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The Beatles and a parrot, A Mad Day Out, 1968
#so I just spent too much time trying to find a photo showing John taking off his shoe so the parrot could sit on his bare foot#didn't find one sadly#but found a lot of others and decided to do a parrot compilation post#and at least I found one where John had his shoe already off but the parrot was still on Paul's shoulder#and I think we can conclude that George was kinda parrot shy#a mad day out#the beatles#1968
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this is the most beautiful creature on earth and I will kill someone if it asks me to
#horseshoe crabs#I had a fun day at the beach#60% of my time was spent looking for horseshoe crabs#sadly I didn't find any tagged ones so no horseshoe crab pin for me 😔#God I love these creatures though#shoutout to the girl and her boyfriend who were very interested in hearing my Horseshoe Crab Facts spiel#especially bc the girl let me teach her how to hold the crab so she could take a pic with it#I respect you random beach girl#and your lack of fear when faced with a creature that looks like a facehugger#I'm obsessed with how utterly chill and harmless horseshoe crabs are#they just scoot along like little roombas#and look so creepy but have no ability to hurt anyone#(I don't think they're creepy though. I think they're adorable perfect little angels)#and the way they move is perfect. it looks fake#I wish I could spend the next 7 hours at the beach staring at horseshoe crabs#why oh why must I be here with my family. these losers want to do things like 'go back to the hotel because it's getting dark'#booooo cowards#join me in some nighttime horseshoe crab excursions#cute animals#crabs#(not actually a crab)
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A–Aventio TGCF idea?? Wherein Civil God Veritas Ratio meets the infamous Ghost King Aventurine during his first mission cuz cuz like— The "live for me" paralels?!? The one who has all the luck partner as well?!? The villain who was actually not the Villain this whole time!?!? The loving humanity a little too much it causes their downfall !?!?!?
Rant AU in the tags proceed with caution
#Okay to put it into better words:#Veritas having once being a prince wanted to give everyone the prosperity of knowledge and became a civil god in the pursuit of it.#Sadly this backfires in people using that knowledge for their own greed and creating civil wars within it as well as unleashing far more#Destruction upon the land. And the other gods didn't help Veritas in stopping that bc see that's what happens when people overshare info!!#So the aftermath is just pure chaos plus banishment from being a civil god and thrown as this god of war and plague.#800 years passes and he is seen to just still be doing the same things but I a simple term. Teaching people to read and count.#Often times taking up mission and doing research on new pathogens to help cure the sick that can't afford and somehow during a reading#Lecture he gets ascended back to godhood and everyone is like ??? And even he is like ???#Well he doesn't care much about it and just continues to do what he's always done. Except that once in a while he has to take a detour#Mission to deal with ghosts and other malignant spirits. And upon one of those recurrences he finds himself aquaintanced with#The infamous Ghost King Aventurine. Who is mostly feared in heaven due to having beaten the strongest and wisest at their own games. Even#When the odds where fully against him.#As for Aventurine.#His life was harsh but as the prince had given a lot to the people#Not just education but also free them of diseases and sickness. One of which had struck his sister. He liked the prince and wanted to#Follow in giving and protecting the prosperity of the former kingdom. But the good things did not last and his family was struck in between#The many wars that took place. No matter how much refuge Kakavasha and his sister sought no place was ever#Safe enough for them.#He watched the entire world go up in flames yet somehow he could hate the prince-god for it. But rather the people who had started to#Create weapons in his name. The rest of his years he spent it as a warrior slave and then when death reached him he couldn't even go to#The afterlife since he still held so much vigor and wanted revenge to all the people who had turned his land into ashes and his family#Into bones. That is why he became a mourning ghost.#(I didn't want the kakavasha story to be so centered on ratio like it is in tgcf. Because I think it will be fun for the two of them to#Not recognize each other at first after 800 years and then when they do. Rather when aven does he's full on: oh shit it's the cute prince—#As for who was the cause of the upheaval in the kingdom and the maker of the weapons. Idk I was debating there being more than just one#Antagonist to have pulled their strings in verita's kingdom as well as be the reason Aven's sister died. So he's more revenge seeking for t#And the genius society as civil gods just spoke to me it for so perfectly. Ling wen as Ruan mei? Yeah exactly.#ratiorine#Aventio#Dr ratio
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✷ Pedroscar matching phone charms ✷
#oscar piastri#pedro acosta#pedroscar#op81#pa31#f1#MotoGP#and now! it's yime to ramble#first i want to start with the fact that i used different colours for strings bc i think here blue matches pedro more#i generally worked with quadlock colour scheme from their vids but it was hard to matcch the right blue and orange#also i added one swirly brown bead to pedro for his hair and one just brown to oscar for the same reason#and i did a few spikes bc sadly i has nothing with sharks but this reminds me about their teeth a bit#and also spiles just feel right for him#MOVING ON TO OSCAR#a shell. of course I'm gonna add a shell when we r talking about oscar#didn't find any metal charms that would fit as ending so i just left it as it is bc why not#tried to add a bit more orange ro him bc colour is way more associated with him#also spider bead for my favourite Spiderman! oscar agenda#of course the matching stars BECAUSE THEY ARE STARS YOU CAN FIGHT ME ON THIS BUT YOU GONNA LOSE#and a redbul tap that i drilled a bit off the centre but somehow it still fits with pedro who is rough around edges:)#thanks for coming to my ted talk#reblogs would be greatly appreciated:*#and i would be happy to hear your thoughts
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Hear me out (or don't... it's fine I'm just venting and mean) yeah um I don't believe Chakotay was saved in Prod*gy s2.
