#darkholes

[daxned]

@cityburns

Black tendrils wrap around her form in a cocoon-like state from the neck down. She lays on the ground and her eyes watch as the monsters in the skies fly about, screeching and shrieking. A variety of different kinds of beasts flies overhead. They must be keeping watch while the child recovers from her injury. It shouldn't take any longer.

"I'd stay where you are if you value your life."

She doesn't look at the stranger that is near. Her eyes are kept on the monsters above, now circling around the enemy from a higher point. They see him.

[hcrpyiia]

"Who's talking about eating wings?"

[silenthcwl]

@innerbeast ♡'d for an event starter!

Oh, this is nice.

Just like last time, when Seluna arrived to Spirale she became unable to transform into any of her werewolf forms, much to her frustration. The moon would be round and full in the sky, but her fangs would stay the same. Most would consider it convenient but The Wolf is part of her and she hates when it's taken away from her.

With the arrival of this unnaturally long winter night and the mysterious benefactor offering her the help of a Guardian, the choice was easy. Now fur is covering her body, her spine changed so that walking on fours is comfortable once again-- it all makes her feel at home.

She's so full of unbridled joy that she's letting it out by playing in he snow, jumping, fumbling and rolling. Sure, she does miss the warmth of the sun on her pitch black fur a little, but this is enough for her right now.

Just like the ability to transform, the keen sense of smell is back as well; that's why she suddenly stops her pup shenanigans and start looking around, in search of the source of the scent. Whatever it is, it smells like another predator and she does not like it.

[foxjorch]

Finalmente presentamos el Line-up de personajes del proyecto AstroCat.

[thegreatfraud]

👤+ dar'khol

"Oh i know from survival instinct he some sort of fighter. He different from any street punk i face. He fully use his body to the best of it's ability like some kind of....berserker. There this solidness to his anger that backed by experience. In a head on one on one fight Nah will lose.. Oh my wooden sword can stop a few blows but he take me down with ease. He not a BAD person per se. Channeling his violence into a business instead of just roughing up random street punks."

City wise? Darkhol the most WAR like person and he meet the giant that was akin to war.

There no version of the story where Huey beat up Darkhol with pure power or martial arts.

"But what fucking new am i right? He also rash as hell and i'm also expert also. I like to play the joker but he also fundamentally underestimate me. I never fight fair. I use every dirty trick in the book to win and there a difference. There no armor on his body and i like to fight with range."

There a sigh.

"But that in the past. Every guy like to act tough and say they win next time but there almost no reason for us to clash heads again. He "beaten" me with one punch. Let's leave this as a "game" for now. While i have several chance to take this seriously so does he. I much rather no see what he like when he serious."

Darkhol fundamentally didn't came to kill him that day. They both hold back but Huey much rather not test it for something silly as pride.

[cringe-plinko]

SO WHO ELSE LOVES KNIFESWORD DARKHOLE SEAGULLTEETH?! IT CAN'T BE JUST ME, CAN IT?!

[newsblare1]

As our star nears its peak of activity, two enormous dark holes have been discovered on our sun

As our star nears its peak of activity, two enormous dark holes have been discovered on our sun. As a result of these coronal holes, solar winds can travel at 1.8 million mph toward our planet, causing stunning auroras and disrupting satellites.

https://newsblare.com/innovation/science/sunspots-or-danger-zones-the-impact-of-giant-coronal-holes-on-our-planet-sun/  

#sunspots #coronalholes #giantholes #planet #thesun #stars #darkholes #satellites #SolarWind #auroras  #impact #solarholes

[littlelisita]

Depression is your body saying, ‘I don’t want to be this character anymore. It’s too much for me.’ You should think of the word ‘depressed’ as ‘deep rest.’ Your body needs to be depressed. It needs deep rest from the character that you’ve been trying to play.”

Jim Carrey

[ghosthalfa]

          danny was nothing if not competitive, a habit that was most definitely exaggerated by his single-minded focus at the moment, and so it only took one affirmative from the other before he was off. unlike his competitor, though, danny didn't have to stop to maneuver around obstacles. a loud cackle burst from him as the ghost boy phased through any desks or cabinets in his way, leaving silhouettes of blinding color in his wake. a triumphant grin was tossed over his shoulder as he bolted passed dar, spectral body twisting for a moment as he stuck out his tongue and wiggled his fingers by his head.

