#Gateways to Annihilation

[formulas-fatal-to-your-mom]

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔟𝔦𝔡 𝔄𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩 - 𝔄𝔱 𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤

[guerrilla-operator]

Morbid Angel // Summoning Redemption

I demand to know the light of a promised land I demand to see this corrosion wiped away

[crepuscularpete]

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Morbid Angel - Summoning Redemption (Official Audio)

[thehardgroove]

[athena5898]

(PrR) Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine:

US President Donald Trump's statements about his plan for the Gaza Strip are nothing but an extension of the war of annihilation waged by the Zionist enemy with direct US cover, and an attempt to establish a new colonial project based on ethnic cleansing and uprooting our people from their land.

Gaza is not a property in the hands of a war monger like Trump or others, but an authentic part of historic Palestine stretching from Ras al-Naqoura to Rafah, the gateway on which the legions of colonialism have crashed throughout history.

Any dream of controlling Gaza is a pure illusion that will shatter on the rock of the steadfastness and resistance of our people, and the fate of any American occupation force in the Gaza Strip will not be different from that of the Zionist enemy; our people will confront it with all the strength and determination as they confronted the Zionist aggression.

Gaza will always remain a graveyard for invaders, and an oasis of steadfastness and resistance for its free and honorable people.

We call on the free people of the world to confront this colonialist scheme, and we especially call on the active forces in the United States to take to the streets and declare their rejection of this new crime, which reflects the true face of American imperialism in collusion with the Zionist occupation.

Our struggle against this imperialist project is the battle of all free peoples who reject colonization, displacement and the uprooting of a free people from their land.

[dr-zeddy]

Guys, hear me out, again, I hate to be the one saying it, but:

Mohg kidnapping Miquella doesn't even make any fucking sense in hindsight.

Why would MOHG, who has his own confirmed definition of royalty in his dynasty, as an act of rebellion against the system which severely oppressed him, follow the tradition of being the consort to a GOD, for his claim to have legitimacy. Why. It doesn't make any sense for him to suddenly kidnap Miquella, at all.

Honestly, if anyone, it would very likely be Mohg who couldn't give less of a fuck about how his lordship will take place, as long as it does. Bro is extremely sure of his power and abilities, why, why, why would he share the belief a God is neccessary to achieve his goal???

This mf is all about rebellion in oppose to Morgott, on a philosophical level it would be super hypocritical to enable a new status quo by trying to achieve lordship through the current tradition. I mean, maybe that is the point if you still want to interpret him as an 'evil creep' but I personally think, that way, some things fit the narrative even better:

We know that there already was an established system via Ansbach, before the Miquella drama, so why on earth would Mohg, who considers his Pureblood Knights Royalty and creates his own nobles by sharing his blood, follow this atrocious tradition??

That way Ansbach's dying line, would also make a lot more sense. He hopes that the lordship which the Tarnished is trying to achieve, would follow more akin to what Mohg was probably trying to do, becoming a lord for men, not for the gods.

(And also for himself, I still think it was some kind of coping mechanism for Mohg to achieve lordship, so it was a mix out of the psychological need to get power, in order for it to be less likely to be controlled again (tragically ironic, really) and a big middle finger to what the Golden Order did to him.)

Mohg's dynasty used to be centred around having his blood shared. It didn't matter where you come from or what heritage you carry on your back. If you carry around his blood in your veins, you're part of the family.

I guess when Mohg was being enchanted by Miquella, his mindset shifted and suddenly, he became obsessed with creating this whole Formless-Mother vessel-thing. (Which in itself even sounds silly, like how to you push a goddess which is considered formless into a flesh vessel? It would seem fairly counterproductive but that is just some literal interpretation, also considering all the New Formless Mother lore we encountered in the DLC. )

That's when Ansbach – knowing his lord's usual mindset and ambition – probably noticed something is off and fairly easily figured out that Miquella was fucking with Mohg's mind. Hence why he tried to challenge him and lost. Mohg was more important to Miquella's plans than the other way around and opposed a threat to the order Miquella was trying to create. So why did he coccon himself? My guess is that he needed a gateway to the Lands of Shadow + a way to get rid of his golden flesh to escape the influence of the Greater Will. And being supposedly kidnapped, nobody would ever suspect him being behind all of this and annihilating Mohg as a possible, popular competitor to his goals, which was, as we see, extremely effective.

