#i'm just as surprised

[vrmxlho]

SEASON OF LOVE - PRECOGNITION

pairing: geto x gn! reader

day 8 ← masterlist → day 10

the night was still and quiet, with only the soft rustle of leaves outside the window and the muted glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. you lay in bed, feeling the warmth of the sheets against you skin and the softness of the pillows beneath your head.

you weren't sure what type of tea that lady from before had sold you and you also weren't sure how you had suddenly become brave enough to try it. but here you were. for weeks, you had been plagued with sleepless nights. your mind a constant whirlwind of thoughts and worries. yet, you were suddenly calm now.

you could feel yourself slipping into a dreamlike state. it was like someone had pulled your thoughts out of your mind, freeing you of the cluttered emotions and inner monologue, your head was finally silent and completely empty.

you didn't know where you were but the place felt familiar. like a childhood memory that you were just about to let go of.

the sun was high up in the sky, casting its warm and vibrant rays through the enormous bay windows. but despite its brilliance, a different kind of beauty lingered in the air. as you gazed up at the expanse of blue beyond the frames, there, amidst the bright and cloudless heavens, were the stars.

yes, the stars, shining bright and clear despite the blinding sunlight. they seemed to dance and twinkle, as if in celebration of this unexpected moment of visibility.

it was as though the universe had conspired to grant you a glimpse of its secret treasures, hidden away in plain sight. it was as though you were privy to a secret knowledge, a whispered truth that only a select few were privy to. it was a gift from up above. you continued gazing at the tapestry of light so in awe you barely noticed the dark man that stood behind you, gazing at you.

"beautiful aren't they, y/n?" the man said. you felt your soul leave your body as your deep focus was ripped away from the supernatural outdoors to the man looming behind you.

suddenly you weren't standing in a room with bay windows and a golden light anymore. as soon as your bright eyes met his blacked out face you were both transported to a vast, open, field with swaying grass and silver trees glowing in the harsh moonlight.

"where are we?" you weren't expecting a sensical answer yet you asked anyway.

he said something you couldn't really hear. maybe it was the language of the dream. maybe you were just delirious. all you really knew was that you were attracted to this man. god knows who he is, or what he even looks like. the aura around him was like a halo, burning brightly.

he reached out a hand and took yours, pulling you towards him. his soft touch took you to dawn. the sun was creeping up the horizon as the harsh moon was defeated once again. the stars were still casting beams like sunlight through forest leaves. you felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you close.

and then you were kissing, your lips meeting in a passionate embrace. and you felt yourself melting into his arms, losing yourself in the moment. the beams kept gushing out of the sky like spotlights exposing the surroundings. when you pulled away you finally saw his face. it was beautiful. it wasnt something exactly describable. his eyes felt rough yet soft. his hair shone like it had silver threaded through it. and his smile. oh darlings his smile. could cure an illness. truly. his wet and stung lips pulled up by imaginary strings, creases under his cheeks, above his jaw. you wished to bathe in it.

"who are you?"

"i'm ███████"

"i'm sorry i didn't quite catch that..."

"███████"

"could you say that once m–"

"i'll tell you tommorrow." his arms now left the embrace and he took a step back, maybe out of guilt, maybe to admire you.

"tommorrow? what do you mean tommorrow? are you conscious?"

"are you?"

"i'm not supposed to be... it's a dream..."

"are you sure it's a dream?"

"what else could it be?"

"we've never met before. yet you dreamt me of. that's not supposed to happen is it?"

"you must just be a version of all the people i've met before. is that so strange?"

