#omni attack help

[twstgameplay]

[JP] Current Tests

Oct 16 00:00 JST ~ Oct 31 23:59

FLORA DEFENSE: 100000 HP

Uniform Leona: Leona and Vil

Leona has ATK UP (self/1T) x2

Leona has DMG UP (self/3T) x2

Vil has Curse (both foes/3T) x2

Vil has DMG UP (self/1T) x2

Recommended Cards

SSR: Dorm Cater, Platinum Deuce, Tamashina Leona, Beans Floyd, Nightmare Jamil, Union Vil, Dorm Epel, Dorm Idia, Cerberus Ortho, Masquerade Malleus, Stitch Lilia, Halloween Silver, Nightmare Sebek

SR: Lab Azul, Chef Azul, Lab Kalim, Lab Jamil, Chef Rook

R: PE Floyd, PE Malleus

OMNI ATTACK: 208500 HP

Uniform Idia: Idia (Water), Cater (Fire), Kalim (Flora), Rook (Cosmic)

Idia has DMG DOWN (single foe/1T)

Idia has SHIELD (self/1T)

Cater has Heal (4,586 HP)

Kalim has ATK UP (self/1T)

Kalim has DMG UP (self/3T)

Rook has ATK UP (self/1T)

Rook has DMG UP (self/3T)

Recommended Cards

SSR: Dorm Riddle, Dorm Leona, Dorm Jack, Camp Ruggie, Dorm Azul, Dorm Rook, General Lilia, Knight Sebek, Rollo, Crewel

SR: Use SRs that would DUO with your strongest SSRs

REMEMBER

For Basic Tests: The list of recommended cards will work better if you keep in mind their DUO potential with SSR cards.

For Defense Tests: Always consider Healers for your team. It is always better to heal on 1st magic of Turn 3 or 5. If you use Continuous Heal, heal on Turn 1 or 2 but watch out for Curse.

For Attack Tests: Firepower!! DUOs are good, but depending on your cards, it may be more beneficial to use cards with buffs than weaker DUOs.

[solelifauna]

Definitely NOT Invincible (Yandere Invincible & Reader)

(Y/n) Grayson, daughter of one of the greatest heroes, learns just how NOT invincible she is. Thrown back in time after her death, she must warn the Guardians of the Globe of the oncoming slaughter while she also battles her own monsters (both figuratively and literally). However, her father and brother begin to gain interest in her strange behavior, something (y/n) could rather do without.

(Y/n) Grayson,  the youngest member of the Grayson family, born to Nolan and Debbie Grayson, with your older brother, Mark, only three years your senior. Life growing up was idyllic in many ways—you had a loving father, mother, and brother who, at least for the first few years of your life, seemed completely normal. But you always knew something was different about your family, especially about your father and brother.

From an early age, you noticed how often your father would leave at odd hours, saying he was "called into work." When Mark turned 10, he and your dad started spending more time together, and they began excluding you from their bonding sessions. You were curious, but it wasn’t until your parents finally sat you down that you learned the truth: your father was Omni-Man, a powerful alien sent to protect Earth, and your brother had just started developing powers like his.

Excited by the revelation, you had a flood of questions—what it felt like to fly, whether you'd get powers, and what space was like. Though your father answered your questions kindly, the growing divide between you and your family was undeniable. Mark, once your geeky, lovable older brother, started to change. By the time you were 12 and he was 15, that change became frightening.

As Mark's powers grew stronger, so did his sense of superiority. He began referring to others as "humans" in a dismissive tone, something that deeply unsettled you. He no longer saw himself as part of the same species, despite being half-human. While he still had moments of warmth and humor with your family, outside of the home, Mark was becoming someone else—cold, calculating, and even cruel.

He rose in popularity at school thanks to his new powers, good looks, and charisma. He became the star athlete, using his power to brutalize opponents on the field, often injuring them far beyond what was acceptable, and then charming others to get out of trouble. One day, he came home covered in blood after beating a kid so badly that the other boy was left mangled and broken. Mark’s behavior was alarming, but what terrified you most was that your father approved of it. Omni-Man encouraged Mark’s aggressive dominance, much to your mother’s distress and your growing fear.

