of the wild lol)

Also have fun with the existential crisis because I’m now scared for life

is pretty crazy to think about and seeing how the population is also extremely low

It doesn’t really paint a good picture about the hell that was probably happening there (also there are no prisons except a small holding cell like…do they eat them)

Also seeing as it is at least a few hundred years since the flooding that it was probably normalized by now

So seeing this shit would be extremely disturbing for normal not crazy cultures

Like every other link

I guess it is the abandoned timeline for a reason

So basically :

The hylians I counted are not nearly enough to not get inbred at some point

The Goron’s drowned (like just drowned)

The zora got poisoned and then evolved into rito (but they still died out even if their descendants are a new species)

The whole world has a constant food shortage and any government simply evaporated during the flood

The Gerudo are definitely dead or dying because Wind killed their leader who was trying to find land to live on

With no government there is always uncontrollable crime and violence (I mean we literally have pirates who can’t be all like tetra and her crew who still have interrogated some guy who wouldn’t sell them bombs)

Also with no clean water the people will be sick and if their only option is monster flesh and maybe a few animals then it will end up with a complete collapse of civilization

f you want him to be evil by his own accord then you can use the crisis that are happening in his hyrule and combined with the black blood (which makes monsters stronger) he could be much worse than ganon

Because just like ganondorf he just wants to save his land and fulfill his promise too the king of red lions

Because now he understands the desperation that drove Ganondorf into trying to takeover old hyrule (the others have pretty good land to takeover)

Random but I just noticed that Wind can essentially use his Windwaker to mind control someone with the command melody

Like if he decides to throw away his morals he could annihilate an entire army without even involving himself in it

He can summon tornadoes to move but also those are tornadoes he could just go and kill every monster possible with them

He can change the wind and therefore he can also control airflow and just deny someone air by moving it away

Like your free trial for air has expired have fun choking

That is a crazy powerful ability if you are creative with it

Not to forget hyoi pears that allow him to control seagulls it would be such a good ability for spyware considering how inconspicuous it is and if you decide to stretch the whole thing out to be able to control any bird it gets even more dangerous because killing any bird on sight is hard and it would still end up with Wind knowing everything even if the bird is dead

But also in phantom hour glass he was able to stop time for himself and was able to walk through walls

Like if Twilight can keep his ability to become a wolf then wind still having some form of access to the spirits abilities would be cool too (even if it is a stretch considering that they are in another realm but considering that Cielia promised to always protect his dreams from nightmares it could maybe work out considering that it literally is fanfiction so…)

Also the amount of combo potential that mind control would allow :

Be it a mind link to everyone to communicate

Wind controlling fierce deity to make sure that time can take the mask off

Or just stopping an enemy from attacking

Even interrogation would be extremely dangerous because you can not resist well against mind control nor can you resist for long

Like essentially in Hyrule Warriors he would be one of the most useful and terrifying soldiers possible just for his spyware and his mind control alone

Adding his physical strength and his magical power he is even more impressive for an army leader who desperately needs soldiers

But it is just something I noticed

It would be pretty fun in fanfiction though

[writer59january13]

Devil's advocate claims Teflon Trump...

The demagogue reincarnate feels gifted to reign supreme

captivates, glorifies, lauds, renounces, yawps extreme

views bellows dogmatic fulminations

in an attempt to redeem

stolen 2020 capital one bid.

Which hunter (biden his time)

will reap grim statistic when citizens cast their ballots for president in the popular vote (viz 2024 election) unbeknownst one or the other lesser of two evils will accrue majority votes after

ramping up mudslinging

both candidates violently stirring cauldron

proffering toxic brew powerful blend to spellbind public

elixir ration to parlay a view to unleash vengeance laced with hate speech triggering doomsday clock to strike midnight when nuclear weapons get loosed out their silos on cue destroying vast swaths of flora and fauna, most innocent life forms will pay hefty due to assuage aggressively cruel, enjoyably growling goal, and indubitably kick arse mindset

worse than dengue fever will ensue

a combustible domino effect fueling global horror – scenario of webbed, wide world I eschew analogous to kindling tinder logs smoke jetting up fireplace flue witnessing sovereign spookiest

magnum opus – engendering, jump/kick starting, and transforming much of animal and plant life into goo (especially after special prosecutor

Robert Mueller let go some years back)

far scarier than any macabre production dreamt up by human frightful scenario hero she ma (paltry in comparison) will rescue us from deadly debacle, nor any safe haven such as cool igloo forsooth thee annihilation will surpass any prior world war, no one will be spared, neither gentile nor Jew which all out total mortal kombat, and attendant dystopian landscape

laying waste organisms livingsocial will instantaneously undergo cremation,

despite Georgia grand jury courtesy indicting former President Donald Trump that rained down upon his head and up the kazoo, where flecks of ashes will spread like Kudzu rendering world wide web

fetid, offal, and putrid far more noxious than the common loo yet even this general description

falls far short to where mew tinny, sans hardy species (according to Google search); such as tardigrade, mummichog, and cockroach decimating, heaving, leveling, poisoning nearly every cubic inch of Earth evincing voluminous vaporization extant eradication emphatically

nixed, punctuated, and radiated pulverization eviscerating bowels of mankind, where nary a survivor, especially foreigner

could weather and withstand hollowed out no mans land bereft of sustenance or water where seeds of life

and white lily when coalescence of oblate spheroid birthed, nursed, and weaned new life especially proto homo sapiens and subsequent kin grunting with ah and sheepish ewe where rambunctious fast tracked primates,

yet inherent within genetic coda, (perhaps poison ingredient bubbling within primordial soup - steeped qua pew tarnation housing crucible- analogous to planetary size mortar and pestle) queue sans predestination, where rue brick, dogma, and fealty

honoring justice slew by paws of one cancerous, fractious and idolatrous Lothario,

who opened Pandora Box (rigged by bobbies shut tight) thorough lee rendered civilization a footnote of cosmological history and universal view where if one eligible voter ideally chooses alternate Democratic, but hands down Republican candidate will clinch nomination,

witnessing elephants to stampede, the majority will exhale a collective whew and allow, enable and provide continuance of the human zoo.

[peigslayers]

📓 (also hiiii tiarna <3)

hiiiii del!!!! how are you? okay a fic idea i dream about (but will never write) is my mary comes back early scenario. the scene is set! dean comes to stanford "dad hasn't been home in a few days" etc etc. the show plays out as normal to begin with except there's no john on the other end of the line, no coordinates being given. but there are traces of a woman causing havoc, a hunter. and she appeared roughly around the same time as john vanished. (and she was in their old house). so they think, if we catch her, we find dad.

eventually they end up in the same place and bam it's mary. in this version of events, John winchester got the colt back early and had an absolute brainwave. pulled the same move he did with dean. traded the colt for mary's life, gave her a 10 minute introduction to the world as is and then died, the selfish bastard that he is. john's been in hell this whole time.

things are a mess but now it's catastrophic. sam and dean are facing down yellow eyes without even the knowledge their father had about him. mary is guilty af. her kids grew up hunters, john did this to them but he's also died for her so it's hard to blame him etc etc. she knows that the demon's after sam because of her but she can't admit it. also same as before, she extremely dislikes being around her children (who are no longer children) and it's incredibly toxic. also og bobby and mary get to meet and i think that would be fun. because she would be so jealous of the relationship he has with her kids (even though she doesn't like being around them). and also because she's got this tangle of guiltresentmentlove thing going on with john, i think she would hate the implications of bobby being a father figure to the boys (mostly dean).

wait also there's the fact that sam would still be big on the wanting to go back to civilian life thing, which mary would back him up on (even though being a civilian was like being in prison for her and she refuses to even pretend to be a mom). and sam's whole fear about being evil because he's psychic would probably not be as bad because john is gone (even though he feels really guilty for being somewhat glad his dad is dead. and he'll never get closure on the stanford fight). and i cannot stress enough that dean would be just a walking bag of exposed nerves this whole time. his hell anger isn't their but he's just a simmering bubble of hurt everytime he talks to sam or mary. he doesn't get to self-actualise by standing up to his dad. he's angry at him for dying and leaving them in this mess, but also he's a hero for bringing his mom back, but also his mom is ungrateful and can't stand the sight of them and and and.

haven't worked much out beyond that but i think it would be fun. sam and dean meet the ghost that's haunted their life and she's not what they imagined. john haunts season 1 in a more literal way.

