#control over consciousness

[keferon]

Did you think I was done? Ahahahaha no, I have more.

Because chapter 70 of MOMU gave me the very dynamic between them that I missed so much, I just blacked out and started drawing uncontrollably lmao

Also. ALSO. I noticed a while ago that Prowl has the habit of..like…constantly frowning. So. I did a bit of research and made this graph.

In 70 chapters, Prowl frowns rougly 104 times. And the intensity of this gesture is very clearly correlated with the development of his relationship with Jazz, as you can see ahahahahah It might be wrong tho don’t take me seriously I’m not good with graphs

[alipeeps]

Ahhh there's full MV of the ending theme dancing. It's fucking adorable and it's breaking my heart.

[animusbell]

"this website keeps getting worse" the author urls of reblogs used to be displayed in inverse order to the response content, and having a lot of discussion on a post meant scrunching the original into oblivion. you used to not be able to put videos or audio in replies, or even put multiple of those in one post. you got a separate line of your activity feed for every individual like/reblog. you needed an extension to see other people's tags on a post in any reasonable format. asks required question marks and couldn't have links.

the site has made decisions that I strongly dislike, no doubt, but some days I come on here and people act like it's been a linear decline since 2012 or whenever they got here. like, were you actually here back then, or

[loudlittleecho]

Too Late to Save Them: Frozen in Time

Previous

Part 5

Forever Ice

F.I.

A company that has its hands in commercial and medical. 

An insulated cup that keeps your drinks cold? In perpetuity?

An insulated container that keeps your medicine cold, without refrigeration? Helpful for the unhoused and migratory? Keeps donated organs cold during travel. Supports medical supplies and food supplies to war torn countries.

Makes Nathan millions. 

No other company can replicate his Forever Ice. 

Many try. Many fail. 

Nathan reaps the rewards of a good businessman.

His company has grown, and so many want their hands in his stock. 

His investors want to know the secret. They want him to duplicate his ice and have more of it available. (He tried; but the ice will only grow back after some is split from the main source. . . the boy. It won’t grow on its own. He did think about. . . splitting the child, but even he wasn’t that inhumane).

The world had developed and changed drastically from when he was a child. 

World ending threats and superhuman aliens existed.

He should have accounted for someone wanting his ice. . . for using unsavory means to get it. 

As he stared at the assassin in front of him, he attempted to bargain. To pay him not to kill him. 

The masked man shook his head. 

“If only it was that simple.”

- - - 

Nathan’s body moved. Nathan’s body spoke. Nathan’s body performed decent enough for no one to realize that it wasn’t Nathan controlling it. 

Meanwhile Nathan begged and cried out in his mind as his body was piloted by someone using a chip embedded deeply in his brain. 

The one controlling Nathan made him transfer funds to an undisclosed account. The one controlling Nathan made him break into the Ice. Made Nathan see the boy again. 

Observe with his eyes as the frost built up and covered the boy in ice. 

And again, this time with specialized equipment. 

The one controlling Nathan made him warm up a bit of the boy's arm; to put in a specialized syringe. To pull out his blood.

The one controlling Nathan made him watch as the boy shivered lightly, before the frost built up around him again. 

The one controlling Nathan sent the vial away. 

The one controlling Nathan had him repeat this process over the course of months. 

The one controlling Nathan got along with his workers; his friends; his family.

No one noticed anything was wrong. 

Nathan was trapped in a living hell.

- - -

Darla’s boss was a good man. He owned the company, but he always made time to talk to every employee at Forever Ice. 

Darla was part of the night security. Nathan would strike up and keep up conversations with every member of staff, staying personable and down to earth. It wasn’t often she was offered (and good-humoredly reminded) to call a CEO by their first name. He made sure they had competitively good pay and benefits, and asked about their lives and families, and remembered what they said! 

Nathan Anderson was a good man. 

- - -

Tim had paused looking into the company for a month, but he was back at it now. 

Forever Ice had. . . inconsistencies about its creation. In the published history of the company it stated that the unique material was created by Nathan Anderson, a Wisconsin native who was also the head of the company. 

However Mr. Anderson’s education history was in business. He had an abysmal employment history, often jumping in on frankly embarrassing inventions and companies that had no chance of success. However, he seemed fairly charismatic and seemed to have found his ‘Golden Goose’. 

Now, having a formal education was not necessary for success. (Tim was the poster child for that). Unless Anderson was hiding a great intellect- and a lab- this wasn’t his own creation. 

Tim paused. Anderson could have created it. Not by science, but perhaps by his own biology?

Was this a metahuman using his…abilities… to make a profit? (Wouldn’t be the first)

However, there were plenty of groups that liked to stop that kind of thing. 

Tim sighed. So far everything seemed to be working fine for Anderson. 

He filled out a report documenting the company and added it to the ‘possible concerns’ folder for the JL. He also added alerts for himself; if anything changed with the company, he’d look back into it. 

At the moment, he had more pressing cases to attend to. 