While Mark and your father’s relationship grew stronger, you felt more and more left out. Your own 10th birthday had passed, and your powers had yet to manifest. Nolan began spending less time with you, focusing on Mark's training, leaving you chasing the bond you once had with him. Debbie tried to bridge the gap, but you couldn’t help feeling the loss of both your father’s and brother’s attention.

The real turning point came when you were 12. One day after school, you were hanging out with your friends Hallie, Connor, and Weston in the reclusive meadow near your school. It was a peaceful, secluded spot until you were suddenly attacked by a strange creature—something none of you had ever seen before. It was monstrous, something straight out of the Dungeons & Dragons games you played. You barely managed to kill it, naming it a "Demogorgon" after the game. The four of you hid the body, terrified and confused.

You didn’t know what to tell your parents, but the scratches and bruises covering you were impossible to hide. Your father didn’t have time to deal with what seemed like childish nonsense, and the local law enforcement was baffled by the sudden attacks happening in your area. The creature you killed wasn’t a one-time event; strange attacks began occurring more frequently, leaving the community on edge. Still, your father was too occupied with his work for the government, and Mark was too wrapped up in his own world to help.

As time passed, it became painfully clear that your father was growing distant. You idolized him, but without powers of your own, it seemed like you were losing him. Mark, meanwhile, reveled in his strength, and with your father’s approval, his behavior became more dangerous and reckless. He started using his powers in more violent ways, and the line between heroism and cruelty began to blur for him. You watched your once-loving family dynamic twist into something darker.

Despite this, you chased after them both, desperate to stay close to the people you loved. You begged to join their training sessions, hoping that maybe your powers would eventually show. Yet, with each passing day, you felt the weight of their growing alienation. Mark was becoming someone you barely recognized—a far cry from the nerdy older brother who used to sneak you extra cookies at night and argue about comic book trivia.

Now, you and your friends are facing a looming threat from these mysterious creatures. The attacks are increasing, and no one seems able to stop them—not your father, not Mark, and not the authorities. As the danger mounts, you realize that you and your friends are the only ones who know the truth about the creatures. You’ll have to rely on each other to survive and solve the mystery behind these attacks.

Now at 15, your life had already turned into a living nightmare, but that year? That year, everything truly fell apart. You’d made it to high school, but the past three years had felt like an eternity. Your father was still physically there, but the emotional distance between you two had grown insurmountable. When he did spend time with you, it felt more like an obligation than a genuine connection. You weren’t stupid—you could see it in his eyes. He’d written you off the moment it became clear you didn’t have powers. To him, you were just another weak human, barely worth his time.

Mark wasn’t much better. He oscillated between two extremes: sometimes he was distant, barely acknowledging your existence at home or school. Other times, you’d catch glimpses of your old brother, the one who’d stay up late with you, watching cheesy movies and tucking you in when you fell asleep. Those rare moments of warmth became your lifeline. You clung to them desperately, as if each one could push back the growing darkness in your family.

But then there was the other thing—the real problem. The Demogorgon situation. What had started as a single encounter had become a full-on invasion. No one else seemed capable of dealing with it. Not your dad, not Mark, not the heroes the world adored. So you and your friends had decided to do it yourselves.

At first, it seemed impossible to hide the cuts, bruises, and sprains from fighting the monsters. But with your mom working full time and your father and brother too wrapped up in their own twisted lives to care, no one really noticed. You didn’t blame your mom—she was drowning in her own problems, trying to keep the family together despite everything.

You were fortunate enough to meet Haymitch—a rugged, grizzled man who’d been hunting the creatures for longer than you could imagine. He tried to tell you to back off, to leave it to the adults. But of course, you didn’t listen. You and your friends had been through too much, seen too much. In your stubborn teenage way, you refused to step aside, leaving him no choice but to train you. Over time, he became something of a mentor and a father figure, filling the void that your real father had left behind.

But that year? That year, the world came crashing down.

It started with the Guardians of the Globe. They were the strongest superhero team on the planet, and they were slaughtered—every last one of them. Except for your father. At first, the news rocked the world. Omni-Man was hailed as the tragic survivor, the hero who narrowly escaped death. But you knew better. Something felt wrong about the whole thing. Your gut told you there was more to the story, but you couldn’t imagine the scope of the horror that was to come.