     ❝ Come on dude, gotta be faster than thaaa-aaat! ❞ he sing-songed, another laugh leaving his throat as he flipped back over to streak ahead. danny's hands remained outstretched, trailing and smacking against anything they came in contact with as his vibrant green criss-crossed across dar's burning orange.

     ❝ Don't come crying to me when I get to have all the fun and you don't! ❞ his laughing was endless, in between danny's words, even as he smacked a hand on a desk and flipped his whole body over it in a feat of antigravity and showing off... before promptly hurling himself through the doorway of hawks's office.

snap! fingers click before aiming a readied point towards the teen, excitement stretching his grin further. "now there's a suggestion! you're on!"

a challenge he wouldn't meet victoriously, but it was an accepted thrill all the same. with the other daring away dar'khol was quick to follow, a messy red-orange trail left behind with each hurried step. as if to attempt to give himself some semblance of a lead a desk becomes a hurdle to leap over. its surface adorned with a new slap of a handprint and a sweeping tail to spill his color further across the surface.

a few messy, colored papers took a vacation to the floor but, they could easily be scooped up later. this little game of theirs was too entertaining to side-track from.

"first one to his desk gets to coat the entire thing!" their temporary trophy for this short-lived competition. regardless of who got there -- even if he wasn't banking on a win -- he knew that desk would be blinding bathed in either color.

no matter what, he wasn't going to leave until that entire office was a mess to look at. had a good feeling his partner, here, could agree on that!

[chcoticmuses]

@ssvperboy

''Haven't you heard of the smokers corner? Smokers come here to escape reality, go down the darkhole called their mind.'' Exhaling the smoke from the joint planted on his lips, he put the joint out with a shrug. ''Whatcha' doin' out here?''

[books-movies-anime-shows-games]

The Darkhold with Doctor Strange😈 (Dear MCU, please acknowledge the entire Agents of Shield show - if it were in the canon MCU timeline then we could have avoided the whole "corruption by Darkhole" madness, eg. see the Ghost Rider and Framework seasons and take notes 👀)

[hcrpyiia]

"It....is still something I feel I must do." It won't change anything. That much she knew already, but it was still something she felt was the right thing to do. Humans were such complex creatures. They were full of trial and error. Much...much like Ramattra. Perfect just the way he is.

Is that what she thought? In all of his trials and errors, Ramattra was perfect. Through his flaws?

Did she fear him just as much as she feared humans? She loved humans all the same too.

"I am," She whispers. "I am afraid of your anger and what it may do to you. How it will affect you. What you might do." She wouldn't lie to him. Being in her body would confirm that feeling, wouldn't it? The worry, the fear, the indescribable feeling.

"But I would love to continue being by your side, no matter the turbulence."

She didn't want him to be alone even if solitude was his friend.

AS THOUGH A KNIFE, her apologies strike him in the chest, and he winces. the wounds are left gaping and from them pour a thousand things he wishes he could say, a thousand possible answers--- but nothing seems good enough. there is a burning desire to tell her honeyed lies, to make it alright somehow, but he won't do that, not to her. she deserves the truth of it, even if it's difficult to say. one thing is for certain, however, and it is the few words he arrives upon at last---

❝ that apology is not yours to give. ❞ that remorse does not belong to her.

after a moment, his hand drifts from her shoulder, and ramattra crouches before her. it is... odd to be faced with his own image, but he looks past that, and finds her there, behind his eyes.

❝ ... are you... afraid of me? ❞ it is not a question he wishes to pose, but given her distress, it seems prudent.

it hangs in the silence that parts them, and he awaits her answer with a weight in his heart. it makes little difference in the end, for if she asks it of him, he would disappear from her sight, and never return.

[ghostly-wisteria-tea]

Prequel draft

So this is to explain what exactly happened in my fic that forced Khonshu to resort to "damnatio memoriae" on himself.

This is also a prequel to my fic, before Khonshu isekai-ed himself.

This takes place sometime during the Doctor Strange film Multivers of Madness, with the Darkhold, specifically, the manifestation of the collective "evil" within the Darkhold.