[zarnzarn]

"You used to smile more," Lamb says.

Narinder flicks a ear to dispel the flies and looks out at the fading sun. "I used to have things to smile about."

"Am I not a thing to smile about?" Lamb teases. Narinder huffs and hits them in the arm, rolling his eyes, lips quirking.

"No, not that," Lamb says, an odd note in their voice. Narinder looks over. "These smiles I know. Amused, fond small ones or half-smothered flustered ones, or smug, annoying smirks. But you used to smile big in the Gateway, remember?" They stretch their cheeks with two fingers pointedly. "All teeth!"

Narinder shrugs and turns back to the sky. "Used to."

A few beats pass. Then, in a smaller voice than Narinder has ever heard it, "Do I not make you happy?"

Narinder sighs and closes his eyes. He had guessed where the conversation was going to go, but it didn't make it any easier to navigate. "Lamb..."

"Do you not enjoy my gifts?" They demand. "My compliments, my offerings, my touch? I have tried everything, Narinder, everything. But no matter what I do, not once in three hundred springs have I gotten that same easy smile from you, my one."

"Well, demanding it isn't going to get you one," He snaps back, irritation rising.

"Well then, what is?" Lamb sits up, crossing their arms. "What can I do to make you happy, Narinder?"

"I am happy," Narinder protests.

"Are you?"

Narinder thins his lips. "I am content."

"But you're not happy," Lamb says, raw and miserable, pushing themselves up to look down at him. "I- I understand you didn't like me taking the crown, I know your pride was hurt, I know you don't like being mortal, but how long are you going to sulk over it?"

They've raised their voice by the end of the sentence, face screwed up in repressed anger, cruel in the way they spit out the accusation. Narinder vaguely feels a pang of hurt at their words, but also mostly feels a whole lot of nothing. Mild resignation, maybe.

"I mean, seriously, the other Bishops are in the same place as you, but I'm out here playing knucklebones and ring toss with my murderers, and I'm still stuck at square one with you? What the fuck, Narinder, what do you want me to do?"

"I don't know," He replies honestly. Even thinking about drudging up a smile, a fake one, makes him feel more tired than an entire month's labour ever had.

"Do you want the Red Crown, even now? Is that it? Then, here," Narinder's chest squeezes painfully at the inhale he takes when Lamb aggressively pulls the crown off their head and holds it out. "Take it. It's yours."

Narinder stares at them with wide eyes. Looks to the Crown, which looks just as taken aback as him, at the easy surrender. For a minute, fire itches behind his teeth, craving the familiar force of the Red Crown behind his movements and the joyful annihilation that came with it, the peaceful passing of souls he used to help with.

Then he remembers white, and looks away. Besides, the humiliation of being handed something won off him in fair laws out of pity was too much, even for his tattered dignity. "I do not want the crown, Lamb."

A surprised inhale. "So then what?" Their voice cracks. "What do I need to do to make you smile at me again?"

"Lamb-"

"I used to make you so happy," Lamb's voice breaks with tears. Narinder pushes himself upright in worry, painfully wondering how long they'd been holding this in. "I used to make you grin ear to ear just by being there, I used to make you laugh, you used to like my jokes and my songs and my stories and my antics, and now, even on our wedding renewals your eyes barely crinkle. What can I do, Narinder, to make you love me again?"

The wound in his chest pulses agonizingly. "I do love you, Lamb."