Soon after, the truth emerged.

Your father didn’t come to Earth to protect it—he came to conquer it. And Mark, your once-nerdy, sometimes-kind brother, had fallen right in line with him. Together, they unleashed chaos on the planet. They pillaged cities, tearing through anyone who stood in their way. Mark, now going by the name Invincible, seemed to take after your father in the worst possible ways. The sweet boy who used to protect you from bullies was now a monster, crushing anyone—heroes, civilians, soldiers—who dared oppose him.

The world was plunged into ruin.

You and your friends ran, barely escaping the destruction. You thought maybe your father would have taken you, but no. You weren’t a Viltrumite. You weren’t powerful. You were just… nothing to him. Weak. Disposable. He had already whisked your mom away to a “safe location”—where, you didn’t know—but you were left behind. Haymitch stayed with you, leading your ragtag group as you all tried to survive in a world turned upside down.

You’d never felt so betrayed, so alone.

But even in the wreckage of your life, there was a flicker of hope. You had your friends, and you had Haymitch. And most importantly, you had a burning desire to stop your father and brother. Even if you didn’t have their powers, even if you didn’t have Viltrumite strength, you had something they didn’t—humanity.

And you were going to fight back.

Months passed, and the world’s governments were in tatters. Omni-Man and Invincible’s conquest was nearly complete. Entire cities lay in ruins, and any resistance from the human military or remaining superheroes was swiftly crushed. Yet, even amid the chaos, pockets of resistance formed. Small groups of survivors, including former heroes, started to organize, desperate to reclaim their planet.

You and your friends became part of that underground movement, thanks to Haymitch’s connections. He was no stranger to fighting overwhelming odds, and with his help, you quickly became proficient in guerrilla tactics. You might not have powers, but you had your wits, and you knew how to strike fast and hard, using the terrain and the enemy’s overconfidence against them.

Every day was a struggle, a fight for survival. You missed your mom, wondering if she was safe or if she even knew what was happening. As for your father… well, you weren’t sure what you felt anymore. Love? Hatred? Betrayal? It was all tangled up in a knot too painful to untangle.

And Mark. God, what had happened to him? Was he too far gone, or was there still a part of him that remembered what it meant to be human? The Mark you once knew wouldn’t have done this. But now, the lines were blurred. You didn’t know if he could be saved, or if he was beyond redemption.

The day started out like any other grim scavenging run. You, Hallie, Connor, Weston, and Haymitch had been searching for rations—anything to keep your group alive. The world had become a brutal place, where food and supplies were scarce, and desperation drove people to violence. It was only a matter of time before you crossed paths with another group, and when you did, tension rose immediately.

The air was thick with the potential for bloodshed. Hands hovered near weapons, and the slightest wrong move could trigger a firefight. But as the seconds ticked by, you realized that these weren’t just scavengers—they were survivors, just like you. What’s more, they were part of something bigger. The remnants of humanity’s greatest defenders had gathered in secret, forming a larger resistance led by the surviving heroes who had managed to evade the massacre Omni-Man and Invincible left in their wake.

After a tense exchange, they extended an offer: come with them. They said kids shouldn’t be out here, fighting for their lives like this. It took your group time to weigh the options, but the decision was unanimous—you’d all go. You’d join the resistance and help however you could.

Those weeks spent with the resistance were the best you’d had since the world fell apart. There was food, shelter, and—most importantly—hope. You trained alongside the heroes, working with them to organize missions, raid supply caches, and defend what little remained of civilization. For a while, you dared to believe that maybe, just maybe, you’d have a chance to fight back against the Viltrumite tyrants.

But in the back of your mind, you dreaded the inevitable. Every night, the fear gnawed at you—Omni-Man and Invincible would find this place. They always did. And when they did, there would be no mercy. No escape.

That day came sooner than you expected.