- - -

This place had loyal employees. Leonard Snart was impressed. His team took out security (non-lethally), and had cameras altered to repeat feeds. He wanted to see the process of Forever Ice. This Ice had worked well in his guns against the Flash crew, and he wanted to see if he could advance it further to his uses. 

That’s why he was here, at the source. 

However, it seemed his crew wasn’t the only ones here, as he noticed the now frozen security camera. He sighed. It had the tell-tell signs of Mr. Freeze Of course that one from Gotham had been thinking the same thing. 

He alerted his crew quietly. 

Freeze could be reasoned with. Sometimes. 

- - -

Nora felt so ALIVE as she snuck into the facility. 

There wasn't any guards; the camera’s she easily froze. 

In the before, she never would have done something like this. 

She wasn’t a good person anymore. She admitted it. 

Before the illness, she had tried. Be the good daughter, the good student, the good wife. Once she had her diagnosis she had been gentle. Gentle to her family, her friends, her ballet company, to the doctors, to Victor. To give them a good memory of her once she had gone. But now? . . . 

This was her life, and she was going to LIVE.

Now, where. . . 

She paused. She had expected a lab, but not. . . hmm.

There in the center of the room was an irregular chunk of ice. One side chipped in fairly deep. There were carts and pics on tables near the ice.

She went over to the chipped side. Was this Forever Ice?

Ah, there was probably a machine in the center that created the ice, similar to one of Victor's inventions. That’s simple enough. 

She began to gently break into the ice.

. . .

Snart found the door slightly ajar, the security panel frozen over. 

He listened. 

“Oh…”

A woman’s voice. Soft.

“What have they done to you?”

Snart paused. That certainly wasn’t Mr. Freeze. Was this another rogue with ice? Or even worse- a new hero?

He pushed the door gently open and saw a woman; deep blue skin, blond hair- gently trying to remove. . . something from a large block of ice. 

She didn’t seem to notice him. He continued to watch. 

She was incredibly gentle, snapping ice under her hand (she had enhanced strength it seemed), before pulling-

Shit. 

Was that a child?

She hefted the boy up; pale blue skin, black hair- and moved to the entrance. 

They locked eyes.

Her expression was surprise, then anger.

“Are you a part of this.”

Her voice, cold with growing fury.

“No.” He slightly paused, watching her expression. “I’m here to rob the place. Surprised as you.”

He observed her appearance. She wasn’t Mr. Freeze, but her suit mimicked his. 

Did Freeze make someone else like him? Glancing at the child. . . Someones? 

Snart made a decision. 

“I have a secured place not far from here. We can keep it cold for the both of you.”

The woman looked angry for a second; an expression of desperate independence Snart was well familiar with. 

“Look. I don’t hurt kids. This one obviously needs help.” He paused, glancing at the boy. Already a thick layer of frost covered his skin.  “And you seem like you want to help him too.”

He didn’t voice that he thought they were related; that was their business. 

He waited.

- - - 

Nora held the boy- a young teenager- in her arms. His body was warm, but also produced ice. It was like he had a fever, and his body was attempting to fight it. 

This was not what she had intended to find. 

A child, frozen in his own ice. Used by a company. 

The man in front of her wore a winter outfit, holding a type of gun loosely to his side. He carried no emotion throughout their conversation. 

She had meant to simply rob the place of all the ice she would need to update her suit.

But this boy. . . 

She was getting angry. Angrier. She walked over to the man, gently handing him the boy. 

“Get anyone you care about out of here. Keep the kid safe. Give me a moment.”

The man took the boy and swiftly turned, walking out of the room.

Nora began to release her fury. 

Slowly at first, but then she couldn’t control it. 

The room, the halls, the building froze under her cryokinesis. 

She cried and screamed, unsure where all this emotion bubbled from. 

She had been frozen against her will. Returned in this altered state. Intended to follow someone else’s life.

There was a boy, sick, his body used for someone else. 

Life was cruel. 

Unfairly cruel.

- - - 

Snart watched impassively as the entire building froze over.

The child in his arms was already heavier, another layer of ice building up. Soon he would have to put him down. 

The woman stumbled out, looking spent. He didn’t comment on the frozen tear streaks lining her face. 

His crew already had a truck prepped. He placed the frozen boy in the bed, and motioned to the woman. 

She got up and sat beside the ice.

Snart closed the tailgate and headed to the driver's side. 

He hadn't planned on this.

Part 6

[travelingtwentysomething]

I just watched the movie A Real Pain and it made me cry and my right sinus is blocked now and I'm sleep deprived and it got me thinking a lot.