#the 'time travel' makes no sense when you think on it. What happened to Prime Chakotay? He got killed they showed that.#At the end s1 Janeway finds an 'alternate chakotay in an alternate timeline' and that's the one they go and get#we saw the original get merc'd in the message. That ACTUALLY happened. Lmao.....#They didn't prevent THAT death because they didn't go to THAT Solum with the Infinity and stop it from happening#instead it was 'ALTERNATE#' implying other.#OG Chakotay wasn't taken over by the alternative one either nothing suggests that was the direction for him in s2#they didn't do anything like 'well you see chakotay because at the end of s2 when we converged timestreams you have merged with your other'#if they did want to recover the original from s1 then keep that clear instead of being convoluted dont use an alternate timeline wtf#instead the plot was focused on gywns stupid fucking paradox plot and her being fixed#chakotay was the one in a paradox too did that not matter nah dw about it he had to die for this outcome or someshit lmao why#In the extended message given to admiral janeway it shows him clearly getting left behind and surrounded. Sadly no one intervened.#I dont understand why they couldnt have just made s2 about his rescue alone IF they took their time it wouldnt be so difficult#to follow#above that the one they rescued was ruined by the 10 year gap so he wasn't 'saved' at all. God i hate s2 when you break it apart#I dunno the more i look at s2 Janeway and Chakotay the more upsetting it is. Janeway would NOT have settled for an imposter.#everyone going goo-goo gaa gaa over s2 but it's sloppy af imo and undermines a huge portion voyagers struggles#id really like them to flatly lay out their ideas because literally nothing ive heard explains the story or choices of s2 with conviction#instead it's oh clap for wesley or the new vulcan and other references yay#describe to me your timetravel clearly and i'll happily take a seat on it (there is still other crap stuff mind you)#this is the most repressed shit i my head i swear#im angry because s1 is so clearly mapped out to a brilliant degree and for whatever reason it's not in s2#i can see through it#insultingly people are eating it up and claiming it's better than ever nah dawg embarrassing#there are nice ideas inside s2 but they arent adequately rewarded#it doesnt compare to the timetravel in other trek because they kept it clear#i mean it could have been an interesting parallel to endgame but in the end janeway didnt even rescue him lmao they dropped her#why bother building up this mission only for her to give up and go 'i'll hand it over because im told to'. Janeway had fuck all this season#let alone settle for not fixing her own timeline and her own friends deadly circumstance dw just grab another one from the shelf i guess#the emotional fallout was absolutely missed because they didnt elaborate on anything. Plenty of show but no substance from the characters
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Just posting some art from my previous account from Instagram which is @/daily_jackalope !
#jackalope#jackalopedaily#milgram#milgram jackalope#milgram project#so many silly jackalope#I draw jackalope in many interpretations do mind me#and i forget the horns alot.....😔#I STILL POSTED 300 DAYS.#By the way#the white haired girl is an oc of mine lol#FROM A FANGRAM... that has been in the works for a while.... by me yes#ITS CALLED STARGRAM ITS NOT DONE THOUGH SADLY#Maybe in 37296283826 years#I also made some edits on that account but its just two and its not really that great#im better at making edits so i might do that here also? or on my YT!#Im missing the happy 1 year anniversary one... i really like that one but i didn't draw jackalope great on it LOL#ill find and post more at a later date#i like how its all these jackalopes in good quality then theres just silly doodlealope going for the pudding on the ground#this daily will too have a silly doodle#will i flood milgram tag? i hope not and hope so at the same time and i don't know which is right#jackalopeismylifetakeitorleaveit
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none of the LI's in FOM really look of interest to me personally
which kind of sucks because when i saw the art of Celine(?) I was very Oh this style is so cute!!
doesn't mean anything ofc that's all based on like looks and general vibe
i could fall head over heals with one based on personality later if I played it
if i ever decide to get it
#like are they all attractive?#i mean yeah#But like even the girls don't get to be like cute?#they're all like typically pretty or sexy#Like where are the cutie pies?? or the ones that just look kinda weird? Why are they all very stereotypically safely attractive#Like I get that it's like marketing doing only very attractive people means more people are likely to find one they like#but i look at them like hm kay I don't want you#anti fields of mistria#not really but in case someone really doesn't like seeing negative opinions about it they won't have to#Like I have this opinion for SDV too and really most indie farm sims that ive seen#though there i honestly thought they were ugly at least here its like “yeah i see that they are attractive but that doesnt mean i want it”#so I know it's just my character taste not like lining up for what they're going for#sadly the characters in sdv in general kind of suck so after i finished their events they still didn't have a lasting impression#Anti SDV#Point is none of them really speak to me and I'm a little sad my character taste sucks so bad lol
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I think you'll all be happy to know that this very ominous spiral-core message is pasted inside the window of the shop next to the Notting Hill Gate Oxfam.