Before that, they were fighting a corrupted Wanda. But in this timeline, Wanda still didn't snap out of the Darkhold's influence and was so corrupted that she was completely taken over by the Spirit of the Darkhold itself. She is less of "Wanda Maximoff" and the "Scarlet Witch" and more of the "Collective Power of the Darkhold personified".

She was dangerous but not in the whole "She can defeat the gods". It's more like, Wanda is releasing so much "Isfet" or Chaos energy as the vessel of the Darkhold, that it is starting a chain reaction and causing other Chaos-based creatures of mythology to stir wildly, like Apep the Primordial Chaos Snake. A Chaos being even greater than Wanda, because while Wanda can manipulate Chaos energy and still retain her humanity, Apep is the full destructive force of Chaos itself given form and is even older than the Darkhold. Other gods in other pantheons are also alarmed by the high influx of Chaos energy as their own respective Chaos counterparts and other demons are getting way more active than usual.

But they are, as usual, very late in their actions. Khonshu was one of the first Deities to foresee the dangers of a fully corrupted Wanda who couldn't snap out of it. He ordered Marc to go to Tibet and assist Doctor Strange and co. They also met with America Chavez and Wong.

They help defend Kamir Taj for a while. In the meantime, Wong is trying to find the Book of Vishanti, the opposite of the Darkhold to find a way to defeat Wanda. Strange is also busy trying to keep Wanda from getting America.

Khonshu though, is very familiar with Chaos magic after spending many millennia fighting Apep, the primordial force of Chaos itself in the Egyptian Pantheon. So, he is able to utilize his experience to slowdown Wanda greatly.

But there is problem since while Khonshu did fight Apep to protect his father at a near daily basis, he never fights alone. He always fights with a team of other gods, like Isis, Set, Horus and other gods. So, he is still at a huge disadvantage and outnumbered that super Darkhole-powered Wanda can overpowering him. Even when other god's and magic-related creatures join in the fight, including Bast who decided to break Osiris' decree and fight alongside her brother. It's pretty much very late to the partly.

Wong did find a spell to in the Book of Vishanti to stop Wanda. But the problem is that Wanda's body itself is making the Darkhold stronger as it's a mix of Wanda's natural power from the Infinity Stone and the Darkhold mystical energy.

Basically, the infinity stone energy within Wanda's body is preventing the Book of Vishanti's spell from fully taking effect because it's not from the Darkhold. It's from space.

This is where Khonshu comes it since he managed to figure out a way to weaken Wanda, by exorcising the Darkhold itself from her body. Separating Wanda from the Darkhold.

His legend is him exorcising a demon from a princess, so he can do the same with Wanda.

But it will weaken him too much from the effort, and the Darkhold will now just be a full-on separate spirit fully independent from Wanda, and will look for a new host.

And the Darkhold will go to the closest available living being, which is Khonshu's Avatar. Marc Spector.

Khonshu can't risk that, but he also needs to stop Wanda. So, he made some changes to his plan, he asks that Bast get Marc Spector and Wanda's unconscious body as far away from the battlefield once the exorcism is done. Wanda is still alive but weak from the whole thing. Khonshu, though will have to face the now free Manifestation of the Darkhold alone.

Khonshu also got Bast and other sorcerers to create a powerful barrier around them. Which Khonshu, inside with the Darkhold then uses his timey wimey moon powers to literally slow-down time to a near complete halt. Warping the time and space inside the barrier to create a dimensional pocket prison that is intended to freeze the Darkhold as much as he can with the help of the other sorceres and gods present. All the same time, Wong is trying to understand the Book of Vishanti and find the right spell for him to use.

The barrier's main purpose isn't to hold the Darkhold though. It's not strong enough to do it in the first place, it is to keep Khonsu's timey wimey thing contained in one point and keep it from spreading out.

But Khonshu is already weak from the exorcism effort and can't keep this up as the Darkhold starts to break through Khonshu's dimensional time-space warp and the barrier. Khonshu anticipated this too and calculated that it is not enough for Wong and Strange to get the Book of Vishanti ready.

So, he did one last trick, which is the suicidal Damnatio Memoriae spell. It is designed to wipe anything and anyone from existence and remove it from the records of that Universe itself.

