#i have superpowers lmao

[telesodalite]

Been thinking about idw1's outliers lately, and how sort of wild the whole concept is from a worldbuilding standpoint, and it struck me that most confirmed outlier abilities tend to be really useful, or flashy, or powerfully dangerous, and few to none tend to be like, really boring, or totally impractical, or even entirely useless? Which, doesn't really make sense when considering the fact that outlier abilities are seemingly random.

Surely not everyone who's born an outlier gets something useful?

And I don't mean like, "good" useful, but any sort of useful, even if that means you can kill people with your voice, or give a power boost by exploding yourself, those are still "useful".

But surely there had to be some with abilities that were totally impractical, or nonbeneficial, or at the very least just insignificant or purely aesthetic and pointless?

[mightbeautistic]

i think the best example of my adhd sister versus my autistic self is when she was first given free reign to paint her bedroom, her four walls were hot pink, lime green, neon yellow and grape purple. when our mom asked me what I wanted i said "uh i don't know can you pick me out a warm-toned off-white? a light grey would be fine too"

[keeps-ache]

awkward way to have a convo but okay

[plain inks below cut]

[uncanny-tranny]

I decided to go through my old warm-up notebooks from my honours english class and in one of the warm-up prompts, I said I wanted my superpower to be "controlling the effects of [my] puberty," and I'm glad to say that I've gotten that superpower. It took a very long time, but that's a superpower I can check off my list

[timetravelstudies]

This is such a beautiful sentence though and a great compliment

[sweet-star-sketches]

Doodle from December 29th, 2023

Had the experience of playing Forgotten Land with a 6 year old who wanted to fight the bosses and ONLY the bosses

And while I don't think it's a bad idea to let kids pick which character they want to play as in general, Kirby not only takes more damage comparatively but also resets the entire run if he dies so

let's just say I uh

took one for the team on this one lol

[brionysea]

art is dead, bo burnham

[pushing500]

Baz is playing a dangerous game, picking on my favourite colonist. Going to fall to Wookshy's level at this rate. He's lucky Irwin is too mature to start a social fight over this, because I don't favour Baz and his Generic Spear's odds in a match against Irwin and his Super Cool Persona Zeushammer, Xanxalbur.

Also bold to pick on the guy whose hairstyle is closest to looking like your boyfriend's hair. I guess Zonovo is used to being bullied, though, so maybe it wouldn't bother him. Poor kid.

In brighter news, body modder Fafo is having the greatest day of her life ever, so that's nice.

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[neve-gallus-girl-detective]

jemily superpowers au for the au game pls!!

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Omg!

1. JJ has powers based on healing. She's helpful and kind and kind of annoyed that she isn't built to fight and is always left behind

2. Emily's powers are chaotic and volatile. She can teleport, but it's a little painful. Her strongest power is causing people pain from a distance and sometimes she loses focus for a second and kills them. She'd rather not be in the field when she can't control herself.

3. The first time Emily and JJ hold hands, they realize how unwell they've felt until now. JJ always feels like she's bursting with restlessness and the need to be useful and helpful and DO SOMETHING. Emily always feels empty and hollow, like a black hollow sucking light from the room. When they hold hands, the pressure leaves JJ and Emily feels whole.

4. Emily eventually learns that she can take away pain instead of giving it. She also realizes that JJ is helping her be more comfortable with herself, and that's making her more comfortable with her powers. She becomes less volatile.

5. JJ eventually learns that she can make wounds as much as heal them. She becomes a battle healer, fighting alongside her friends and healing them on the fly when they need it instead of waiting until they come back to her.

Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story

[lovevalley45]

#fictober24 day one

"That was good work"

original fiction (power payback)

word count: 1405

tw: slight body horror

Chester Holt was so screwed. 

It was a cliche to have a crush on your coworker. He knew that, yet Fernando was just… perfect. 

Maybe that was extreme. No one was perfect. Yet, he was near perfect. He was handsome, clever, funny, and so nice. 

Chester should have known better than to catch feelings. Especially after his incident in high school. 