#Furthers my point that London is just one big TMA reference :/#Sadly they didn't have any good cursed books this time#Twas a good charity shop run though‚ did find a few weird dolls but didn't buy any :(#tma#the magnus archives#the magnus institute#tma memes#tma reference#tma the spiral#tma the vast#jonathan sims
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WIP word game
Tagged by @wodkapudding - thank you! This looks fun and it's uuuh certainly welcome for procrastinating
Rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word. The word is GHOST (we're already getting into the halloween spirit, I see xD)
G - „Geh tiefer runter“, befahl Cottas kompromisslose Stimme. „Tiefer. Und jetzt halten.“ (Peter/Cotta AU pwp, wird vielleicht heute noch fertig - Titel: "you make it hard to hesitate")
H - "Höre ich da eine gewisse Eifersucht in deinem Ton?", neckte Victor ihn. Genoss den Anblick, wie eine ganz sachte Röte Justus' Wangen hinauf kroch. Jetzt war er in der Defensive. "Ich habe dir damals angeboten, an meiner Seite zu arbeiten, aber du wolltest davon ja nichts hören." (Justus/Victor(ish) aus Victors Sicht, weil ich das unbedingt mal ausprobieren wollte)
O - Orkanartig wirbelte der Rausch durch seinen Körper, sein Grollen ging irgendwo gegen Henrys Nacken verloren. Nur einen winzigen Augenblick später sackte Henry in sich zusammen, suchte Halt an der Werkbank. (genau genommen ist das geschummelt, weils kein WIP mehr ist. Aber pscht. Das ist aus der versprochenen Henry/Bill fic - Titel: "Sturmwind" - die ich vermutlich nachher noch hochlade)
S - Seine Gedanken jagten sich im Kreis, ohne irgendeinen Erfolg, außer, dass er Kopfschmerzen bekam und unleidlich wurde. (eine Cotta/Goodween Pining Sache, die noch in den allerfrühesten Anfängen ist)
T - "Tja", machte er, weil ihm nichts besseres einfiel. Und dann: "Das letzte, was ich über Sie gehört habe, ist, dass Sie von den Toten auferstanden sind." (Cotta/Victor, ursprünglich inspriert von ASPs "Demon Love", inzwischen mit deutlichen Einflüssen von Bessons "Venice Beach")
Tagging: @crazy-walls, @pointwhitmark, @keravnous, @alintheshitposter & @auxiliarydetective, if you want!
Word: ORCHID
#if you saw the first post no you didn't#took me longer than expected to find something with t tbh#eigentlich hatte ich aus dem demon love thing was schöneres wo bessons einfluss besser sichtbar war#aber ich hab sonst literally nichts mit t gefunden in irgendetwas das ich in den letzten vier wochen oder so angefasst habe#gonna go answer some comments now und dann geht 'sturmwind' durch die letzte editing round i think#50 points for everyone who can figure out where the title comes from ;)#i was tagged#thanks again! this really was a lot of fun!#my writing#why 'orchid'? because 'leaf' was too boring and the first thing i see when i look up is the orchid my brother unfortunately killed#(the other two are thriving! the third one sadly had rotted roots. not my business tho plants are his thing. i've managed to kill ivy.)#an sich wäre im deutschen ein c als (ab)satzbeginn mean aber ich gehe davon aus dass 'cotta' irgendwo auftauchen könnte xD
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Actually, you know what? Josh and Donna’s first kiss absolutely was always meant to happen with her fully clothed and him in his underwear and yes this is my hot take.
#josh x donna#it's about the power balances with them#she Had to have the hand over him for this to happen with the context of the first 5 seasons#which is why her being the active force in it all works and him just flailing#and not believing his luck is so on point#(he's literally the Only one who didn't know that they'd end up making out eventually)#him being half asleep and not remembering that they don't actually kiss normally and just on the fly kissing her#is just. amazing. ofc it'd happen like that!#and then donna taking charge and steering the way is obviously how it'd go#she's a fucking icon tho#they have all this tension for YEARS and then make out once#and she propositions him that day#i love her.#that the proposition fails bc josh's brain breaks for a second is also peak josh#she then jumps from propositon to seducing#and finally finds a way to distract josh on an election day#i did not predict this spiral today but here we are#might actually go watch the episode but also might not#sadly this whole thing happens in the same ep that Other thing happens in
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So I figured that divine weapons would help me beat Ritsu into 2030 so I'm returning to places that I discovered but didn't go into during the early game in search of, so far I found the sword and I think the bow? Whatever the elephant beast I fought was with the stupid petrification
#razz plays ot2#I suspected the sword was the sword in the rock from winterbloom and sadly I had to google the solution to that one#I knew I needed a pickaxe but I didn't know where to get that item#I'm gonna see if I can find the others tonight and if/when I get them all I march on Ritsu's ass
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holy shit
today is the four year anniversary of my legal name change
live has gotten soo much better!
#six years ago i din't even think i'd ever make it to twenty#now im twenty-one and while live is not all sunshine and rainbows#it is awesome#i am also Feeling Emotions™ regarding the fact that i didn't remember until someone told me#like four years ago i was soo nervous#i had to ask my mom abt the spelling three times and still almost managed to spell my names wrong#i CRIED when i signed the paperwork#afterwards we made a cake and went for icecream#today i was planning on poptatoeing on my couch not even knowing that it was an anniversary of such an important day#i just moved on#live has gotten soo much better that that day is just an afterthought#anyway#i bought myself a cupcake to celebrate#and thank myself for hanging in there and making positive changes for myself#caffeines cackles#wanted to get a little candle to put on the cupcake#but couldnt find one sadly...
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Wait a goddamn second Winnie the Pooh is public domain
That means
I can take Tigger and do whatever I want with him
Oooooooohohoho
#Tigger was my First comfort character#My dad got a plushie of him for baby me and I had that thing until I was like 7#Until the stripes were long faded and some stitches were loose#He was well loved.#Sadly a really bad lice infection meant my parents trashed a lot of our plushies as it was easier for them#They didn't even give me the option to try and salvage Tigger at all#So I didn't have him for over a decade and a half#But in 2021 I finally found the right keywords to look up to find the specific plushie#And someone was selling him on ebay for like 15 bucks#I immediately bought him#And now I have that same Tigger plush again and I'm going to have him for the rest of my life or so help me#Anyways I want to be artsy and do smth with him#Not rly sure what. Bc I hate to say it but the Disney version is the one I grew up with and is what my plush is#But I do see the original Tigger as still My Tigger#Anyways maybe I'll just go the easy route that doesn't even need him to be public domain#And make a Pokémon OC that is just Tigger.