The issue is that it will never work on the Darkhold.

The Darkhold is pure evil manifested, it is too abstract and conceptual to be erased. And they can't fully erase the concept of evil without destroying the concept of Good entirely. And with it, the entire world, humanity itself and every living creature. The cosmos will collapse in itself when the concept of "evil" is gone and destroy itself to fix the massive imbalance in the universe.

It's practically useless in defeating the Darkhold, but what Khonshu only needs is to weaken greatly again since a huge part of it is blinked out of existence. It will take hours before it regains its strength again, but it is more than enough for Wong and Strange. As they only need a few minutes they need to complete the spell from the Book of Vishanti.

Outside, Marc was knocked-out as he is trying very hard to get to the barrier. Practically going ballistic and angry at Khonshu for leaving him in the middle of a battle.

Khonshu also got Bast to make promise and look after his Avatar in his inevitable absence. Bast knows that Khonshu won't make it and is pissed that he is resorting to using a dangerous spell that even Thoth refused to touch after creating it in the first place. But she also knows that Khonshu's efforts are needed to help Strange, so she took Marc under her wing at her brother's request.

[somechubbynerd]

DarkAura!? Taylor! Have you given into the Darkness?????

BN3 rules I just need a DarkHole and my apartment qualifies

also yes

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

@legend-tripper replied to your post “@legend-tripper replied to your post “hey frank you feelin alright? it seems like youre having a rough day today” im sorry youre...”

yeah, i see what you mean. its hard to make a decision when the means to either end dont seem to be worth the actual ends. but don't lose hope! it can be hard to see the way out of a situation when you've been living under the stress of it for so long - but sometimes a way out that we never considered only becomes visible when we're faced with that stress. for now, im really glad you were able to do what you needed to care for yourself today! that's always step one 💙

Thanks, yeah. This is maybe the first time I've ever met the challenge of a really bad depression head-on like this. I've had mini-depressions and big mood swings before but never an ongoing depression or an in-the-darkhole-for-weeks kind of situation.

I'm looking into getting into some kind of anti-depression therapy. I'm also going to try eating at a set time every day to see if it helps. These are the things I did in the past when this kind of thing happened but didn't seem to do much of anything. Maybe I'll try them again -- or maybe I'll go with something more out there, like ECT, if this continues to be bad

[thegreatfraud]

Well he fucked up the math. That fist came a little to quick.

"God dam-"

All he got out as Darkhol fist make contact with his face. Knocked a few teeth out, something CLEARLY cracked and it's a bit lose now. Yup the nose also bleeding.

ONE PUNCH.

BUT HE IS ALIVE. Huey immediatly use up the rest of his powers and run away from this fight. He didn't try to counter or any other tricks. He just ran west.

HIT HIM BACK. HE IS....wait WAIT YOU COWARD.

"Fuck....no solid food for the next week."

**** it hurts. But he alive.

Guess what goes up must come down.

thunk!

blade of his axe kisses the ground, embedding itself as the warrior reeled from the sudden assault on his senses. huey was in sight one second, and the next his vision had spiraled into a burning mess.

it took everything for dar'khol to stay in motion, albeit less controlled than he started. his weapon was left abandoned as a hand reaches up to his face, hesitant to even wipe at anything with how much it burned. the other hand, previously wielding a handle, balled up and flew forward -- he still wanted his trike in, he was so damn close!

there was a fire in his eyes, the scent of everything destroying his nose simultaneously. the sound that left him was far more shrill than he'd care to admit, too.

"gods-- augh!!"

it burned, it burned!

he couldn't even be fully satisfied at the feeling of his fist making contact. once it had he was stumbling to a complete stop, hands raised towards his eyes with a newfound desperation. he shouldn't wipe, but he was -- he had to. he couldn't bloody well see anything!

"damned crock o' shite...!" who thinks of this!? tranquilizers be damned, he's got a new reason to crack the bastards skull.

with a hiss dar's reaching out to feel for his axe, fingers finding purchase around its handle to pull it back in. his sense of sight and smell may be destroyed, currently, but he's a set of ears pivoting towards any -- and every -- sound.

he wanted to break a few bones, but he'll settle for a broken nose... if he managed it. a bloody one would suffice, for now, even.