[miss-nov]

Oddly Familiar: DP Oneshot.

(Note: Wrote this late at night on my phone and only lightly edited it so if there are any mistakes don't be afraid to point them out).

Since the very first appearance of Phantom, the townspeople of Amity knew.... well there was something oddly familiar about him. At first it was hard to put their finger on what made him seem that way but as Phantom became an occurring sight it wasn't hard to figure out why.

Most just felt a sense of déjà vu like they had seen him walk past them on the street.

Others had something a little more specific. Like, Jessica Stanley had sworn she had notice someone who had the same haze around them as the ghost during her shift at the Nasty Burger. A boy with dark hair and his two friends had come in and Jessica felt as if she met Phantom or another ghost with the way the discrete ghost haze strained her eyes and made her lids heavy. Gregory Hayden, the small town's mechanic, had sworn he saw some kid's eyes glint a toxic green when he had ask were the Hell he got the gouging scratches on his car from. The eyes had been neon green, Gregory would protest. Even when green had flitted back to blue they still had the same concealing mischief that the town's hero would have in the middle of fights. Lots of the staff at Casper High would make remarks about a particular student who appeared to slightly float when he walked. Some instances like these weren't exactly rare, per se.

The worst ones were when people could make direct comparison to a person they knew.

Valarie Grey, try as she might, couldn't help compare the damned thing, the ghost that had ruined her life, to her friend Danny. It was the slight sneer as it said something snarky and sarcastic. It was the occasional finger guns it would throw at a particularly clever one-liner. The way its hands would rest on its hips and the way it rolled their eyes. Especially when he floated upside down with a goofy grin which was the carbon copy of the expression Danny had worn when he and her had dated. The similarities that had angered her greatly were beginning to make her slightly anxious as it surpassed the chance of being a coincidence.

Dash Baxter also had noticed early on the way Phantom's eyes filled with apprehension when Dash approached. It was the same as when Fenton would stare at him from down the hall while the nerd halfheartedly tried to keep up with his previous conversation. It was like Phantom expected Dash to insult or hit him. And when Fenton would almost crouch like a feral animal, when he was cornered in the locker room by the jocks, with a snarl twisting his lips. It reminded the jock so much of his idle that he could almost see the ectoplasm slipping from Danny's teeth, flooding from his nose, slinking through his fingers-

The Fenton parents had the worst of it all though. It wasn't as difficult as it should have been comparing their beloved son to an evil creature. It was the way it give an abashed grin and rub at its cheeks as though trying to rub away the blush like Danny did when Jack praised him for working in the lab or when Maddie congratulated him for getting a "B" on his English assignment. It was the carefree and arrogant way it held itself when it showed off like when Danny had first gotten his rocket ship set that he had bragged to his friends about. It was the way it whimpered in terror as Maddie and Jack strapped him to a table. They couldn't say why that reminded them of their son at all.

And they continued to not be aware why until Maddie approached it, scalpel in hand.

The look of wide-eyed fear forced her to think about the time Danny had walked in on one of the rare screaming-matches between her and Jack. The look like everything was falling apart and would never be the same again. No, not quite. It was more potent. She looked up from the boy's heaving chest and met Jack's eyes. His face was horribly pale and his mouth hung slightly open in disbelief.

"Danny, honey, is that you," Maddie asked as hysteria bubbled from her chest.

"Yeah, Buddy is that you??" Jack's fingers itched towards the restraints.

Danny let out a low sob and Maddie felt the scalpel tremble out of her shaking hand with a precise clink as she watch Jack free Danny and crush him close to his chest.

[dubsxreader]

worship the king //.o1 // shigaraki tomura x female!reader

summary: after the soul crushing realization that you're not meant to be the Hero you've spent your life training to be, you hunt down the most indiscriminate killer you know: Dabi. his man-child of a leader being there only makes the task easier, right? too bad Shigaraki has a knack for seeing things in others they don't see themselves. wc: 3,312 playlist: here!

rated: M for dark and mature themes; future lewd tw: suicidal ideation (seriously don't read if you're in a bad mindset this probs won't help), depression, toxic thoughts, manipulation, the start of a v dependent, idolizing relationship ie "worship" in all definitions of the word haha. Shigs taking advantage of a mentally vulnerable hero basically; dead dove do not eat for that reason.

a/n: this is something I wrote almost year ago now, when I first fell head over heels for Shigs and really felt like bnha was saving me from insanity haha. I have 15 pages of notes for this fic, but for now, for the King's birthday, this is my thank you to him and a year of loving Shigaraki Tomura <3 also to the xreader community for being my gateway into every fandom that takes over my life haha. will be posted to ao3 later

You stand on a cracked, littered rooftop, sullenly looking over the calamity you figured would be destroying the lives of every day, happily unaware citizens tonight. A slight sigh of relief leaves your chewed-to-hell lips, hidden to your own addled mind but glaringly apparent to any of your fellow heroes who’d commented on your state of mind the past few months.

You appreciated their care, you really did—for all the surface level care it could give, that is. It wasn’t their fault they couldn’t understand. They were simply more Heroic than you, official capital and all. More driven, stronger, faster… But you’ve been doing the absolute best you can, and you were sure of that. Days–weeks months?–of harshly honest self speculation assured you of your failures and of the fact that, simply put, you weren’t cut out for shouldering multitudes of lives every time you stepped out your door. Heroism didn’t just end when you took off your costume; no, it was an ideology that should be ingrained into the soul of the costume wearer, and you’d come to the jarring conclusion that, after all your special training, you just weren’t up to snuff.

You couldn’t even save yourself from your own demons. How the hell were you supposed to save those more deserving of life if you couldn’t cope with your own shit?

A small, condescending snort leaves your nostrils as you observe the blue flames engulfing the area below you. Fucking worthless. What was the point, then? Hours of support Hero's work on your items, costume—wasted. The countless words of love and support from friends and family. Ha. Your eyes track the small movements of the current chaos’ perpetrators with a keenness you've found twisted comfort in recently. A familiar, all encompassing fixation gears up that brings you out of the cloud of self-doubt, hate, and deprecation that was so, so wrong to feel as a Pro-Hero in today’s society. In this bubble there's a solution, so it's okay. You let out a numbing breath.

Maybe you could give the Villains +1 morality in the eyes of whatever twisted being rested on their laurels, idly watching as you drive yourself insane.

A swift gust of wind knocks the empty cans and bottles from their peaceful resting places as you leave your perch, descending into the empty alley below to begin your last stand against yourself. Resolute and heavy steps echo in the widened, deserted streets of the city you vowed to protect—a small, still aware part of you thankful it’s so late at night that most would be sleeping. Your targets (saviors?) usually moved when they would make the most social impact, but you’d been tracking a certain member that didn’t seem to adhere to their strict schedule.

Whoever they were behind the obvious moniker, they seemed to kill liberally. It should be easy. You take a numbing breath.

The stench of burning flesh and ash is suddenly all too pungent, assaulting your senses enough to kick your mind into another, more logical plane and question how stupid you’re being. How disappointed everyone who knew you would be. Izuku and Hitoshi, especially, had been trying their hardest to devote extra time to you recently, you knew that—fuck, how selfish were you to bring their attention away from a goal they’d fought so hard to achieve?

The flames are smoldering char on concrete when you arrive at the end of another alleyway, just as dirty as the one you’d come from… But the incineration just seemed to have cleansed the way of its trash. You nearly sigh again in morbid relief when you see two men still standing there in the aftermath. You can see from behind that the man you’ve been tracking, Dabi, still has his left arm extended, as if relishing the memory of his flames destroying the ones he deemed unworthy.