You were talking with another resistance member when the alarms blared. Panic rippled through the compound as the distant sound of gunfire echoed closer and closer. Then, the ground shook beneath your feet as the roof was torn open with monstrous strength. Invincible descended into the fray, a twisted grin plastered on his blood-splattered face. Omni-Man followed, cold and detached as ever, watching the carnage unfold like it was just another day.

The heroes fought valiantly, but one by one, they fell. Invincible tore through them with savage glee, while Omni-Man dealt crushing blows with deadly precision. It was a massacre.

You were frozen in place, too terrified to move, when you heard a booming voice cut through the chaos—your father’s voice. "To the rest of you," he called out over the battle, "you will die today. There’s no point in fighting." His words sent a chill through your bones.

Everything happened so fast. You tried to run, but before you could escape, a powerful hand grabbed the back of your shirt and lifted you effortlessly into the air. The breath was knocked out of your lungs as you were spun around to face the monster holding you.

It was your father. Omni-Man.

Your mind reeled as you looked at his face, stained with blood—an expression of cold indifference as he gazed down at you. You wanted to scream, to beg, to ask him why, but the words wouldn’t come. All you could do was stare at the man who once cradled you in his arms, who used to play tea party with you, who had been your hero.

But now? Now, he barely recognized you as his daughter.

You struggled, kicking and thrashing, but it was useless. His grip was iron. His gaze pierced through you like you were nothing. Then he spoke, his voice calm and emotionless.

"It really is a shame you turned out like this. So weak."

The words hit you harder than any physical blow could. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked into his face, searching for any sign of the man you once loved. But there was nothing.

He tilted his head slightly, almost as if considering his next move. Then, his large hand enveloped your head, cradling it—just like he used to when you were little—before he squeezed.

The pain was blinding. It was as if your skull had exploded under the pressure. You couldn’t scream, couldn’t think. Everything went dark.

You were dead.

Your father killed you.

You didn’t even get to graduate high school. You didn’t get to have your first crush. You were dead.

But then, you started to feel.

You were supposed to be dead. The pain should have been gone. Darkness should have consumed you. But you could feel again.

You violently jerked awake, gasping for air, your heart pounding in your chest like it was about to burst. Your mind scrambled to make sense of what was happening. 

You should be dead. Your father crushed your skull.

Your hands frantically touched your face, your head, everything. You were whole. You were alive.

Your heart raced, your breathing ragged as you clutched your chest, desperately trying to calm the frantic beating. You forced yourself to focus, but only one thought kept swirling around in your mind:

‘How the fuck am I still alive?’

Last you remembered, your fathe—Omni-Man—was crushing your skull in, revealing just how much of a useless, weak, waste of Viltrumite DNA he thought you were. Then... nothing.

That’s when you noticed your surroundings.

Wait– this wasn’t the battlefield or a bunker. This was your bedroom. The walls were familiar, decorated with posters of bands you loved when things were still normal. The faded rug beneath your feet had that same worn-out spot where you always paced while talking on the phone with your friends.

But this wasn’t possible. You watched your house get destroyed when Invincible and Omni-Man tore through your neighborhood. You watched it crumble along with everything else. You scrambled to your feet, heart racing again as your mind tried to make sense of it all. That’s when you stopped dead in front of your mirror.

Your reflection stared back at you, wide-eyed and pale, but something was off. Way off. Your scars. The ones you had earned during your time in the resistance, the ones that covered your face, arms, and body from fighting to survive—they were gone. Not all of them—no, the scars from your battles with the Demogorgons were still there, thin lines across your skin like faint echoes of the hell you’d been through. But the deeper, newer scars from the resistance, from facing Omni-Man and Invincible’s destruction? They were gone.

Your breath caught in your throat as your mind raced to make sense of this.

Wait a minute.

Something clicked, a horrifying realization dawning on you. You spun around, desperately searching for your phone. After a frantic few seconds of tearing through your sheets, you finally found it, buried under your blanket. Hands shaking, you powered it on, staring intently at the screen as the date loaded.

October 13th, 20XX.

Four months before the Guardians of the Globe were slaughtered. Five months before the world would fall to ruin.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, the word escaping in a half-choked whisper.

Your bitch ass time traveled.