"How, if you're not even happy?" They demand, tears rolling down their face. "I miss you so much, Narinder, every day- because deny it or not, I remember what you were when we met, and I know i only hold a part of you now. I'm asking you again, how do I get the rest of you back?"

"I-" Narinder can't think of anything to say. Can't find the words to fix this, stop the tears.

Lamb's face falls as the silence stretches. They straighten up, out of reach. "I see."

Narinder grimaces and reaches out, missing as the other stands up and takes a step back. "Lamb."

"Never mind, then." They walk away, a hand to their face and shoulders shaking.

"LAMB!" He shouts, but they're already gone. Narinder groans and collapses back onto the grass, a hand over his eyes. He'll have to track them down later now.

How to tell them that he hadn't truly smiled since he'd fought with his siblings, all those centuries ago? That what they had seen was- sickness or madness or something, fuelled by the prospect of finally being free, of revenge, of a vessel he loved always so eager and excited to see him? That being happy was something that sat well on him, but joy had always taken over his mind and body and drove him to smile with too many teeth and burn those around him when it came?

That every time he felt happy enough to smile, all he could think of was the knife in his chest as his siblings clawed out his heart, and the axe in his ribs as the sheep he loved did the same thing again a thousand years later.

How to tell them that the only way he still could was if they weren't next to him to watch?

He knew Lamb would fall to pieces if he admitted that he thinks he could smile, had smiled, with people other than them. Their history had been messy and stained even when they first kissed, even before it had been subjected to the usual strain of a century-long relationship and Narinder had no intention of finding out whether this was the thing that finally did them in.

With a sigh, he lets go of the misery for now, resolving to find words to explain later. No need to borrow from future worries, as they say.

Still. Narinder holds a palm up against the sun, watching his fur turn brown at the edges, warming his bones. Away from others, from all the tumultuous relationships and bitter mistakes and traitorous loved ones, he smiles, properly, at the gentle light, gentle warmth. It was tiring, for the anger and shame to still have such a hold on him, after all these years.

Perhaps it was time to try harder. He had done so many impossible things in his life; how hard could loving without a heart be?

[morgan5451]

Wow, JUST WOW! Go Secretary Duffy!

[shadyfestivalperfection]

AVENGERS: THE CREATOR

Summery: What if there was a seventh avenger? It’s no ordinary person but the creator of the infinity stones. Y/n is the universes most powerful being who created those stones to protect the universe and the multiverse. She is then recruited to join the Avengers initiative. Does she accept or reject the offer? What happens when her past enemy appears and destroy what she has created?

Characters: Avengers x f! Reader

Note: This is my very first time writing a fanfic and there maybe many mistakes. Please try to understand. This story maybe very different from the MCU movies. I have made lots of changes. Have a happy time reading!

Chapter 1: The Loki Problem

(Authors pov)

[ This takes place before the battle of New York in 2012]

The mission began with the Tesseract—a mysterious, otherworldly artifact capable of bending the very fabric of space and time. Its radiant surface pulsed with an energy that defied explanation, its power both captivating and terrifying. Nick Fury, director of SHIELD, stood in the dimly lit control room, eyes fixed on the device. Around him, a team of scientists worked feverishly, trying to unlock the Tesseract’s secrets, but the air was thick with the knowledge that they were treading in dangerous waters.

Fury knew it. There was something unsettling about the Tesseract, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He could feel the weight of responsibility pressing on him, the constant nagging sense that they were playing with fire. But before they could make any real progress, chaos struck.

The air seemed to ripple, and before anyone could react, Loki—the Asgardian god of mischief, exiled and vengeful—appeared in a flash of light. His arrival was swift, like a storm breaking over the ocean, and his presence brought with it a wave of destruction. A mere flick of his hand was all it took to bend the wills of SHIELD agents to his command. Fury watched in grim silence as the god’s plan began to take shape. The Tesseract, now in Loki’s grasp, was the key to opening a portal—a gateway through which Loki intended to bring an alien army to Earth.