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#happy new year#new year#pretty#and then when i went looking i liked that first sentiment and also some other gifs#and then some couldn't find again sadly; 2023 found with that search and two others from window stars are standing in for one I didn't#technology i don't usually use!#has comment#have some nicefeelings now#i post#myself#etat#flashing gif
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#wait im screaming#a fanfic author whose worldbuilding and character work i look up to read my fic and said it was excellently written??? and asking if#i could continue it??? i'm dying ajskndajsd#i am trying to write fic but i sadly am not going to go back to that one ToT I don't know how to continue it#how did she find it tho nung 2020 pa yun ToT#i didn't even comment on her fic because i didn't read it in its entirety yet!!! but i did recc it? did she see the recc???
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(A/N: I fell in love with this prompt and wrote the following story last year, and I was honored for it to receive a Silver Honorable Mention in the L. Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future contest. I'm so excited to finally share it with you guys!)
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The day the headquarters of the United Protectors fell should not have been so bright and sunny. Even from the innermost sanctum, a person could look out through holes as large as semis on every side of the building, or see the clear, blue sky through the gaping roof. Steel beams lay broken and bent, advanced technological equipment wrecked, tempered glass shattered. Outside, the ground was cracked and pitted, devoid of plant life—a jagged wasteland of earth and rocks and melting ice, puddled with acid and choked with slowly dissipating smoke for a mile in every direction.
No one would be coming near this place anytime soon—no one sane, at least. The battle that caused such devastation had waged for mere hours as the world waited with baited breath. Now, all that remained was the aftermath, the victims . . . and the victors.
Inside what remained of the central meeting room, The Destroyer walked around the oblong table, trailing fingers that left acid-burned furrows along its metal surface. There wasn’t enough wall left to block his view of the distant main entrance, which still held one startlingly intact glass door. He could see many of the bodies that lay strewn about the building, too: Bright Beacon, her once-golden skin darkened to midnight-black. Liquidity, more puddle than human now. The tattered wisps of The Ghost’s spectral form, still struggling to draw themselves back together. In one corner, Fox Fire held her flaming hand above Sir Sunder, sniffing suspiciously for signs of life in the man half-hidden beneath an avalanche of concrete.
There were scores more, some probably beyond retrieval. Losses and injuries had been incurred on both sides, but what did that matter compared to this victory? Destroyer came to a stop over the only one that interested him: the crumpled form of Diamond Drake, the one-time “unbreakable man.” A fitting moniker for a worthy opponent. Now he lay broken and dying, his diamond skin as cracked and pitted as the earth outside.
Other superior individuals—the feared men and women who had come together to form this team of villains—wandered through the ruined building, licking their wounds or looting the wreckage or simply marveling that they had really done what no one believed to be possible: The League of Conquerors had defeated the strongest superhero collective on the planet, a team assembled specifically to defend the world from other superhuman threats. The thrill of it pulsed through The Destroyer, setting his hands to smoking.
Now nothing could keep him from taking what was rightfully his.
“You . . . fool . . .”
Destroyer looked down on the defeated hero at his feet. Diamond Drake struggled to lift his crystalline head, one draconic horn snapped in half, as he glared up at the smoke-wreathed conqueror. “You . . . don’t know what . . . you’ve d-done,” he gasped, each word as jagged as broken glass.
With a cold smile, Destroyer crouched down, looming over his fallen archnemesis. He placed a hand on the man’s head, letting the acidic concoction he had created just for this purpose eat slowly into Diamond Drake’s previously impervious skin. “What I’ve done,” he said, with vicious pleasure, “is remove the last real obstacle to my rightful rule of all the lessers on this planet.”
The raspy laugh that burst from Drake’s mouth made Destroyer blink in surprise. A grim smile, split partway along one lip by a deep, bleeding crack, contorted the hero’s face into a disturbing mask. “Oh, you . . . removed an . . . obs-tacle . . . alright.” He had to gasp for breath between words, but The Destroyer waited, intrigued by (if not actually concerned about) Diamond Drake’s last words. “But we weren’t . . . just protecting . . . the w-world . . .”
“Wow, is he still alive?” The new voice made Destroyer twitch in irritation, and he turned his head to see Lady Frost leaning over them. A series of claw marks on the ice-wielder’s dark scalp and shoulders testified that Plague Doctor was still busy healing the more grievously injured villains. The dried blood only made her look more menacing as she smiled cruelly at the dying hero. “Well, it’ll be fun having someone to repay for all the damage we took. I liked Blind Bomber, and I don’t say that about many of my allies.” The woman reached down, a wisp of the freezing power that was her namesake forming around one finger. “How about we widen those cracks a bit—”
“Get back,” Destroyer growled, swatting her hand away. “I’m enjoying the final, useless threats of my dying archfoe. It’s a rather momentous occasion.”
Saberman, whose moniker and personality frequently made Destroyer question his own choice in allies, poked his head out of the hole that had once been the heroes’ vault door. “Make sure you tell me what he says, it’ll be great for the book!”
“For the last time, Saber, no one wants to read any book you write,” Fox Fire scoffed as she strolled over, her three tails flicking.
“They don’t have to want to. Once we’re in charge, I can make it mandatory reading!”
The Destroyer shut out the bickering of his annoying, but regrettably still necessary, teammates and looked back down at Diamond Drake. There probably wasn’t much time left to enjoy his fading foe’s meager mutterings, so he leaned closer. “Tell me, hero: Just what else were you protecting that I should care about?”