Hands in your hero costume’s pockets, you steel yourself in your usual Hero emotions: indignation, conviction, disgust at the idea of them feeling they had a right to do anything going against the grain of the society you were indoctrinated into. You clear your throat with the last of your practiced confidence, bringing the sights of the two Villains to your own frame shadowed by the bright street lamp at your back.

“You two aren’t planning on getting away with this, are you?”

Your simple, deadpan drawl has both men scoffing to themselves and sharing a look of exasperation and annoyance. They clearly want nothing more than to be done with whatever the hell they were doing; your gaze sharpens in acknowledgment while their own take note of your hero costume. This is it. This is really it. You’ve done it. Is it really what you want?

Your eyes ice over, hardening to protect your vulnerabilities when they meet those of the second man’s own carmine flecks, so unflinching and so, so bored from behind his trademark hand.

Yeah. This is it.

Resignation freezing the rest of your visage and nothing left to say, you dash forward with simple physical speed, locking onto the Villain you recognize as the leader of the League of Villains himself. Sure, Dabi was a proven relentless killer, but you figure if you go after the leader himself there would be even less hesitation or time to think on either side. They were both reportedly unflinching, ruthless, uncaring and absolutely evil, but Shigaraki’s devilishness was practically beaten into you at this point. He was the obvious candidate, the oddness of his presence meaningless yet welcome at this point.

Your eyes never leave his as you take those last three lunging leaps, your arm cocked back in a hopeful show of some impressive power you might possess, in a display grand enough to paint yourself as a threat if not at the very least an annoyance.

Blue flames lick at the back of your costume. You’d somehow been faster than Dabi’s flames, which made no sense at all—you weren’t fast in any capacity if you were to judge yourself. It must’ve been a misfire. Lucky you’ve targeted the faster acting Villain.

Something distinctly odd flashes in his previously disinterested eye as you rush him, your Quirk barely powered yet still reflecting in his observation as you aim for the mask. Your own, in contradictory spite, slows as your mind races, brushing the hand enough to feel the inexplicitly soft and leathery texture, knocking it clean off the face of the man you’d targeted. Maybe it's the adrenaline, maybe it's the anticipation of the end, but you don’t feel anything near what you thought you’d feel when his living hand grazes your outstretched arm. If anything, it feels like an angry wasp had come at your elbow in some sort of misguided revenge attempt. Bearable.

Fucking livable.

You skid to a shaky stop feet behind them, your glare going to the small hole in your costume’s arm where he’d made the briefest of contact. The skin had only begun to crack and decay from a central point; nothing near the scale and intensity you’d been warned about by your superiors and peers. What the fuck gives?

A desperate rage threatens to erupt at the lack of damage. You feel cheated. Your eyes shift from the minimal damage to the apprehensive yet notably curious eyes of your chosen euthanasist. Was he just not taking you seriously? You didn’t blame him, but…

“I thought the League was the best of the best?” The sting in your arm is mockingly there and you scoff, barely hiding your indignation at his unfulfillment of the role you’d forced upon him. You take it and use it to fuel the crumbling foundation of your resolve, ashing it to the ground yourself and focus on the slightly slumped figure topped with white-blue hair.

His eyes are now magnetized and piercing, never wavering from your own, adding to your rage and confusion. Just what is he getting at, looking straight at you in the fucked up state you’re in and just–just fucking seeing–?! You aren’t looking for pity, fuck all if it's from the person you’ve deemed would have the balls you didn’t to end this shitty nightmare you live in. With a primal, anguished and utterly guttural scream you dash forward once more towards Shigaraki Tomura, hand erupting in a more accurate show of your true power.

Once again, he simply guides your attack away from him into empty space, this time with a deft shove of his index finger. Silent and calculating. You stumble on your feet as you land, ignoring the insulting sting, and turn to face them at a pace you know isn’t up to Hero standards but unable to even fake it anymore. Your eyes, though.

They fucking call to him.

How could he dust you? A Pro-Hero, coming at him alone, a deadly ally at his side, with what he knew from his research to be nowhere near their quirk’s power and potential?

Nevermind the look in your eyes he’d recognized immediately—this Hero was asking to be killed. Cracked lips twitch to grin at the situation. His mind works at full throttle to balance the possibilities.

“Heh…” The small breath leaves him, a smirk winning out and pulling at already taught skin, “You’re looking to die, aren’t you, Hero?”

Your brows furrow in… Fuck, you can’t identify your feelings at this point–they shouldn’t matter–they’d become obsolete the moment you took a swing at the supposedly impulsive and irrational Villain in charge. All you can feel is the overwhelming sense of weight, of pressure, of absolute and total CHAOS destroying any semblance of unity you’d pulled together to end this.

“What the fuck does that matter to you, Villain?!” Your glare is full of a rawness you can’t recognize, let alone mask, “Fucking fight me or die!”

His smirk, now fully on display, stretches to the smuggest of smiles as he takes his experimental first steps forward, casually retrieving the hit hand and placing it safely in his trench coat pocket. You weren’t immediately attacking him—hell, you weren’t even defending yourself! You’d only be more obvious if you’d delivered yourself to his doorstep tied in a bright, blood-red ribbon labeled “do what you want, I don’t care anymore!” It made his blood simmer, his skin itch in excitement at all the optional routes opened up before him.

Quickly, too quickly to deploy your defense {even if you wanted to}, he’s in your face and encircling your neck in a four fingered grasp. Your eyes vaguely mark Dabi looking on with a detached interest, and you can’t help but mirror his lack of understanding—your emotions and thoughts unfortunately too far past controllable to be hidden behind the usual Heroics.

“You could still serve a purpose, you know.”

Narrowed (e/c) eyes meet piercing, analytical rubies set to freeze and crumble enemies. You have no answer to that, none at all—if you hadn’t come across another anything while you’d been searching in earnest, how could it be tossed into your lap from the hands of a Villain? Your clear disbelief doesn’t deter him in the slightest. It only gives him the subtle signals he needs to ensure a dedicated new member of his team. This situation could only go well for him and the League, if he plays it right, and he’s thankful Dabi knows when to shut the hell up and take the back seat when he truly should.

He’s never seen Shigaraki’s version of recruitment before. After Dabi's climate destroying display, he could use a lesson.

On the edge though this Hero is, the line is thin and the touch needed is delicate and calculated.

“You can make a real difference in this rotten world,” Shigaraki slowly lowers his defensive arm and loosens his grip on your neck, conveying his intentions to calm you. He notices this strikes an especially sore nerve that you’re too unhinged to recognize. You’re taken over by your emotions, unable to distinguish that you’ve offered your weaknesses to your enemy on a silver platter. Disgusted rage he’s now certain is self-focused meets him, only bringing him a step closer to your frozen and highly panicked figure. His free fingers fidgets on the clammy skin of your neck, tapping a pattern across your throbbing pulse, expectant and soft while the other stays loosely, carefully, against your clavicle.

It's constant.

It's… calming?

No, it's fucking overwhelming and uncomfortable and— As if your body’s acting on the last vestiges of your studies, you struggle in his grasp and pull your dominate arm back, channeling all your sadness and panic you’d been unable to expel into the attack you hoped would just fucking end this fucking end this it’s done—

Another four fingered grip captures your wrist, directing your power away from anything important and only ruffling Dabi’s clothes as he watches on. You choke on a cry, near your mask’s end with Shigaraki’s unexpected patience. You’d been told this was nothing more than a spoiled, raging, calloused young man entirely unable to connect with any feelings other than his own selfish need to destroy all Heroes he came in contact with. The only conclusion your racing mind can come to is that he doesn’t even view you as a Hero worth destroying. Thick and torrid tears rush from your eyes, betraying your need to be recognized and being denied that luxury in your final moments.

“I can’t even get what I need from you fuckfaces—!” Your cry rings out, eyes shutting tightly, shaking with the force of your emotions finally finding the breaking point they need to crash through into the real world, “What the fuck can I do to make a fucking difference?!”