The world was on the edge of disaster. Fury knew that if Loki succeeded, Earth would face an invasion unlike anything it had ever known. And with SHIELD caught off guard, there was only one way to prevent total annihilation: the Avengers Initiative.

Fury’s mind raced, calculating, preparing. The stakes were higher than ever, and he needed to act fast. The mission was clear—gather the scattered heroes of Earth and form a team strong enough to stand against Loki and his forces. It wasn’t going to be easy. These weren’t people who played well with others, each driven by their own motivations, their own egos, their own methods of doing things. Fury’s job wasn’t just to assemble them; it was to make them work together. To forge something greater than the sum of its parts.

Tony Stark—Iron Man—was the first person Fury reached out to. Sitting in his sleek Malibu mansion, surrounded by technology and luxury, Stark was completely oblivious to the storm brewing in the world outside. His phone rang, and as usual, he answered with the kind of casual irreverence that made it clear he thought he was untouchable.

“Yeah, I’m just, uh, kind of doing something. You know, building the future here. What’s up?” Tony’s voice came through, a mix of boredom and arrogance.

Fury’s response was unwavering, the weight of urgency in every word. “We have a situation. You need to come in.”

Stark, never one to take orders, scoffed. “I don’t think I’m the right guy for this. I’m, uh, kind of busy saving the world on my own time.”

But Fury wasn’t asking. He was telling.

“I’m not asking you, Stark. I’m telling you.” The words were final, and before Stark could say another word, the call ended.

Tony stared at the phone, his fingers lingering on the screen. A mix of reluctance and curiosity flashed across his face. For all his bravado, he knew Fury wasn’t calling him for nothing. The world had just become a lot more complicated.

Fury didn’t have time to waste. There were other calls to make, other heroes to convince. He needed them all—heroes who might never see eye-to-eye, who might not even like each other. But they were the only chance Earth had. The only chance he had. Fury didn’t expect them to be friends. He didn’t need them to be friends. He needed them to be a team—the team. The Avengers.

In his mind, he could already feel the pressure mounting, the complexity of the task weighing on him. One shot, he thought. One shot to pull this together, and I can’t afford to miss it.

He knew these people. He knew their strengths, their weaknesses, their flaws. They weren’t easy to convince, but he didn’t doubt they’d get the job done. Not in the way he wanted, perhaps, but they always did. They always found a way.

“I’ve got a lot of things to do,” Fury muttered to himself, his gaze hardening. “I need to bring them together. Right now, the planet’s about to burn, and I need these people to step up and save it. I’m not asking them to be friends, but they need to be something more than just individuals. They need to be a team. They need to be the team. The Avengers.”

The mission was urgent. The clock was ticking, and Fury knew he had no room for failure. He didn’t have time for grudges, for egos, for personal baggage. All that mattered now was stopping Loki, closing the portal, and saving the world. If he could do that, maybe—just maybe—there would be time for the rest of it later.

“I know these people,” Fury thought, glancing out at the chaotic scene unfolding before him. “They’ll get it done. Maybe not the way I want them to, but they’ll do it. They always do.”

The mission was in motion. The team would assemble. And Fury, for all his doubts and the odds stacked against him, couldn’t afford to let it fail. Not this time.

The atmosphere in the SHIELD helicarrier’s conference room was thick with tension, each of the Avengers seated around the table in wary silence. Nick Fury stood at the head, his expression sharp and focused, his eyes scanning the room as he prepared to address the team. The mismatched group of heroes—a billionaire genius, a super soldier, a god, a spy, and an archer—was an odd collection, each with their own baggage, their own egos, and none particularly interested in working together. But Fury didn’t have the luxury of time.

He set the tone with a simple, no-nonsense statement.

“We’ve got a lot of work to do. Loki’s got the Tesseract, and he’s opening a portal to bring an army to Earth. We’ve got to stop him.”