Everyone's pain is so real, and so uniquely their own, and cannot compare to each other's or 'worse' stuff and it's stupid to try, because they're all just different. And yet. They're the same. We're the same. We feel pain. We show it in a multitude of ways. Some people hide it. Bottle it up, "tuck it away" and "carry on" "moving forward" "take a pill" "swallow it down" but it's there. It shows through the cracks. You hold on so tight your fear is in every line of you. You let it out in overwhelmed bursts and you apologize for burdening people with the weight of it. Because you know they have their own to bear, because it can't compare. Because you're not supposed to pity yourself or feel bad for yourself or sound like you think your feelings are more important than anyone else's, can't be selfish. Can't feel. And then there's the honesty you can't avoid. The people who see right through you, right into you, deep down in the dark of you. Because that's where they live too. Because they see your pain and they feel it too. Because they have their own. And it's a piece of the same tapestry. Ripped up into threads and sewn into all of us. Through time and space and generations. We have the pain of humanity woven into our souls, the past, our past, their past, your past. All of it. Everyone's, everywhere, all at once, is, was, and will be. It's all there. We feel it. The honesty of feeling it for others to show, the tears and snot and suffering in the moment, the pity and the sorrow and the self indulgent feeling washes over and through and out of you. It's so heavy, and yet when you let yourself feel it, it somehow gets lighter. When you let yourself share it, it's somehow not a burden you have to bear alone, but a way to bare your soul and connect, let people see you, understand and see themselves in your reflection.

My eyes hurt. My sinus is clear again finally. I'm so tired. And I'm hurting. I've distracted myself from it for a long time and yet it's never gone, I never really forget. But it's lighter somehow when I open the shutters and let the darkness meet the light of day.

[angelnumber27]

violently forcing myself to have better days

[fjordfolk]

here's a pet peeve of mine: editing gear and leashes out of a dog portrait etc or w/e is great and valid and all but i also think showing dogs with appropriate equipment is i-would-go-as-far-as-to-say important. especially re: blog/instagram/slice of life style content. imo it endorses responsible ownership.

i think maybe especially now that more people (in norway at least) are getting dogs or getting into dogs without prior experience. normalizing and showing properly and responsibly managed dogs living enriched, fulfilling lives etc etc. stop skewing the perception of how normal/common it is for dogs to be safely/appropriately off leash in open access areas.

[lohstandfound]

I want to write something but I can't quite decide on any good ideas for the things I want to right. So here's some things from the squip horror au

Jake Jason has been having weird dreams and memories that are surely not his own... right? Ever since meeting the blonde guy at a party...

#1

I met this guy. Briefly, might I add. He’s close with one of the cast members. Christine’s friend, I believe. Dirty blonde hair that gets in the way of his eyes. I couldn’t tell what colour his eyes were. Maybe brown? It was dark. It was a party with the cast and friends. I managed to slip away from my management team for a while and that’s when I met him. He had purple in his hair. There was just something about him. Like I’ve seen him before? I haven’t. I didn’t even catch his name. I would like to see him again.

#4

I’m having nightmares. Every night seems to be a loop or continuation. A fire. And I’m always running through the fire and it’s like I can feel the flames. And I’m always looking for a blonde boy with red in his hair. He’s holding the matches. Sometimes I reach him, sometimes I don’t. It feels all too real.

#9

I don’t know why I keep track of these. These dreams just seem too real. And Rich is in all of them.

#10

Since when did I know his name is Rich?

#19

Who the fuck are you? What the fuck is this?

#20

I don’t remember that last note. I don’t think I remember anything from last night.

[skrunksthatwunk]

eughhh i feel dumb

[that-dreaded-wolf]

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[a-flappy-bat]

I had a stupid crossover thought today involving Cortana and Jesse and it settled into this nonsense

[pichupurin]

Was zim hormonal while pregnant with the smeets? How did they even find out about them?

I mean, how would you even TELL if someone like him was hormonal? I think he stayed pretty much the same. Aside from the occasional (and initially inexplicable) nest building in randomass places, like behind the computers, inside a hole in the sofa, any place there's a corner... I personally don't think he would act much different lol still scheming, still screaming.

As for how they found out, well, in the comic I wanted to make (and this is a rough summary), Zim was trying to get some maintenance done on the PAK but it refused to dislodge from him. In a normal state they can go without the PAK for a few minutes, but with 8 little monsters eating up resources, the PAK read its host's status as life threatening and initiated an emergency protocol which put it into a hyperstate of preservation... or something or nother, lollll so sorry this sounded so cool when I thought of it like 3 years ago :(

[crimeronan]

I only know about the owl house from you. WHAT is the goop-curse.

BARK OF LAUGHTER.

the goop curse is a magical illness that emperor belos has, which he worsens by eating palismen (little animal witch-familiars), while pretending that eating them is actually an effective treatment for his symptoms. It Is Not.

the curse makes him go from this

to this:

sometimes when he doesn't Fully transform, he'll just lash out at & horrifically injure hunter with his goop limbs. and then be like oh noes..... you just pissed me off So Much :( you poor dumb idiot who sucks :(((

[whentherewerebicycles]

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[gammija]

iiii dont think im gonna post much amagaday about this arc, because i don't enjoy the interpretation that jon was completely innocent in taking live statements, nor do i think basira or especially melanie were irrationally upset at him, and i know a significant amount of posts at least read as if people vehemently disagree

[milo-is-rambling]

Omg yesterday at my moms therapy I said how well I had been doing and feeling like I can actually handle life and my mom was immediately like “that’s because you’ve been taking your meds regularly again” and like completely brushed off any progress I had actually made and I had to be like yeah totally that’s it that’s why exactly when I haven’t taken my meds for a week straight in idk how long