Somewhere in the background, a single, inexplicably intact door fell over and shattered. Fox Fire hissed in surprise, but Destroyer continued to stare at Diamond Drake as the broken man looked him dead in the eyes.
“You.”
The voice was not Diamond Drake’s, though his mouth twitched at the word. But someone had called out—someone Destroyer didn’t recognize. He stood, muscular frame rising to his full, intimidating height, smoke already wreathing his hands as the villain turned to face whatever final trick the heroes had in store.
He stopped in surprise. It was a woman.
That, of course, bothered no one in the League of Conquerors. Female superheroes could be every bit as dangerous as males, and The Destroyer had no qualms about removing either kind when they got in his way. But the person picking her way across the cracked concrete floor of the entrance hall, her fists clenched and her mouth a tight line, looked utterly unheroic. She could have been in her mid-twenties or early thirties, her race indistinctly Caucasian. A ponytail of brown hair swished as she moved, and she had on a light blue-and-black jacket over an orange T-shirt advertising some vintage gaming console. A thick, plain, black backpack was slung over her shoulders. She wore jeans. One knee had a hole in it.
Destroyer couldn’t have explained why he noticed these details, other than that he was so focused on finding something extraordinary about this person who appeared determined to face a cadre of supervillains all alone.
The woman stopped at what had once been the door to the council room, stuffing both fists into her jacket pockets. Her eyes locked onto Destroyer. “I had a feeling it’d be you,” she said flatly.
For another long moment, no one moved. Others had gathered by now, many of them the most dangerous supervillains in the nation, if not the world—all standing ready to face a new threat. The air fairly thrummed with the concentrated power that had reduced this building and the land around it to ruin. They had defeated the full might of the United Protectors; even with their numbers reduced and many still injured or exhausted, they could handle one more hero between them.
But the woman did nothing. She simply . . . stood there. And glared.
The Destroyer’s wariness and disbelief slowly gave way to amusement. Whatever Diamond Drake’s cryptic warning had been about, it couldn’t involve one overconfident, underdressed hero.
The woman abruptly broke the silence as she began ranting to the room at large, hands waving. “I knew this might happen someday. I hoped it wouldn’t, and Drake was sure they could keep things under control so it wouldn’t be necessary. Others were helping so many people, you know? It wouldn’t be right to throw out the good with the bad.” She glared at each of the villains, making fearless eye contact. Saberman actually flinched, as if he’d received a disapproving look from his mother. “And yet, here we are. You couldn’t be happy with the way things were, oh no. It’s always a few people who ruin the game for everyone!”
Mr. Rumble (how Destroyer hated that stupid moniker) loomed behind the woman, gazing down at her with amazement. “Lady,” he rumbled (of course he did), “are you right in the head? Do you even know where you are right now?”
“Of course I do!” the woman shouted, whirling on him. She prodded a finger into the man’s mountainous chest. Prodded! “It took me a while to pick my way through the mess you all made, but I live nearby for a reason. The walk was not enjoyable, either.” She lifted her leg, revealing where the toe of one sneaker had been burned off. “Who just leaves acid lying around? Do you know how long it’ll take the ground to recover from that? Do you ever think about the future beyond ‘kill, win, enslave’? How is it none of you can be bothered to care about anyone or anything but yourselves?!” she finished in a furious shout.
“We also killed some people,” Lady Frost pointed out sardonically. “But to each their own moral outrage, I guess.”
The stranger turned a cold look on Lady Frost. “If I start focusing on that part, I’ll be far too angry to make any sense.”
“You’re not making a lot of sense now,” Saberman pointed out.
Destroyer’s amusement was turning to irritation. How dare this sniveling little heroine ruin his moment, waltzing in on their victory and scolding the new world rulers like misbehaving children? Well, enough was enough. He stepped slowly around the edge of the United Protectors’ conference table, annoyed that he might miss witnessing Diamond Drake’s dying breath while dealing with this aggravation. But one had to do things right.
“And who are you,” he said in a low, dangerous tone, taking his time as he stalked towards the nagging intruder, “to come here and cast a shadow on our triumph?” The Destroyer put a hand on a chairback and let it disintegrate beneath his smoking acid touch. To the woman’s credit, she didn’t act the least bit intimidated; she simply stood there, hands in pockets, her average appearance belied by an unflinching fire in her eyes. The Destroyer narrowed his eyes further, intrigued despite himself. “What is your moniker, little hero?”
She waved a hand impatiently. “I don’t have one of those.”
Destroyer hadn’t thought his disdain could deepen further, but now it sank into cold, prideful fury. A lesser. He could understand such casual arrogance from a superior being with an exalted name. To be spoken to this way by a mere mortal was an unforgivable insult. “Then you’re even more a fool than I thought,” he growled, coming to a looming stop in front of her. “Before I wipe you from existence like the insect you are, tell me: What foolhardy impulse could lead a mere lesser to dare raise its voice against its betters?”
The woman gave him a disdainful look. “Do you have any idea how stupid you sound? It’s like you got all your ‘how to talk dramatically’ tips from 80’s fantasy movies.”
Through the stunned disbelief that briefly froze him in place, Destroyer heard a noise from Fox Fire’s direction. That had better have just been a cough.
“As for why I’m here . . .” The woman crossed her arms and looked around at the assembled villains. Her voice dropped to a low, carrying simmer. “I’m the final boss. The cheat code you only use when there’s no other way to win. The game-ender.” Destroyer noticed her hands clenching the fabric of her jacket where they rested, her posture stiff with tension. “So, congratulations. You finally pushed the limits too far, and now I’m the only one who can shut you down. And nobody is going to be happy about the way I have to do it.”