Tony Stark, lounging back in his chair with his arms casually folded, didn’t seem too concerned. His tone was more playful than urgent, the weight of the situation lost on him as he looked out the window at his hovering Iron Man suit.

“I’m bringing the party to you,” he quipped, his smile wide and full of his usual arrogance.

Steve Rogers, who had been standing off to one side, watched with a furrowed brow. The tension between him and Stark was palpable, the two of them from different worlds, with different ways of handling things. Steve crossed his arms, stepping forward as he spoke, his voice calm but firm.

“We need a plan.”

Tony raised an eyebrow, then smiled in that infuriatingly cocky way of his.

“I’ve got a plan. You’re gonna fight the alien army, right? All we need is the suit and a few good shots.”

Thor, standing tall with his Asgardian presence filling the room, looked down at Stark with a scowl. His voice boomed as he responded.

“You will not be the one to defeat Loki. He is a god.”

The room fell into an uneasy silence, the weight of Thor’s words hanging in the air. Fury’s gaze hardened. He could feel the tension between them, but now wasn’t the time for egos to clash.

“I’ve seen what Loki can do,” Fury said, his voice unwavering. “The guy’s a handful. But we need to work together if we’re going to stop him. He’s not just a threat to New York—he’s a threat to the whole world.”

Steve, ever the soldier, nodded, stepping forward with a sense of purpose.

“Loki’s got the Tesseract, and he’s got an army. We need to take it from him.”

Fury looked at them all, his expression a mixture of frustration and determination. They didn’t understand the gravity of the situation, but he would make them see it. He had to.

“I’m putting together a team,” Fury said, his voice steady and authoritative. “A team that can stand up to Loki’s invasion. We’re going to take him down.”

Tony, never one to shy away from a quip, smirked and leaned back further in his chair.

“What about me? I can do it all on my own.”

Fury’s gaze was direct, his patience thinning. He wasn’t here for jokes. They had no time for Stark’s usual bravado.

“You’re not doing it alone. We’re going to do this together.”

The room shifted as Fury’s words sunk in. The weight of the mission was settling in, and though none of them seemed eager to admit it, they all knew that working together was their only shot at success. The heroes—each with their own methods, their own motivations, and their own histories—would have to figure out how to come together as one.

-to be continued

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔟𝔦𝔡 𝔄𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩 - 𝔖𝔢𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔏𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰

[docgold13]

Heroes & Villains The DC Animated Universe - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Hades

In ancient times, the godly Hades had a love affair with Queen Hippolyta, ruler of the Amazons. Together they sculpted Hippolyta’s daughter Dina from mystic clay with each bestowing their powers into the sculpture thus granting her life.  

When war broke out between the Olympian Gods and the Titans, Hades made a bargain with the enemy.  He conspired to deliver Mount Olympus into the Titans' hands in exchange for being given over all humanity. The treacherous Hades went on to trick Hippolyta into opening the gates of Olympus for the invading Titans, resulting in a tremendous battle that ultimately resulted in the gods emerging victorious. 

Zeus, the King of the Gods, punished Hades severely for this betrayal, casting him into the Pit of Tartarus, where he would rule over the dead for all eternity. Hippolyta, on the other hand, was sentenced to forever guard the gateway to the Underworld as an eternal punishment.

Thousands of years later, Hades was nearly released thanks to the evil human sorcerer, Felix Faust.  Fortunately, the Justice League intervened. The League managed to prevail, Faust perished and Hades remained trapped in Tartarus.  Some time thereafter, Faust’s soul managed to occupy the Annihilator, the powerful armor of Ares.  With this armor, Faust was able to depose Hades and conquer Tartarus.  

This acted to upset the balance of magic and order.  Wonder Woman and Hawkgirl ventured into Tartarus and aided Hades in defeating Faust.  Hades resumed his place on the throne of Tartarus and order was restored.  

Actors John Rhys-Davies and Bob Joles each provided the voice for Hades, with the villainous lord of the underworld first appearing in the tenth episode of the first season of Justice League, ‘Paradise Lost.’  