Seeing Fernando was the only reason he didn’t outright hate their weekly team building meetings. Often, the two of them would make snide comments about their boss Jerry. He loved trying to get a glimpse of his slightly crooked smile. 

But today, he’d been in charge of running their icebreaker. That always felt disastrous. He would get too nervous, or people wouldn’t be engaged. For once, it went well for him. 

As Jerry stepped up to give some vague, inspirational speech, Fernando leaned in. This close, Chester could feel his body heat, warm against the scant inch of his neck exposed by his turtleneck. 

“That was good work. You made me not want to pull my hair out,” he said softly. His breath smelled like fresh mint. 

He could scarcely breathe as he replied, “Thanks.” He was aware that his cheeks had heated up and hoped his blush wasn’t too obvious. 

That certainly made it hard to focus on Jerry’s stupid speech. Seriously, they sold dentistry equipment. They weren’t saving the world. 

Chester was feeling uncharacteristically brave as the meeting finally concluded. Before Fernando could go back to his cube, he caught his shoulder in what he hoped was a casual manner. 

“Hey. You got any plans tonight?” 

“Oh, yeah. My girlfriend wants to check out that new steakhouse that just opened at the Silver Spade, so we’re having dinner there tonight,” Fernando said. 

The tight feeling he got in his chest around him seemed to squeeze the air out of his lungs into a single word answer. “Oh.” He coughed, trying to ease the pain. And maybe make this whole thing much less awkward. “That sounds fun. I’ve heard good things about that place… Ace of Steaks?” 

“Yeah. It’s real classy. Even though I think Neon Avenue is tacky.” He chuckled. “The things you do for love.” 

“Totally.” Chester forced a smile. “Well. Have a good time. I’ll see you around.” 

He ducked out of the conference room before Fernando could respond. At first, he was just going to go back to his cube, but thought better and headed to the bathroom instead. 

He was a grown man. He was not going to cry over getting his feelings hurt. Except his eyes did feel kinda moist. 

God, he was such an idiot. Of course Fernando didn’t have feelings for him. Of course he was straight. Of course he had a girlfriend. 

Chester started running the faucet to splash water on his face. But it felt like there was something stuck in his throat. 

He cleared his throat, trying to get it out. No dice. Then he dipped his hand under the water and brought it to his throat, trying to suck it down. 

As whatever was in his throat sent him into a coughing fit, he leaned against the counter. God, that hurt his chest. Maybe he was coming down with something. He had felt the onset of… something. A bad chest cold, perhaps. 

Sickness always hit him hard. After the surgery, they’d told him that expected. His lungs had taken a toll from his burnout. If it got bad, he’d just stop by Urgent Care.

Maybe it was good Fernando had turned him down. 

Chester went back to his desk, putting his headset back on. He just had to make it through today. 

The rest of the day was slow. He kept his water bottle full and tried to keep his throat hydrated so he didn’t sound too terrible on his calls. It didn’t help much, but it was the thought that counted. 

By the time he could clock out, he was thankful. His turtleneck didn’t help the pain in his throat, almost like it was choking him. All he wanted to do was retreat back home.

The universe had other plans. 

Fernando leaned into his cube just as he was gathering his stuff. “Hey there.” 

“Yo.” His voice was still scratchy, which was uber embarrassing. He shouldn’t have cared. But seeing Fernando sent his heart fluttering again. Or maybe that was just infection setting in. 

“Woah. You good?” His eyebrows knit together in concern. 

“Yeah. I think I’m just coming down with something.” Chester coughed. “I’ll probably be fine after some sleep and a little chicken noodle soup. The great medicine of Chef Campbell.” 

Fernando grinned. “Campbell’s is no miracle cure. Now my abuela’s soup, that’s a surefire thing. The spice will kill that infection better than any antibiotic. I’ll bring some by.” 

“Oh, tha-” Suddenly, his throat seized. Chester could barely breathe as he hacked, hiding his face in the elbow of his sweater. “Thanks,” he continued weakly. 