Shigaraki pauses to assess your sobbing. You’ve all but folded into yourself; you would’ve disintegrated against his hold on your neck if he hadn’t been paying attention. No… he sees you. He sees you. His fingered grip on your neck slides up to force your head to follow, meeting his sure gaze. You’re lost. You’re anxiously grasping at anything you can to stop the burning, itching need to destroy your own mind… And he gets that. He knows what it took to hook him tightly into his own mindset. He knows of seeing a seemingly impossible goal set before him, of feeling unworthy and needing to prove himself to his peers and himself. If anyone could reshape you... it would be him. If anyone were to reshape you... it should be him.

“It isn’t fair, is it…?” He starts slowly, voice dripping with cooing understanding, gauging your expressions and body, “You work so hard to be what others want you to be… And never feel enough, even when you put your all into it.” Your whole being shudders at his words, breaking down and melting into the pressure of your expectations for yourself. You choke on another messy sob, tears blinding you, snot nearly reaching your lips, a trail of drool unknowingly slipping from the corner of your grimacing lips.

“We’d never expect more than you can give, you know,” He all but whispers into your ear, his words echoing with staying power. You miss the tiniest bit of excitement he lets slip into his tone at the thought of corrupting a fairly strong Hero to his cause with mere psychological one-upmanship. The power over your entire existence is an intoxicating prize and he’s not about to let go of it if he can help it.

A sad cross between a whimper and a cry escapes you as you crumble even more into a hold you’d only come to for annihilation. Why wasn’t he killing you? Why weren’t you dead? You’d wanted to die, needed to just stop everything and just—just STOP, finally, just stop. He was a hardened criminal with no need for heroes, what the hell kind of use did he see in you? You still the tiniest bit. You just need a use, a tangible use, is that what you’ve been missing? A clear direction set before you by an overwhelmingly liberating, intelligent, capable force… Could he see it through all the absolute shit you covered yourself in?

A tentative spark lights the furthest parts of you as you finally meet his confident and knowing gaze. Fuck if you don’t feel seen for the first time in your life, finally seen and accepted for the absolute mess you see yourself as. The conflicting, philosophical doubts you’ve had about Heroism, and your own heroics in the existential race you call a life, find a peaceful place in Shigaraki Tomura’s vision.

It's an alien calm, a powerful sedative on your mind, leading you to melt into his look—telling him all he needed to know and more. The grin he sports widens and his eyes shift to give a silent command to Dabi, still (surprisingly) observing quietly, before changing your life indefinitely, “Follow me, little hero. You'll never be lost again.”

A deep, swirling purple warp gate you’d only seen in footage appears at the entrance to the alleyway.

The loose grip on your neck finally leaves completely, giving you ample room to escape up and out across the rooftops. You’re frozen in your battling thoughts at the suddenly very real decision in front of you.

You knew you weren’t good enough to be a Hero. You’d been struggling with the core beliefs on what the word even meant, if the world you’d been taught was even so black and white. Did you even want to die or did you just need someone to come and give you a purpose, some great refocusing direction? Someone to swoop in, recognize and acknowledge your pain before wiping it away and giving you something definite to live for? You knew you couldn’t make it as a Hero. You were nothing in that world. But maybe you could make that nothing existence, doomed to the weaker, better…?

Eyes nearly blinded before blinking down more streams of tears, you sniffle and take a tentative step towards the man looming tall over you, an umbrella shielding you from a brightness you couldn’t stand to be seen in. You harshly wipe your falling tears to watch Dabi walk swiftly into the portal, an unlit cigarette of some sort dangling from his patterned lips. Shigaraki steps to it much slower. He stops before he reaches it, twisting subtly to look at you from over his shoulder. He shouldn’t have to say anything more for you to follow, if his assumptions are correct—

They are.

Your first steps are slow but pick up speed quickly, feet nearly throwing you into his right side, at the mouth of the portal to a place described by your thoughts as no return. His eyes widen in delight, a manic grin following as he places the fingers of his left hand onto your head in a semblance of comfort. More than he ever got. His right arm wraps confidently around your waist, absurdly consoling to your rapidly evolving morals and needs.

It allows you to let it all go, though. It tells you someone more capable, more prepared is there. That he sees you and is keeping you alive because you’re useful to him. You can’t seem to care why when the overwhelming realization that such a powerful man saw you as you were, truly were, and still found a profound use for you in a world you were dying in takes a strong hold. You’re practically weightless as he guides you into the inky blackness of his caretaker’s portal, mind clicking into place and recognizing the distinct choice you’re making with a calm acceptance of this development in your life.

You were a useless hero. Perhaps this is your chance to prove you could make a difference to someone as a villain.

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a/n: thanks so much for reading!! :) hope you enjoyed~ happy birthday, Shigster! maann I wish he'd take me away ;w; drop of a hat, I'm gone lol. the ultimate escapism... yandere!Shigaraki! xD annyway, I hope you have a wonderful day~ <3

[chowtrolls]

Inferno

Length: 2155 Words TW: General Violence, brief mention of drugs. Brief: Boe causes problems for Bruuno. Credits: there's a reference to the Divine Comedy.

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Bruuno knew the office building like the back of his hand. Walking in through the back cargo entrance was the easiest way in. The violet guard had basically watched Bruuno grow up and actually smiled as he passed. He towered over the violet at this point but always felt a small connection to the stranger, and made a point of smiling back. The elevator complained loudly when Bruuno stepped inside. The elevator only had twelve buttons. The thirteenth button was disguised as the emergency alarm. It was muscle memory by now, Bruuno held the alarm as it rang for fourty five seconds. The alarm stopped and the elevator started to go up.

It opened into a dimly lit hallway. Expensive art decorated the walls, each painting in the same exact spot as it had been the first time Bruuno walked past them. They always had a way of making him feel small. Chilly air encouraged him to stuff his hands into the pockets of his jacket. The secretary was gone, but the door to Boe's office was unlocked, so Bruuno invited himself inside.

"Hello, Bruuno. Always a treat to see you. How are you? It's been ages." Boe's voice filled the silence immediately. The jade had been waiting, standing in the center of his wide office. He always spoke too much. Despite being spoken to, Bruuno instantly knew something was wrong. There was a deafening silence. More notably, there was no fuchsia wriggler jumping up and bodyslamming him while laughing.

"Where's Shi?" Bruuno turned to the jade with a look of confusion. Boe's relaxed smile planted a seed of worry in the fuchsia's chest. His shoulders lifted slightly in a nonchalant shrug, as if they were discussing the location of a book and not a child.

"She's safe." Boe's voice, smooth as silk and honey, did nothing to ease the growing concern.

"I didn't ask if she was safe." Bruuno stepped closer to Boe, brow furrowed, "I asked where she was."

"And I asked how you were. You've been clean for a while, isn't that nice?" Boe closed the gap between him and his former charge. Bruuno's intimidation attempt went entirely ignored, the jade was seemingly unafraid of anything Bruuno may do. Boe's hands left his pockets so he could straighten the fuchsias' jacket, closing it slightly. "Your little moirails helped with that, right? Awfully sweet of them. You really owe them one."

"I don't owe anyone shit." Bruuno didn't stop Boe from touching him, but made no effort to hide the hostility in his voice. "Boznik, where is Shiloh?"

"Mmm, wrong there buddy. You still owe me." Boe smiled and patted Bruuno's chest, knowingly ignoring the constant pestering over Shiloh. Bruuno's expression must have been blatantly confused once again, because Boe laughed. The jade turned away from the conversation, walking over to his desk. He straightened out some papers as he continued.

"I only let you go because you became a liability. Became sloppy! Messy! Hard to fix your mistakes. You must've thought you were so smart, blaming that pesky little addiction problem on your matesprit. I knew what you were doing, Bru. You're not as clever as you think you are." Boe snickered softly as he spoke. Normally an unprofessional move, but Boe didn't care too much for the formalities when it came to his former charge. "I saw what you did to that other little fish, Klasha's brother. Both arms! Impressive! Ripped them off like they were nothing! Now Bruuno, that is the man I raised." Boe paused and looked up from his desk. Bruuno's silence was deafening as the horror started to sink in.