"i'll see you tommorrow."

with that the sun collapsed into the horizon and everything was dark. the man was gone too. it wasn't dark like the colour black. it was dark like you had suddenly gone blind. like nothing existed and nothing will. as if your eyes had never learnt to look and you brain had never processed earthly images before.

tommorrow. tommorrow? will it really come? would you really see him again? would he be in your dreams again?

waking up felt like a betrayal really. you wished for the night to come again. you wanted to see him, again. it didn't matter if you were mildly isolated in the real world, as long as he was there in the dream world.

most of the day was a blur. you went on with your quotidian tasks but it exhausted you more than it should have. the throngs of people hurrying, the honking of cars and the caophony of the city all blended together as you drifted through the crowds of the city. your mind was elsewhere; back with the man you missed.

everything reminded you of him. even the smallest more meaningless details took you back in time. the tall panes of glass on emerging buildings that reflected all that they saw reminded you of his glistening eyes. the falling feathers of crows reminded you of his velvety hair. it was so stupid to be infatuated with a man who wasn't real. but somehow you felt the red string of fate pull you to him every time he crossed your mind. which was often. all the time really.

you trudged through the streets you cared little of, wishing to sit in your sweet bed and be with the one you wanted, once again.

but something suddenly caught your eye. it was in middle of all the greyness surrounding you. there stood a framed window into your dream. it stood on a easel in middle of a desolate park where nature had reclaimed its land; vines and vegetation stretched onto the pavement and around benches.

the window looked right into the room with the bay windows where the sun shown alongside the stars. it was emitting light as if it wanted you to touch it and pass back into the world you so yearned to be in. and you complied. how could you not? it was begging you, daring you even.

"paint's not dry yet, y/n." said the same voice you had heard last night; the one you kept hearing all day; every breath, every hour, every moment.

"who are you?"

"getou."

"have we met before?" of course you have, you were waiting to meet him again. the image of his perfect face was burnt into your mind, tattooed onto your eyelids, imprinted on your soul.

"you know very well we've never met before..." he smirked. you couldn't tell why. this was no smirking matter, you were being very serious. and you could feel your knees buckling more every moment you spent not in his arms.

"i swore we had."

"that was in a dream."

"can dreams not come true?" completely unintentially, or perhaps with just the right amount of intention, you stepped closer to him to comfort your knees.

"i suppose they can."

he pushed your chin up with his finger and kissed you just as he had the night before.

the kiss was like a breeze in the middle of summer, soft and gentle yet refreshing. a moment frozen in time, as if the world had stopped spinning and all that existed was the two of you, lips locked in a tender welcome.

your mouths fit perfectly together, like pieces of a puzzle finally finding their match. the taste of his lips was intoxicating, something undescribable, almost like god's ambrosia. the heavens around soon crackled with electricity, as if the universe was rejoicing in your reunion. your two hearts were in sync, as if they were one.

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[vaxxman]

"Do you miss the time when you used to do no harm?"

Old habits.

Merc behaviour is based on a nice little comment @up-in-flames-writing left on one of my comics :)

Rambling and more silly drawings below.

Loosely based on the Solemn Vow's public blurb:

Art lovers will cherish the bust of Hippocrates, commemorating a time when the Medic still thought doing no harm was a good idea.

I am absolutely convinced that Medic carries dextrose drops with him. German pharmacies throw these after you when you buy anything at all. I went to check if this one specific brand I know of had been around since the 60s and 70s and yes, it was.

Small acts of kindness I can see Medic doing is giving everyone one of these if they are tired. I'm talking about Engineer mostly.

Or they snack on them when solving practical problems together, like during the teleporter bread tumor incident.

[druid-for-hire]

[images ID: three images of a comic titled "one must imagine sisyphus happy" by druid-for-hire. it is a visual narrative beginning with someone with wrist pain (depicted by bright orange nerves) working at a drafting table. the reader is shown the same wrist as the person uses it for many everyday tasks such as carrying a grocery basket, pushing elevator buttons, typing, and doing dishes, until the pain dissolves all the panels into chaos. the person then performs several physical therapy exercises until the pain subsides. they sit back down at a desk with their laptop, sigh, and begin typing. a small spark of pain reappears. end id]

a fun little piece i made during the semester and submitted into our school comic anthology! (which you can buy at the Static Fish table at MoCCAFest in NYC ;] ). it's about artists and injury

[foone]

When I first signed up for electrolysis, the clinic owner told me her whole staff is trans. Cool. I assumed that meant trans femmes, since we're the ones who usually need the facial hair removal, so it only makes sense that some of us will go into the business.