A few of the villains laughed or jeered. Others looked wary; the experienced weather controller, CumuloNemesis (also a stupid moniker, but admittedly more clever), started sparking tiny lightning bolts from the cloud atop his head, and Gem Knight subtly raised her battle-damaged ruby shield. But The Destroyer stood directly in front of the woman, his shadow completely covering her; and for all her bravado, he could see no signs of any power whatsoever.
With a sneer, Destroyer grabbed her tightly by the shoulder with one smoking hand. She flinched, but no defenses activated, no abilities manifested to fight him. He used only the barest coating of acid, of course, although it was already eating through the jacket and shirt beneath his touch. He wouldn’t reward such monumental disrespect with a quick death.
“I don’t know who you are or what power you think you have,” The Destroyer said in low, fierce tones. “But nothing can stop the League of Conquerors. We have already defeated the greatest heroes on this planet.”
To his surprise, the woman’s expression softened. Her gaze drifted across the room, taking in the bodies. “Yeah. I wish I could have acted sooner. But I promised . . . promised I’d give them every chance to stop you themselves.” Anger flared in those eyes again as they returned to his. She didn’t yet react to the acid chewing at her skin. “I can’t bring back the people you’ve murdered, but at least no one else will need to be afraid of you.”
“But what are you gonna do?!” a gremlin-looking villain, whose moniker escaped Destroyer, shouted impatiently from the back of the watchers. “Just get on with it already!”
Her gaze still locked with The Destroyer’s, she shrugged the shoulder he wasn’t holding. “I’ve been doing it this whole time.”
There was a long moment of confused silence among the villains. Then Fox Fire shrieked.
Destroyer turned with the others to stare at the fire-wielder. She spun in circles like a dog chasing its tails . . . but something else was off. “What’s happening?!” Fox Fire screamed, grabbing at one of her inhuman appendages. Fur came off in her hand, and that was when the nearest villains realized her three tails were . . . shortening.
With cries of alarm, others noticed the changes that had started at a creep but were quickly picking up speed. Saberman’s bladed arms flattened out, and Mr. Rumble’s rocky skin smoothed like mud beneath a roller. CumuloNemesis’s cloud crown shrank away to nothing, leaving a bald pate ringed by the barest wisps of white hair. Throughout the ruined hero headquarters, villains yelled and jerked and flailed as their powers dried up before their very eyes.
The woman in Destroyer’s grip watched impassively as the panic spread. “I could have done it sooner. Maybe I should have. But it’s an all-or-nothing effect, y’see—like pulling a plug. And there’s so many people in the world who use their powers for good. For every villain in the world, there was a crimefighter, a disaster-relief worker, a healer. Heroes who used their gifts to help make the world a better place. Even your acid, Destroyer”—she gestured at the man, who could only stare dumbly at the chaotic scene around them—”could have been used to help instead of hurt. None of these powers were good or evil—just the intentions behind them. But you’ve finally made the cost of us keeping those powers much too high.
“So now everyone loses.”
Understanding finally broke through Destroyer’s denial in a cold, terrifying wave. He raised a fist, summoning the acid that had always manifested freely from his skin . . . but only a plain, pale, lesser hand appeared before him. Even the red tint that had always marked him for the superior being he was had faded away. Destroyer staggered back from the woman, staring at his hands in horror as he tried and tried and ultimately failed to summon his power.
“It was a hard choice, even still,” she said regretfully, talking to herself as much as to Destroyer now. “The responsibility came with perks.” She touched her jacket where Destroyer had gripped it—the skin beneath the hole made by his acid was completely whole. Just as whole, he realized distantly, as her foot where acid should have chewed off several toes along with the shoe. “I couldn’t be hurt while I was the bearer. But I think it’s right, don’t you?” As the villain’s gaze darted to hers again, she smiled sadly. “The person responsible for taking away everyone’s power-ups ought to be willing to lose hers, too.”
With a roar of blind rage and a fear he’d never felt before, Destroyer grabbed the woman by the collar. “Change me back!” he screamed, shaking her like a rag doll. “Reverse it!!!”
When he stopped rattling her long enough to get a response, she wearily shook her head. “I can’t. My power was made to cancel out all powers—itself included.” Genuine sorrow filled her eyes as she said in a gentle, almost apologetic voice, “They’re all gone, and there’s no getting them back. This is game over, Destroyer.”
Shrieks of horror and anger continued to fill the broken building, but Destroyer barely heard them over the fury welling up, turning his vision black around the edges. His victory . . . his power . . . they couldn’t be gone. This was madness! No one could defeat him! This one nameless speck couldn’t steal his destiny away! Legions of lessers revered him as a god! The Destroyer could not be lessened!
With a scream of feral rage, the depowered man lifted a chair and swung it towards the woman’s head.
CRANG!
Destroyer’s swing whiffed past the ducking woman, the chair flying clumsily from his hands to crash against a wall. He wobbled for a moment, face blank with confusion. Then he collapsed to the ground, revealing another man standing behind him and holding a chair. Only this chair had hit its target.
The woman let out a deep, whooshing breath. “Thanks, Ghost.”
“No problem, Karen,” The Ghost wheezed, letting his arms fall but still gripping the chair for support. “Appreciate you stalling long enough for me to pull myself back together.”
“I mean, I wasn’t excited to learn whether we’d get a whole guy or have chunks of you falling out of the air,” Karen replied lightly, nudging the poleaxed Destroyer with her unburnt shoe. “But I was just rambling so nobody would notice you while they still had some power to fight with. You should really be grateful Cancellation has a grace period; I released it as soon as I walked through the front door.” When he opened his mouth, she held up a hand to forestall the question. “I waited because I needed the invulnerability to get here safely. It’s a real wreck outside.”