"I let you have your little fun. I helped you, even. You got to have your fifteen minutes of fame. You seadwellers live for so long...it really was just fifteen minutes out of that ancient lifespan of yours. And be honest with yourself Bru, who do you think helped you get there?" Boe's voice got softer, near a whisper, "I spared your life. I gave you fame. I let you have this glorious little life. And now you have to pay me back."

Each word that left Boe's mouth was a dash of salt on the ever growing wound. Anger started like milk on the stove, it always did. Slowly and slowly heating. One had to keep their eye on the pot every second it was there. It was so easy to just glance away for a moment, but doing so would cause the entire pot to boil over. Bruuno's anger was the same, growing slowly and unchecked until the pot boiled over and the contents burned everything around it.

"I never fuckin' asked you to spare me." Speaking between his teeth did little to hide the venom dripping from his voice. "I would've fuckin' preferred you didn't. But I didn't get a fuckin' say in any of this." Bruuno's fins pressed down flat like a cornered cat's ears.

"Well, that's unfortunate." Boe's smirk faded into an unamused frown. Any normal troll would've thought twice about being alone in a room with such a furious highblood. Boe knew better than anyone how catastrophic highblood rage could be. And yet, he stood before Bruuno, cool as a cucumber, collected as ever. He knew in his heart that Bruuno was a pushover, too soft to cause problems or stir the pot. Boe knew the troll he raised, how could he not?

Just as Boe knew Bruuno would never hurt him, Bruuno knew the jade would never harm Shiloh. There was an unspoken line between them that neither would dare to cross. Shiloh happened to stand directly on that line. Despite his rage, Bruuno knew Shiloh would be fine. She was most likely with Chowow, or Kamuuk, and they just hadn't told him. She certainly hadn't a single clue what was going on. Good, because this wasn't about her. His anger was less about Shiloh, and more the sheer audacity. The gall that Boe possessed to even dream of having that control over Bruuno's life. As the two stared each other down, Boe felt safe. Secure. He was certain that Bruuno would bend to his whim. After all, the fuchsia seemed to bend however someone wanted him to, why would he do any differently to Boe?

Boe's sense of security held Bruuno in his place. He felt small, smaller than he ever had in his entire life, because he knew what Boe thought of him. A passive troll who simply wishes to please everyone, who has no self worth beyond what he can present to others. He had done so much to get to where he was in life. Even if Boe really WAS pulling the strings, Bruuno was happy. He was genuinely happy with his life, the path he was heading down. For the first time in sweeps, Bruuno finally felt like he was healing. He no longer lamented over the torment he caused others, and the days spent awake wondering if karma would present itself with glittery fins once more seemed rare now. The pot of anger had boiled over moments ago, and was starting to burn in Bruuno's chest. One can never remember pain, brains aren't programmed to remember pain, but the raw burning in his lungs was so painstakingly familiar. It was an infection he covered up so well he started to believe it was really gone. An infection he had for so long that he almost felt empty when he covered it that well. Now that the anger fought through the makeshift gauze of happiness, Bruuno realized he missed it, in the same way someone misses a toxic friend or a migraine they had for too long. It had become a piece of him.

Bruuno remembered snippets from working under Boe, but more importantly he remembered how much he hated it. He hurt so many trolls for no reason beyond being told to. He was taught how to hold a gun before he was taught how to write. He learned the best methods of a hidden execution before he learned how to cook. The best took for pulling fingernails, pressure points to incapacitate someone, the direction to aim a weapon so it looked like an accident. From the best cleanup crew to call, to the safest places to dump a body, and the best excuses to tell a drone. Everything Boe taught him centered around pain and violence. Destroy lives and cause destruction for the sake of money and power. Breaking bones and shooting trolls at point blank did nothing but cause anxiety and depression, and created the insecurity that allowed Bubble to seep into his life like a virus. Bruuno was never happy with who he was or what he was doing. Who was Boe to decide if Bruuno got to be happy or not? Only Bruuno could decide that.

And Bruuno decided that he did deserve to be happy. That he didn't deserve this; not from Boe, or Bubble, Carina, the Empire, Shrivo, anyone else. He was worthy of being happy. And he didn't need to make himself valuable to others to be worthy of it.

By the time Bruuno had come to this mental conclusion, Boe had started and nearly finished another cheesy and demented monolog. He strolled right up to Bruuno once more, chattering away while folding some boring origami crane. At the end, he just crumpled the crane up in a dramatic show of power. It was apparent that he thought of himself as some kind of villain, that the hero in this story would do as every hero does. No hero would ever harm the villain, because that'd make them equal and just as evil.

But Bruuno was not Aeneas, nor was he Paul. There was hardly anything heroic about him.

"So, you see my point, Bru? Just a pawn in the game of life. An important pawn to some, sure. But you, too, can be so easily crushed." Boe's smile was sinister, but frankly Bruuno found it annoying. The burning anger had created the desire, no, the need to destroy, to break things.

The fuchsia silently looked at the crumpled paper in Boe's palm. After a moment, he gingerly took the crane from Boe. It was so small in his hand, so fragile, but he still craved to demolish it. Boe's smile returned, obviously pleased that his words stuck with his charge. That was, until Bruuno dropped the crane without a care and instead grabbed onto Boe's robotic wrist with one hand, and the opposite shoulder with his free hand. Without hesitating, Bruuno destroyed. He tore Boe's arm off, just as he had done with Meduza. The prosthetic came off like a breeze, but it was obviously never meant to, permanent prosthetics are so expensive and difficult to replace so they were secured in the socket so neatly. There was nothing neat about it now. Boe's expression was horrified. If he made a sound, Bruuno didn't hear it. All he heard was the crumbling of metal and the tear of flesh. The prosthetic may have been sturdy once but it bent and folded under the pressure of Bruuno's closing fist. The jagged parts of the metal cut his hand but the pain was a welcomed feeling, grounding almost.

The arm dropped unceremoniously to the floor, and Boe did too. Jade started to pool under him and stained his white button down. Boznik tried to prop himself up and move away, but was pushed back down by Bruuno's foot.

The weight of an 8 foot fuchsia on his chest was nothing compared to the weight of the trauma that hovers over Bruuno's heart constantly.

"How's that fer the man you raised? Still like 'im?" Bruuno's expression was deadpan as he spoke, with just enough weight on Boe's chest to hurt. "A real fuckin' asshole, ain't he? Takes after his lusus. Y'know how it is. Like lusus like son, eh?" A bitter laugh escaped, and only grew louder as more pressure was applied. Bruuno heard and felt a couple cracks, the pain being confirmed by Boe's strangled gasp of pain.

Boe was no stranger to pain, but the crushing weight on his chest and white hot burning from his arm had him fading in and out. Breathing was difficult, but not impossible, and was instantly better as Bruuno got off his former lusus.

"I hope we both rot, ya daft fuckin' jackass. Don't try this shit again." Bruuno wasn't certain if Boe even heard him, but he felt better saying it out loud.

He made sure to hit the emergency alarm on Boe's desk before he left out the way he came. The violet security guard was still at his post by the cargo entrance. The radio on his vest was going off with frantic chatter as Bruuno passed him.

He made sure to smile on his way out.

[tiffanytoms]

Ok, so I'm starting to feel like fool (fool-for-James😍🤤). I just sent comments kind of gushing over James after The Date, and The Reveal, but after The Point, I'm starting to feel wary about him. The way he handled Lily with the bomb-drops was masterful 🤨, I know he loves her, but also that he's not above "manipulating" her, and he just sounded too much of a hero for your (*our*) Dark James. It might have been Remus busting the bubble after just seeing him through Lily's (coughs: "my") eyes...and it might be that the "gullible, lovesick little girl" is me haha. I don't know why... but I feel like..he just..somehow...just fooled me...and while 'I'm aware of it," I'm really not 🤔.

...and I can't wait to be destroyed by him again! Lol! Only you and James can make this toxicity acceptable and craved! 😂🙌🏼 #lovetohatehim

Hahahaa, this has me laughing so hard. I’m sorry! I’m simultaneously happy you’re feeling Lily’s struggle while sad that…. you’re feeling her struggle 😅 Love to hate him indeed.