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hi!! I hope you’re having a great day so far. 👋🏽 I thought of an idea of Gun Park x Reader, but they go on a date somewhere that people normally don’t go to. For example, a haunted house or something. I bet that’ll be interesting to write about! (But you can write about any setting you want. That’s just an idea or an example that you can base your writing from.) Hope to see what write about!! 😊🖤🖤🖤

MY LOOKISM GATEWAY! also, now I've given this a go - extra impressive how you write Gun because this guy... Stoic, quiet and mean. My characterisation? Poor. Dialogue? Low. OOC-ness? High.

(And then when you realised you wrote about everything else more than the actual main guy lol 😭 sorry in advance)

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Gun x Reader Fairground/Haunted House Shenanigans

Yeah you were a bit of a baby but so what. It's one of your earlier dates with Gun, whilst you were just getting to know him and there's no way you're gonna show him your weakness

I mean that man is pretty intimidating enough as it is

Your mood generally swings from horny or intimidated when you're in his presence

You've had all these fantasies of a cute fairground date. Maybe some friendly games, winning prizes, then finishing with a kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel

The first sign of things going wrong was you challenging Gun to the strongman test and him completely wrecking the machine AND the hammer. I mean what the hell, you didn't even manage to get a go

The second: you taking turns to be the first to beat the coconut shy and again Gun destroying the stall and nearly killing the guy

Excuse me? I thought these games were RIGGED

So yeah, Gun was intimidating. He annihilates half the fair and hardly blinks... but you were also a little competitive 🤷‍♀️

And then when he saw you grimace at the haunted house and he gave you that smirk of his and the challenge in his eyes, you knew that you couldn't back down

You hated it, you could barely stand horror films so you're not sure why you even bothered to go in a haunted house with live actors

You heard screams and growls and felt things brushing against you as soon as you stepped foot inside

Of course Gun that bastard wasn't affected at all

"Tsk, I didn't think you were such a baby"

You glared at him but after a few more nervous twitches he took your hand to lead you through

"Idiot, it's all fake... Besides nothing will dare to haunt you with me here"

It wasn't quite the Ferris wheel kiss you wanted but this was actually... Nice too

You walked a little closer hand in hand...

... and everytime he felt you jump, he gave your hand a light squeeze

(Who would have thought this man was capable of any softness)

Finally you were both nearing the end, but nothing would ever be that straight forward

As a final haunted house treat, a group of badly dresses mummies and zombies jumped out and gave you a final scare

You were already feeling delicate, but this last part actually made you scream

Taking pity on your state, and having some warped sense of chivalry Gun of course beat them up

"I said I'd protect you... next time we'll just go for dinner"

And that was how you and Gun were banned from the fair (but you did have fun after all🙂)

Gun: (lovingly) you pathetic motherfucker

[omegas-reincarnation]

Relistening to story and song and then immediately going into the final episode of Amnesty is like. So I just told you a story about how the connections between people and places and moments and ideas and food and music are the most important thing in the world, how they are our weapon against despair and greed. Now here's a story where that's still true! But we have to face up to the reality that the fundamental nature of evil is to justify itself as light, and to the impossibility of defining redemption when there is never any hope of atonement.

It's Lup begging Lucretia not to use the shield spell to cut them off from other worlds and Taako defeating the Hunger by opening up a gateway to the astral plane vs Duck blowing up the connection between two worlds as the last, desperate option to prevent Reconciliation from destroying them both. Taako being told "when you think you have only two paths, you must find a third" vs Duck being left with no choice but to destroy the last survivors of a planet that had faced annihilation multiple times before they succumbed to the horrific decision to kill all other life in the universe to save themselves. The fact that someone created a sword that would be bloodthirsty enough to carry out that act and named it Beacon because the last hope for the universe was violence.

It's not too late! vs but what if it was.

I love Balance but Amnesty has my soul.

[bighermie]

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