“Not much better in here,” The Ghost growled, turning to face the people staring at them. Many looked aghast, and others, murderous. As a man in aquatic attire started to raise the spear he held, The Ghost hefted his chair into a fighting stance, pale features hard despite his exhaustion. “We still have some messes to clean up.”
“Oh, them? Nah.” Karen reached under her jacket and pulled a handgun out of its shoulder holster. She pointed it at the crowd of depowered villains. “None of you are invulnerable, incorporeal, or shielded anymore,” Karen pointed out in a loud voice. “And I have a concealed carry permit and the legal right to shoot in self-defense. Please don’t try me, because I’ve never in my life been more tempted to fire at a person, and I won’t be picking favorites.”
For a long moment, the two sides stared tensely at each other. Then a few broke for the door. Soon, the majority were flooding out of the building, too stunned or injured or sensible to risk being one of the recipients of Karen’s retribution. Lady Frost stood firm, though; and even without her powers, the former ice-wielder’s glare was as cold as death.
“Watch your back, Karen,” Lady Frost spat. “Every superior being, whether villain and hero, will know it was you who stole our powers from us. You will pay for this!”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Karen said blandly, and waggled the gun as if to shoo her along. “Might want to leave before the cavalry gets here.”
The woman spat on the ground, then turned and fled. Karen and The Ghost stayed in place, gun and chair held aloft until every remaining villain had left. Minutes later, The Ghost finally relaxed; he collapsed into the chair he’d been wielding, shaking his head with a whistle.
“Boy, look at ‘em run! You’d think they really expect you to shoot ‘em in the back.” The black-haired man chuckled—although he gave Karen a sidelong look, as if to check whether or not she was considering the option.
But she only nodded and holstered her weapon. “Flight response for some, but I was counting on most wanting to avoid dying before they could be sure it wasn’t possible to just get out of my range of influence. Some’ll probably wish they’d taken me down with them when they realize their powers are gone for good.” She made a face at the door. “They aren’t going to like crossing that nightmare-scape outside, either. But considering they made it, I call it poetic justice.”
The Ghost hesitated. Then, reluctantly—because he already knew the answer—the man asked the burning question that would no doubt be asked a thousand times over again. “So it really does affect . . . everyone? In the whole world?”
Karen sighed and dropped to one knee, slipping off her backpack. “That’s how I understood it.” As she talked, she pulled a pair of handcuffs out of one of the pockets and cuffed the unconscious Destroyer to a table strut. “The last bearer didn’t have the clearest answers, either—all we know for sure is that it gives the bearer invulnerability until it’s passed on or used, and if you release it and don’t call it off within five minutes, the effects are permanent. Based on previous records, though, we probably won’t see any new powers for three or four generations.”
The woman stood and moved further into the conference room. “I’m just glad it also got rid of physical quirks,” she continued, hurrying to the other end of the table, “or this guy would need way more glue than I have on me.”
Diamond Drake lay where The Destroyer had left him, but he was greatly changed. His blue-diamond skin and scales and dragon horns had melded and transformed into normal, cocoa-brown human skin. Karen dropped to her knees and began busily setting out bandages and medical supplies. The Ghost hurried to help, and together, they shifted the injured man onto a clearer section of floor, both going carefully to minimize any further damage.
“Thank the Lord the change unmade all the acid,” Karen murmured, carefully wiping away blood with an alcohol-soaked cloth. Diamond Drake still had several serious wounds and chemical burns, but much of the damage seemed to have sloughed away with his powers. After a few tense minutes of work, she tucked an escaped lock of hair behind her ear and looked up. “Ghost, I think I’ve got this. Go check on the others and see if anyone else is alive, alright?”
He nodded and hurried off towards the nearest body. They knew it was foolish to hold out much hope, but both also had to believe there could be a few more like Diamond Drake or The Ghost: clinging to life and partially or fully stabilized by their transformation. Seeing The Ghost whole and standing had nearly taken Karen’s breath away, and every life they could salvage from this catastrophe would be another shining point of light in the darkness.
Please, Jesus, give us a few more stars.
As Karen began packing gauze into one of the more freely bleeding wounds, Diamond Drake groaned, his eyes flickering open. “Karen . . .?”
“Yep. Hold still, you’ve already lost a lot of blood,” the woman responded in a businesslike tone. “Probably more than a few breaks in there, too, but that’s for the professionals to deal with.”
He didn’t move, his ragged breathing and occasional groan the only sounds for a few minutes. She silently prayed there wasn’t too much internal bleeding.
When Diamond Drake spoke again, it was with quiet resignation. “You had to . . . do it, then.”
Karen nodded shortly, mouth tight. “The military was prepared to send a nuke if the villains came out on top here. And that still might not have stopped the League, but we both know the results would have been cataclysmic either way.” She gave him a quick smile. “Thanks for giving me General Grayson’s phone number, by the way—he should know by the mass exodus that the coast is clear.”
Drake let out a long, pained groan, a shudder passing through his body. Karen tensed. “Don’t you die on me, Drake Ocampo. I just unalterably changed the world, lost my sweet, sweet invulnerability, and will probably have a legion of angry ex-superhumans after me soon. I think I deserve some kind of reward.”
Drake let out a coughing laugh that ended in another groan. “I don’t know if . . . I’m that great . . . of a p-prize r-right now.”
“You’re my friend,” she said fiercely, her voice rough with held-back tears that had been fighting to emerge for hours and now sensed freedom was at hand. “Friends don’t get to decide whether they’re worth being saved.”
He fell quiet, watching her as she continued to work on him. But he didn’t protest further.