He’s good at what he does… he’s good, we gotta give him that. (And this isn’t even me saying he’ll fall one way or another on the spectrum of evil, this is just me being proud for myself and all other girls and boys who have fallen for someone they shouldn’t have and then been made to feel like an idiot for it even though it’s like UM HELLO, it’s still clearly their fault for being BAD but seducing me!! Hahahaaha) 😈

[jadethest0ne]

In need of Refueling, Chapter 4 - A Warning

Summary:  “You?! Why would I trust you? You have brought me nothing but failure. Time and time again; nothing but disappointment!”

His father’s words might have been a result of his possession by the White Bone Spirit, but whether or not they were his true thoughts, Red Son vows to prove them wrong. To do so he seeks to attain a power strong enough to destroy his father’s immortal enemy. After all, he’d much rather throw fire at his problems.

Word Count: 1671

Ratings/Warnings:  Teen and up; injury, burns, angst and hurt/comfort, toxic thoughts caused by toxic parents

Notes: This time with more MK! Can the author pull off POV switching?! Tune in to find out! Big thanks to @painted-arachnid and @simplyfornardo  for helping me bounce ideas off of them. And also thanks to @lemonsqueazie for providing me with “Journey to the West” lore. I don’t know much about the original novel or other iterations, but I still tried to keep some things compliant with the lore. You should check all of them out, since they’re really great content creators with neat ideas!

Read on AO3

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Red Son looks at the small blue flame in his hands.

A smile twitches at the corner of his mouth. Then he chuckles. The chuckles become louder until they’re an uproarious laughter that echoes around the mountaintops. He had done it! He had attained the True Fire of Samadhi!

But what exactly is this new power? It certainly feels strong. And strange. Almost... alive. As if the fire has a small heartbeat of its own, lightly pulsing in his palms.

He has to test it out.

He starts with a small blast pointed outward off the ledge he was on. But as he lets loose the flames from his palm, the small blast turns out to be not so small at all, and instead it becomes a giant fireball that reaches a neighboring mountain, glances off its side, and blasts a decently sized boulder off the edge of it.

Red Son blinks at the destruction he caused. He chuckles again, though a bit more nervously this time. I guess this will take some getting used to, he thinks.

He tries again, this time holding back a lot more than he normally would. Destruction is good, but control seems to be important here. There is something about the will of the fire that tells him so. His second attempt is much better, and more the size that he initially desired. He sets off a few more of those, then tries some medium sized flames, and a couple larger blasts, getting a hang of the pressure and power. He throws some punches and kicks, and lets the flames dance around his body and fingers.

He is having a lot of fun, but wonders what else The Fire can do.

 Extinguish the inextinguishable.

He recalls what was written on the archway in the mountain. He looks down at the sea lapping at the mountain shore in the distance. “Let’s see how ‘inextinguishable’ you really are,” he says with a smile.

Feeling confident he commands the flames to lift him up and over to the shore. His confidence is well-deserved, it seems, as the fire kicked up under his feet leads him safely over to the beach.

First, he puts a hand under the water and then commands the fire to appear in his palm. Bubbling beneath the water, it faithfully appears in his palm with the same energy as if it weren’t submerged.

He pulls his hand out of the water and with two palms outstretched thrusts fire over and onto the water itself. The entire beachside is lit ablaze. The light reflects in his eyes. They shine greedily at the pure might that is displayed in front of him. The color is cold and uncaring, but the heat is strong and hot, and presses against him in waves. His father will surely be amazed with this, and be proud of his accomplishments.

Red Son is so caught up in his revelry and thinking of his father’s reaction and how he’ll finally gain recognition, that he doesn’t realize that the flames have creeped up shore and that the edge of his left pant-leg has caught fire. He looks down and yelps in surprise. He does a bit of a jig before he reminds himself that it’s his fire, and sweeps his arms wide extinguishing the flames from the beach (and his pants) completely.

He coughs to gain composure and makes a show of casually dusting himself off, despite no one having witnessed his small error. He feels confident enough with this test run, that he thinks he can attempt to take on the Monkey King. But there's one more problem he needs to figure out.

How to find the Monkey King?

Red Son is interrupted in his musings when he hears some rocks being disturbed behind him. From the blasts he caused earlier maybe? Or perhaps someone had seen him after all…? An idea pops into Red Son’s head. He may have a way to find the Monkey King after all...

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MK had noticed Red Son in the market while looking for ingredients for Pigsy. He ducked behind a stall, and peered out at his enemy. He heard him say something about how a “fire will be mine” and rush off. If there was one thing that MK had learned from cartoons, video games, and frequent run-ins with demons, it’s the look of a bad guy plotting something evil. So he does what a hero does - he follows him.

MK starts to get nervous when the direction that Red Son is taking begins to look familiar. And then extra nervous when he takes off beyond the sea headed towards where the Monkey King lives. He has to pull out his staff to try to fling himself in that direction over the sea. Landing in the Flaming Mountains, he misses Red Son by a good margin. But after some searching, he sees the fire demon wandering around a large volcano to the east. He is perplexed when for a moment it looks as if Red Son fazes through the wall of the mountain only to instantly appear on the ledge again.

Red Son seems really still for a moment, but then summons a flame to his hands.

A blue flame?

That’s unusual.

Then Red Son starts cackling maniacally.

That is less unusual.

MK tries to push closer to see what’s going on, only to be taken aback by a sudden burst of blue flame that blasts away a chunk of the mountain next to him. MK pulls back and holds a hand over his suddenly racing heart. That was very intense and loud. He looks back cautiously, holding his staff in front of him, expecting another blast to come his way. But it seems as though he hadn’t been discovered and that blast was not meant for him, since he sees Red Son start making some motions and stances throwing that strange blue fire around him.

MK wonders what could be going on. A training session maybe? But why come to the Flaming Mountains? Red Son wouldn’t risk being caught by the Monkey King, would he?

His thoughts are interrupted as Red Son starts propelling himself towards the beach. MK tries to follow as quickly and stealthily as he can. Despite tripping over several rocks, he makes it to the beach undetected. What greets him there sends a cold pit into his stomach - the entire beach on fire.

And not just the sand. But the water.

The water is on fire!

MK blinks. How is that even possible?! He is so taken aback that he doesn’t realize how much he is leaning forward, and in doing so a small pebble loosens where he stands and rolls down the cliff he is on. He pushes himself behind a rock and holds his breath, hoping he wasn’t seen.

After a few beats, he hears Red Song speak. Not to him, it seems, so MK tentatively peeks over the ledge to look again. What he hears isn’t good.

“Finally! The True Fire of Samadhi! With this I can destroy even the great Monkey King and deliver him to my father!!!” Red Son shouts with relish.

The pit in MK’s stomach sinks further with those words, and as Red Son envelops himself in blue flames and disappears, MK panics.

 He’s after the Monkey King!!

A bunch of thoughts run through his head at once. He only said he could destroy the Monkey King, not that he would, right? But why else would Red Son come here than to fight the Monkey King?  Maybe he was just being his normal boastful self? Surely some fire couldn’t actually hurt someone who is immortal a thousand times over, right? But if Red Son came here, he’s definitely trying something and probably wants to get to him. What was that about “delivering him to his father?” And he literally set the water on fire! That can’t be good. How much time had he spent thinking about this? How much had he been delaying if the Monkey King somehow could be in danger? Why was he stillherehehadtogoNOW!!!

MK plants his staff into the ground and launches himself towards Flower Fruit Mountain. No time to think; he had to warn his mentor! It took him only a minute or two. Hopefully, that was a minute or two that could be spared.

He rushes through the waterfall and the rocky arch that marks the entrance to the Monkey King’s home, kicking up sand and dirt in his wake. He reaches the hut and looks around. There are monkeys hanging out as normal. Everything is quiet and calm. Nothing is on fire.

MK takes a few steadying breaths. Maybe he didn’t have to panic-- “Heya, Kid!” a voice appears right next to his ear.