Nope! My electrolysis tech is a trans man with a full beard. Huh.

[s7ven-art]

YOU ARE THE ANGEL THAT I COULDN'T KILL

[egophiliac]

So I was doing some math, and I THINK Skully is almost as tall as Malleus without his horns

I think the main reference to his height is Epel being surprised they're the same age because he's taller than Sebek, yes? which I find interesting, considering Jade and Malleus -- two of the tallest guys in the main cast -- are also there. and, since I've never been one to not think waaaay too much about the absolute stupidest minutiae about fictional characters, I see two possibilities:

one is that Epel is extremely good at eyeballing heights (I actually do feel like he could be? like. I'd believe he can estimate someone's height fairly accurately by calculating based on the life stages of an apple tree, or how many apples tall they are, or something else apple-related like that.) and Scully does, perhaps, fall into that narrow margin between Sebek and Jade in height.

OR two, out of the three certified Tall Guys there, Sebek is Epel's main frame of reference because he's the only one he's had any real interaction with for, let's be fair, pretty obvious reasons.

SO in conclusion, we still have no concrete answers and will probably have to wait until next year when we get his card profile, alas alas. 😔

[idliketobeatree]

i'm living the dream, in the dream, i'm buried alive two bed grave, one bath, car in the drive mirrored covered windows block the light feeding back reflection distorts life cut connection — jesca hoop

[yasmeensh]

The comforts of palace life are still within reach for Zelda with the Tri-rod ✨

[haunted-desert]

LINKIN PARK: Numb Live in Texas (2003)

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[inspisart]

dick took the news that a strange thirteen year old broke into his apartment while he was away at the circus pretty well, I gotta say

[corey-wh0re]

I've seen the devil...stalking me. I can feel his power. Mia Goth as Maxine Minx in MaXXXine (2024) | written & directed by Ti West

[bbygirl-aemond]

it makes me so insane that rhaenyra is doing to jace exactly what viserys did to her. while obviously rhaenyra cannot acknowledge her children's parentage publicly, this episode makes it clear that she has refused to acknowledge it to said children, even in private, ever. even though said children have been forced to live through stares and bullying and derision their entire lives because of it. and she continues to do things that undermine jace's claim, such that he is set up to face a potential civil war of his own when he tries to ascend to the throne. she is content to leave the consequences of her actions in having bastards for jace to deal with once she is dead, just as viserys was content to leave the consequences of his actions in making rhaenyra heir for rhaenyra to deal with once he was dead.

[simplenefelibata]

as much as i love sam knowing about destiel before dean does, there's something about "i mean yeah my brother and his angel best friend are really weird about each other, live together, co-parent a kid, nearly kill themselves every time the other is gone, stand too close and stare at the other's mouth while they talk, but i mean to each their own i guess??" that's so special to me

[jamdoughnutmagician]

I can't stop thinking about giving Steve a languid, and tortuously slow hand-job. His t-shirt is rucked up enough to show off his soft hairy tummy, and his boxers are pulled down just enough to free his heavy cock from where it was eagerly tenting underneath the material. It's quiet, and neither of you are in any hurry. His pink tip is streaming with pre-cum to slick your fist as you stroke him. You're leaning into him, your lips pressing a hot trail of kisses into his neck whilst he lets out soft little whimpers of pleasure. His freckled skin is flushed with a scarlet pink sheen as he desperately begs for his release. When you finally take pity on him enough to stop your teasing, his stomach muscles tense and he's spilling rope after rope over the knuckles of your fist.