She was just finishing the last of what seemed within her power to stabilize the man when a shout drew their attention. The Ghost reentered the room, a person in blue fabric draped bridal-style in his arms. Behind him, a very short, stocky woman limped along, holding a broken arm gingerly and scowling at everything. Karen leapt up with an overjoyed cry and Drake breathed a little sigh of relief.
“Liquidity’s unconscious, but she seems to be in one piece,” The Ghost said, and Karen realized she had never seen the normally wraithlike man’s eyes before. They were green and narrow and pinched with strain and excitement. The thin woman who could once become one with water was breathing steadily in his arms. “Caterwaul’s crystal prison vanished with Gem Knight’s powers,” he continued, tilting his head at the second hero he’d found. “She has some broken bones but insisted she could walk.”
“I’m depowered, not an invalid,” Caterwaul growled, still managing to sound catlike despite losing access to her feral form. Even so, her olive skin looked waxy as she settled onto one of the few upright chairs around the council table.
“And All-Terrain is still breathing, but he looks really serious, so I didn’t think I should move him,” The Ghost continued, ignoring his perpetually grumpy teammate. “There were a few I couldn’t find.”
“Good work . . . Ghost,” Diamond Drake rasped from his prone position. “Good work . . . everyone. I know this . . . was a defeat, but . . . the United Protectors m-made a valiant . . . l-last stand . . .”
Karen, whose face was openly streaming with tears by this point, sniffed hard and pretended to kick him. “Quit monologuing, you blowhard. You’re officially retired.”
“Seriously, boss, if you die giving one of your infamous speeches, we’ll never live it down,” said The Ghost with a wry grin. He kicked away a few more pieces of debris and laid Liquidity gently on the ground next to Drake. “So, Karen, I trust you have a plan for getting us out of here, too?”
Karen nodded, and the others waited patiently while she scrubbed her face and collected herself. “Uh, yeah . . . I warned Careflight about what might go down. She may not be able to fly us out herself anymore, but the hospital’s medevac team can.”
As if on cue, the distant thumping of helicopter blades reached their ears. Everyone looked up through the shattered roof of the building, then back at Karen. Caterwaul gave an impressed nod.
“Always . . . m-making plans,” Diamond Drake managed to chuckle.
Karen gave a dry laugh, flopping onto her butt beside him. “Making plans is what I do. I just wish none of them had been necessary,” she added soberly.
“Me, too,” Caterwaul growled, and Karen tensed, bracing herself for the first recriminations of many. Then she looked up in surprise as the short superhero waved a dismissive hand and muttered, “But you did what needed to be done.”
Karen drew a breath and let it out slowly. “Thanks, Caterwaul.”
“It’s Reva.”
After a moment of stunned silence among the group, The Ghost barked a laugh at Caterwaul/Reva, then offered a hand to Karen. “Bob.”
She blinked at the hand, then shook it with a grin. Drake opened his mouth, but Karen shot him a glare. “I already know your secret identity, Drake, and I will tease you till the day I die for using your actual name in your moniker! Now lie still before I conk you myself!”
A few more chuckles were shared. Then they waited in mutual, exhausted silence, listening to the helicopters grow louder.
The wind was just beginning to pick up when Bob looked over at Karen again, a small grin playing across his features. “You know, Karen . . . you never did pick a moniker.”
Karen raised an eyebrow at him. “Bit late now, isn’t it?”
“But I just thought of a great one!” Bob insisted. “You even said it during your very nerdy monologue.” Before Karen could point out that said nerdy monologue had been mostly for his sorry benefit, he held a finger in the air and intoned dramatically, “Game Over.”
Karen scrunched her face, mouthing the name in silence. After a moment, she cracked a smile. “Okay, I admit it: That does sound cool.” But the smile dropped just as quickly, along with her gaze. She studied the end of her acid-burned shoe, rubbing her arms against a creeping chill. “And I get the logic. It does feel like we lost for good, doesn’t it?”
No one replied, though each of the survivors looked around again at the wreckage. Surrounded by the ruins of their headquarters, the bodies of friends and allies, and the loss of something special and powerful that had set them apart and allowed them to do so much good . . . it was hard not to feel defeated.
A frown flickered across Karen’s face. Then she slowly climbed to her feet, looking up at the clear, blue sky. “But . . . it’s not over. Not really. We’re still alive. The world’s in one piece. We’re just working with the same rules as everyone else now.” She turned to face Bob and Reva, fists clenched with fresh determination. “There’s still so much we can do in this game called life. We’ll just . . . need to learn new ways to play.”
Bob nodded thoughtfully, and Reva gave a begrudging grunt. The medevac helicopters were directly over the entrance now, rope ladders unrolling into view. Liquidity’s head shifted.
“I’ve got . . . an idea, then,” Drake mumbled from the floor as the sounds of running feet entered the building. “For your m-moniker.” He had to pause for breath, but he finished with a smile. “How about . . . Restart?”
Karen smiled back, the warmth of the sun on her shoulders chasing the cold away.
“I like it.”
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The villains finally managed to defeat the league of heroes. But unbeknownst to them the league did not exist, primarily, to fight them, but to keep an even bigger threat in check: you. And you are about to demonstrate to the villains what happens when there is no one around to stop you.
#writing prompts#superheroes#supervillains#river writes#karen#diamond drake#the ghost#caterwaul#the destroyer#man I've been waiting FOREVER to share this#I submitted it to a few ezines first but sadly didn't find a home for it#so I decided if the last one didn't work out I'd just share it on here#feels right#=)#Thanks for reading!#also the main character is named in honor of my multiple friends named the same#who do NOT deserve to have their perfectly nice name associated with a mean insult
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