MK yelps and scrambles a few feet away, before turning around to see the Monkey King, very much fine and not in danger, standing next to him in a very relaxed stance. Monkey King laughs and smiles genuinely at his student. “A little jumpy today, huh, Kid?”

“Uh-- yeah, I came to uh--” MK stutters out.

“Today’s not a normal training day. Or did you want some extra pointers?” The Monkey King flashes an easy smile, and winks at MK, the embodiment of calm and cool.

MK swallows and finally gets some words out. “No! I came to warn you about---”

“--ME!” comes a maniacal voice. Fire billows out of the entrance, somehow easily passing through the waterfall. From the flames appears Red Son smiling widely and wickedly at the mentor and student.

Blue flames flow from one of his eyes, giving him an intimidating aura, and he looks evilly at MK. “Thank you, Noodle Boy, for showing me the way!”

The cold pit that had been digging into MK’s stomach dropped all the way to his toes. All words and thoughts leave him. Except for one thing that echoes endlessly in his head:

 He had led Red Son right to his teacher.

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[frazzledsoul]

So I thought I'd talk a bit about the Eternals "leak" that popped up on Reddit a few weeks ago.

don't say I didn't warn you

So the main thing that bothers me about this leak is that the Reddit mods were power-hungry dicks about the entire situation. Marvel spoiler culture isn't as toxic and competitive in the same way that I think say, GoT fan culture is but it still is kind of a rat race between scoopers with varying degrees of believability who compete for clicks and nerd credibility and Patreon bucks and since Marvel stans can be very gullible most of the rumors they spread are absolute crap.

That said, the mods stepped into it big time with this one because this came out after the Wandavision disappointment where a lot of Marvel fans got hyped up on a lot of crazy promises they thought the show was making to them and blamed them when none of them came true. A lot of scoopers said some things would happen in that finale that didn't actually happen and the mods started manually approving posts so that only stuff they could trust would show up. The problem is after the Wandavision situation where so many scoopers that were deemed reliable had been wrong putting up a plot summary like this with nothing more reliable than "just trust us, bro" doesn't cut it. And then the Reddit mods cozied up to a con artist on Twitter who pretended to work for Marvel (but didn't) as "proof" that this leak was real (he turned out to be stealing someone else's identity). When I pointed this out on the sub, people got angry because no one was supposed to question the word of the mods. But for those reasons alone, I'm doubtful this leak is real.

That said, could this be true? Sure. I hate to burst the bubble of Kit Harington/Black Knight fans, but he has never publicly been identified as Black Knight in any official media for this movie and he has been left off all of the leaked merch as well as the cast list shown at the expo several months ago, even though he has been listed as part of the cast by official sources. He did not film long with the rest of the cast in Spain (this is where they filmed most of the pre-modern stuff) although he was allegedly flown in and out there: Salma also was not with them the entire time they were filming there. The public footage we've seen of him in London is entirely modern-day stuff with Gemma that seems to focus on the love triangle. This isn't to say that Black Knight can't be a thing later on, but it may not be a thing right away. There have also been rumors that he was part of Dr Strange 2, which has been filming in London the past few months: security has been really tight on that set and no one seems to know anything. He did move with his wife and child to NYC in the last couple of weeks of filming but that doesn't mean he didn't film something in London before then.

As far as Ajak goes, every single leak I have read about Eternals has her dying. I don't see her surviving the movie no matter what else happens.

Evil Ikaris? I love it. Bring it on.

Harry Styles showing up at the very end? Gawd no. It doesn't strike me as a coincidence that the people who have most heavily pimped this leak are obsessed with Harry Styles.

I don't think the footage today proved or disproved this leak any: there were several characters who were missing or barely there, and the only thing that really stands out is the camera crew following Kingo, which was in the comics and isn't that far-fetched given how much Kumail has talked about his character being a Bollywood star. So the jury's still out.

The shakiest part of all of this is the claim that post-credit scenes were shown to the audience even though the music and the VFX were unfinished (and Zhao is still editing the film). That never happens in test screenings. Also this screening allegedly happened a few weeks after reshoots took place in LA (again, not clear if Kit was involved but because his son seems to have been born shortly beforehand and he didn't seem to initially film in LA other fans have doubted it). It just doesn't add up to me because it would have been too soon. Also bear in mind that there lots of rumors for ages that his superhero suit wasn't "working" and had to be added in post-production. There is a lot here that's iffy. After seeing Nomadland recently I also am dubious that Chloe Zhao is behind a plot where aliens don't want to save humanity anyway.

The other thing I want to address is the ugly rumors that Kevin Feige decided that Gemma Chan was too "difficult to work with" and demanded that Zhao reduce her screentime in order to highlight Richard Madden. The "scooper" who was spreading this rumor around has also claimed that this leak is true even though her role doesn't change and Ikaris is secretly a villain. They wanted to focus on Ikaris more by making him....the bad guy instead of the hero? Even after Kevin Feige went out and said that Sersi is the main character, the scooper still claimed that he was right and that the ending was changed and also that Gemma was always the lead (so did they reduce her screentime or didn't they? How can it be reduced and this leak also be true? Is he arguing that the film wanted to highlight Madden more by making his character evil? Pick a misogynistic side and stick to it, dude). The footage we saw today definitely did not highlight Madden at the expense of anyone else, so it seems that claptrap was always fake.

As for the rest of it, I guess we'll see.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML X JJBA au

-Miraculous are replaced with Stands.

-Marinette Dupain Cheng and Adrien Agreste were both hit with the Stand Creating Arrow. Fu was unsure why it Chose those two but he knew he needed to find Pure Hearted heroes to fight against Evil.

-Marinette’s Stand “Good Luck Charm”.  A medium range stand that has the power to create matter. She can focus and create any item she needs. The more complex the item the longer it takes. She can even Heal using it, by creating new blood, limbs, heart. Though She can't revive the dead.

-Adrien’s Stand “Black Cat”. A close range stand who can destroy anything it touches with its right hand. Whether it breaks, short circuits, turns to ash. Adrien can control it. He can even use it on people, using it to stop their hearts, turn of their brains, short circuit their nervous system. 

-Gabriel Agreste’s Stand “Purple Butterfly” Is a Short range stand that creates small butterfly like that posses people, turning them into what he calls ‘Akuma’. They can only be harmed by Stand Users. Locating the item that is used to posses the person. 

-Nathalie taking the Corrupted Stand Arrow and using it on herself created the Stand “Toxic Love” A stand that allows her to create Pseudo Stand users Akin to how  Purple Butterfly creates Akuma. Her stand is corrupted so while it is more powerful that Gabriel’s its slowly killing her.

-Alya’s stand:  ‘Truth & Lies’  A long range stand that can create vivid illusions that can trick a user’s senses. It can seem so real that the user can even be tricked into feeling pain. 

-Nino’s Stand: ‘You gots to Chill’ A Long range stand that can create Bubbles of varying sizes that can be used to protect, cover items, float and send messages.

-Chloé’s Stand: ‘Queen Bee’ A short Range Stand that has the power to stun those who she hits with her stinger on its hands. After being struck with the Stand arrow a second time she awakened the Power: Subjugation and can control those she stings with her right hand like puppets.

-Alix’s Stand: ‘Later Skater’ A Stand that allows her to escape into time. She uses it she can move her consciousness to that point in time. She can do it at any point in her life so long as she is alive. 

-Lila’s Stand: ‘Plastic Promises’ A stand that allows her to mimic the powers of any stand user she comes into physical contact with. She can even copy their appearance, The way to tell her from others is using a Mirror, where her reflection is always the original form.

-Felix’s Stand: ‘Don't Mess with Me’ A Stand that allows him to alter memories of those his stand touches, he can alter memories to make people forget he exists, make friends remembered as Enemies, etc. All of it will be undone if he either reverses it or is killed. His second ability it Double take, allowing him to do to two strikes at once and its hard to predict which one is real.

-Fu’s Stand: ‘All Appologies’ A stand that allows him to heal others and create barriers. His stand manifested when his order was attacked by an uncontrollable stand. he survived by taking the arrow and running away. His stand manifested from the guilt. It also has been allowing him to live for so long.