“Yeah, you really need some rest,” Fernando said. “Are you gonna be okay to get home?” 

“I’m good. Promise.” He smiled up at him. 

“Alright.” He started to pull away. “Call me if you need anything. You know, other than soup. Because you’re definitely getting soup.” 

“Will do.”

Despite the fact he felt like shit, Chester had a grin on his face the whole drive home. Sure, every step up to his apartment seemed to make his chest seize. Sure, he was struggling to take in a breath as he unlocked the door. But he could sleep that off. 

The moment he was inside, he pulled off his turtleneck. Bright City never got cold enough to require such warm clothes, especially when the spring weather was finally starting to defrost. But scarves made him look douche-y. 

He knew it was unlikely that Fernando would stop by that night, but he still wanted to look as put together as he could. Chester snagged a clean-ish t-shirt and ducked into the bathroom. 

In the mirror, he checked his hair. It wasn’t too bad; taking off the turtleneck had rumpled it in a sorta sexy way. But his eyes dropped to his neck. 

The loose collar revealed the top of the long scar that stretched from his Adam’s apple down his chest. There was no way to hide it in this. He sighed. 

His fingers traced over the sensitive skin. That surgery had been necessary to save his life. It had also removed the last vestiges of his Talent. God, he didn’t need Fernando knowing. No one at work knew that he’d ever been a Talent, nor that he’d suffered a burnout. 

If he was lucky, they never would. 

He pressed too hard into his throat and coughed once, before it set him off again. Chester wheezed, and started hacking again. It hurt like hell, like his throat was being torn up from the inside. 

As he tried to catch his breath again, he tasted the metallic twinge of blood in his mouth. He spit into the sink, then wiped his mouth. 

Maybe Fernando’s abuela’s soup couldn’t fix this one. Especially not when he spotted a touch of unusual color among the red drops in the sink. 

Chester picked up the petal from the sink. It was slender, purple - geranium. The edges were starting to wilt. 

"No," he breathed out. "No, no." 

This wasn't a chest cold. This was something else. 

He'd been seventeen, priming to ask his crush to prom. He had put together a grand, floral display. 

For the week beforehand, as he waited for his moment, the flowers had stayed vibrant in his room. He'd felt sicker and sicker until the day came. But she had turned him down. 

By the time he got home from school, he could barely breathe. The flowers that had been germinating in his lungs were dying - and trying to take him with him. 

Chester didn't understand. Dr. Merlo had said that the chances his botanokinesis was still active was low - only five percent. Every attempt he'd made to keep a houseplant alive for the past few years had ended in disappointment. With his Talent, he could have halted their growth. Or at least, he could have tried. She had also warned him that they couldn't remove all the plants, that it would have been too risky. 

How long had that chest cold been coming on, again?

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

just came out of my therapy appointment having given my therapist detailed new ideas for strategies to try with her other clients

happy to help?!

[nyhti]

Awww, that’s so cute <33 Bruce teaching him martial arts.

Action Comics #318

[creamyduckie]

in a world of superheros/villains with superpowers, and if you had a power you'd be forced to be in the hero program (or if you hid it and acted "normal"/became a villain you wouldn't be in it)

a baker with time reversal powers uses them to hide away from people suspecting them and to win baking competitions by seeing which fruits would taste better in their cakes, or to gather information from asking the judges what their favourites are and going back in time so that way they wouldnt find out they cheated

a very famous judge from somewhere on the planet: "wow! all of these fruits taste awesome! how did you find out which fruit would be the sweetest?"

baker, who has done this for years: "well, i guess it was just luck! they don't call me the baker who has the best fruit if they don't /have/ the best fruit!"

[komaedamizuki]

revisiting some self-insert stuff and boy howdy miyako is getting weird

[hii-raeth]

I read the newest post-timeskip Boruto chapters and I can only conclude Sakura and Kakashi have gotten lost on vacation somewhere or are both comatose because why else wouldn't they try to help Naruto and Sasuke

[skunkes]

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