[autumnblogs]

Day 18: Engineering our own misfortune

https://homestuck.com/story/2939

It never occurred to me until now that being betrayed by Jack Noir, the first person to accept him for who he is in a sense, is probably a signifcant part of the reason why Karkat is so angry. It’s probably ironic that the Blood Player’s relationships all have a tendency to disintegrate. Poor guy.

All but one of Karkat’s coplayers will either die, betray him, abandon him, or break up with him before the adventure is over.

More after the break. CW: This one has some suicide mentions in it.

https://homestuck.com/story/2950

WV and the other Carapacians may have some instinctive level of awareness of the players’ classes and aspects - while their legend is ensconced in Carapacian Lore, WV instantly senses the narrative presence of the Thief of Light.

https://homestuck.com/story/2960

Now here is something interesting. I just picked up on it, even though it has actually been present all throughout - when the Narrative addresses WV, it addresses him with information he almost certainly could not know - in a call and response fashion! While he’s jumping from one thought to another in terms of John’s different correspondents, the way that he phrases his dialogue suggests that he is aware of what the Narrative is addressing him.

https://homestuck.com/story/2962

And by all accounts, what he is viewing here is not the literal material events as they unfold, he’s literally looking at the same panels we are.

https://homestuck.com/story/2974

Vriska’s gloating here has always given me chills. It’s in moments like these that she really shines as not just a bully but an authentic diabolical mastermind who is, at least at this point in the story, utterly indifferent to the lives of other people.

https://homestuck.com/story/2975

Vriska’s external locus of control excuses her of feeling guilty about creating Bec Noir. While she is 100% responsible for it, that doesn’t mean, in her mind, that she should suffer any consequences for it (although she’s perfectly happy to take the credit for creating him, it seems.)

https://homestuck.com/story/2992

I’ve always thought that the Dream Bubbles were an extremely cool plot contrivance - semantically linking memories together with dreams and death is a really cool bit of linking.

https://homestuck.com/story/3008

Just as Jade has had effectively no parent to help her find her way in life, she will now have to suffer a sprite who cannot give her advice either. She remains alone.

https://homestuck.com/story/3010

Bec, to a greater degree than perhaps even the Seers, is directly cognizant of interruptions by Command Prompts.

https://homestuck.com/story/3017

I’m starting to be able to actually pick up the themes of the whole Exile plotline.

It seems, in general, to be a parable on power and authority, with each of the Exiles representing one kind or another. You’ve got WV who aspires to be first among equals, democratically elected, a community leader and organizer.

You’ve got the White Queen, who fits classical tropes related to the Good Monarch, a symbolic authority.

You’ve got the Peregrine Mendicant, whose take on governmental duty is more that of a functionary - her self-concept is as someone who does what is needed.

And then you’ve got the Aimless Renegade, who, as a Mad Max Type wasteland cop, could be read as either a playful parody of eighties and nineties copaganda, or as a criticism of copaganda, or both - government as the State, an enforcer of constructed order.

Of all of them, it’s clear that WV and PM’s takes on power are the most useful. The White King and Queen are quickly slaughtered once Jack arrives, because without their magical mcguffins, they remain little more than walking talking symbols.

AR is an interesting case though, because his defining character moment is that he hesitates to follow his orders, and while it could be argued that everything that ensues is his fault for not being stone cold enough to do what needs to be done, I’d argue that his hesitation is admirable - Jack escapes to live another day, and the Mayor survives. The Mayor’s infectious compassion ultimately saves his own life through the AR’s refusal to let him die by destroying the command stations in Cascade, because AR is not willing to trade lives.

https://homestuck.com/story/3040

I’ve never been entirely clear on whether the Dark Gods should be considered evil or simply incomprehensible, morally uncategorizable - in any case, the unique nature of the Kids’ session seems to preclude an ordinary relationship with them. By all accounts they also seem perfectly happy to help Rose create the Green Sun as well, sowing the seeds that will grow into Lord English, their own murderer.

Whatever they’re up to is extremely unclear, and they mostly seem to be a wildcard. I’ll have to see if any of my Homestuck chums have thoughts about the Horrorterrors. With the exception of the Dream Bubbles and their ability to facilitate interaction between the living and the Dead, talking to the Horrorterrors seems to be at best an exercise in facilitating inevitable misfortune - they seem to be all but completely useless.

I suppose learning how to navigate the furthest ring comes in handy exactly once, since it enables the kids to fly to the Alpha’s universe.

https://homestuck.com/story/3043

Rose’s pessimistic dissatisfaction manifests in two ways during this conversation - the first is her contemplation of self-destruction. Along with her suicide mission, one of the very first things she mentions about Doc Scratch is that he wants to die - which clearly fascinates her. The other thing is that, suspicious of the version of truth that Skaia presents, and lacking an anchor, she is very easily swayed by characters who offer her an alternative truth.

https://homestuck.com/story/3045

It has just occurred to me that while Rose doesn’t do anything directly to harm her co-players the way that Vriska does, the main actual thing that they have in common, that I was having a hard time putting my finger on, is actually another parallel between the two of them and Aradia - by allowing themselves to be manipulated by forces of evil beyond human comprehension - Doc Scratch in particular - Rose and Vriska both make manifest all sorts of misfortune. In Aradia’s case, it’s her continuous manipulation by the voices of the dead.

Both of them create nearly all of their own problems, and while they’re at it, create immense amounts of suffering from other people who happen to be in the vicinity. And, according to the rules of the Alpha Timeline, both of them therefore give their assent to their misfortune. The Alpha Timeline is, of course, the same as the Glub Glub trap - if you refuse to participate, you are destroyed, but participation is horrible.

https://homestuck.com/story/3055

Couple things.

The first and most obvious is;

Monkey see, Monkey do.

We’re starting to see the fallout of Vriska’s attempts to acculturate Tavros - she’s tried to force a square peg into a round hole, and has had no luck. Tavros doesn’t fit her vision of an ideal troll, and he never will; that’s not the kind of person that he is.

The use of the word hero is what’s important here. Notice especially the way that he draws a line from physical fitness and personal worth - the ability to do important things that you want to do has become Tavros’ idea of how to self-actualize. He has internalized Vriska’s toxic ideas.

The other thing is that while Grandpa may not have literally committed suicide, but he is clearly emotionally checked out of life - playing Indiana Jones when he’s away from home, and interacting with fantasy women at his tea party, instead of engaging with his real life granddaughter.

Suicide’s a touchy subject, one which Homestuck touches on. As I’ve already said, I’m not going to touch on the Epilogues or HS^2, both of which also touch on the subject. It’s not a central theme, I don’t think, although either killing themselves or waiting around to die recur multiple times as possibilities in the minds of different characters, particularly the Lalondes and Striders. I’ll have more to say about each individual instance, but in both the insincere threat of suicide Rose uses in her early strife, and here in Act 5, the act of self-destruction is not motivated by despair, but by spite - for Rose, self-destruction would be an act to spite someone else who wants her to exist.

Grandpa Harley’s complete emotional absence from the life of his loved ones might be called a bit of emotional suicide. Checked out of personal reality completely to pursue a life of fantasy (and to facilitate Sburb), Grandpa Harley may as well have been dead from Jade’s perspective, even before he died.

https://homestuck.com/story/3056

The link between being a Hero Coolguy and Romantic (Reproductive) Success is drawn very neatly by Tavros, but because the premise is false, the conclusion is also false.

https://homestuck.com/story/3059

Vriska immediately calls attention to the way Tavros is parroting her behavior because of her influence - without all of the chest-beating and saber-rattling that Vriska does, the skillfully executed showmanship of being aloof and confident, there’s not that much difference between what Tavros tried to pull just now, and what Vriska has always done - even repeating her romantic faux-pas.

https://homestuck.com/story/3078

And we’ll pause here, before I get to another walkaround, which I will do tomorrow.

Not a lot that inspired me to talk in the 150 or so pages I got today. Lots of action in Act 5, but less emotional meat to dig into.

For now, it’s Cam signing off, alive but not alone.