[lieutenantabrudas]

[ID: a drawing of a salarian from mass effect scowling at something off to her left side on a light turquoise background. her skin is bright yellow on her head and back, and bright blue on her limbs and front, with black spots all over. her right horn is tall and thin, the left has been broken off at the base. one eye is cybernetic with three glowing red optical lenses. her right half is covered in burn scars, her face has three diagonal claw scars, her right foot is skeletal and missing webbing with scraps of skin where the webs used to be, and both legs are wrapped in support braces to help her walk. she is wearing a sleeveless green hoodie with a mesh window over her heart, black shorts, and three animal teeth on a leather cord around her neck that have been stained with green blood. one hand is holding a smoking blunt. end ID]

today on disabled exdiff major characters im drawing for disability pride month, the second-most complex design i have for a main character, the bad reverend serial killer aka gurji taeja! taeja first appears in chapter 41 of broken mirror and sticks around for 3 chapters to help shepard and company, then reappears in blood in the water as a deuteragonist dragging shepard into an adventure against their will to go save terra nova. shepard doesn't like her but too bad, i the author do, and so do my readers. she's off doing her own work at the moment in in the land of giants, but she'll be back soon!

the blunt isn't weed btw it's a hallucinogenic drug called naenoda used by salarian priests to commune with the gods. taeja was trained as a priest of the death gods and still follows the god of just deaths and revenge, even though she's otherwise cut all ties with organized religion due to backstory reasons, and smokes a bit of naenoda from time to time for fun and also pain relief. come read my fic i'm very normal about this oc.

her legs were mangled by a predator attack when she was young, and due to her shitheel brother who lured her into it in the first place (it's cool those teeth around her neck are from the predator that tried to eat her and that's her brother's blood on them, don't worry about it :) ) she was left for dead and had to drag herself back to civilization, so they uh. didn't heal right, exactly, and struggle to support her weight. nowadays she alternates between standard braces, special braces that were built into her armor's endosuit, and sometimes a walking stick for short distances if she's already taken them off for the day but needs something from the kitchen.

things got dialed up to 11 after she fled to omega, joined eclipse, had a falling out with eclipse, and was beaten most of the way to death (intentional) and nearly burned alive (accidental) - note her toes on the one side, there's scraps of what used to be webbing attached to her toes, but the fire effectively seared them away and now that foot sinks lower and spreads further than the other trying to support her weight. her eye was completely unsalvageable, and the surgeons offered her a clone replacement, but she opted for the cybernetic robot eye partially because it's cool and partially because she got recruited for the spectres in the process and wanted a cyborg eye for combat advantages. not pictured are all the additional cybernetics under her skin to rebuild her arm and leg and keep her organs working, and the extra stuff wired into her brain to control everything (especially the eye) and, ah. fix some brain damage. she's fine it's fine. the right half of her face is also paralyzed, and her vocal chords were burned, so facial expressions and speaking are difficult, but it's fine, that's what a few extra apps on her omni-tool and a vocoder implanted in her throat are for. she's fine!!

also she successfully completed spectre training and promptly went back to omega, killed all the eclipse mercs who tried to kill her, and also killed her shithead emotionally abusive father and sealed his bones in her armor so he can never enter the reincarnation cycle and will be trapped in limbo forever, it's fine, she's doing fine, she's definitely stable and does not need therapy about anything she's fine she has hallucinogens and a VI in her brain and batarian friends who are better family than her own she's FINE

[theredofoctober]

Runt Part 2: an Omni-Man x Gender Neutral Reader Darkfic

TW: noncon, violence, blood, humiliation/verbal degredation, master/pet

Synopsis: After being attacked by Omni-Man, a traumatised Reader attempts to seek comfort. Then he returns, and Reader's suffering is far from over...

Reader after the cut

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“Shit. What happened here?”

Cecil Stedman stands amidst the mess of your house, one hand rubbing the back of his neck in a mode of sympathetic awe.

“It was some villain,” you mutter as you shrug deeper into the cowl of the hooded jacket you’ve donned to swaddle yourself against his scrutiny. “He broke in. I... didn’t recognise him.”

This aside is true enough, being that Nolan is no longer the heroic Omni-Man you once believed would defend the planet against what evils would otherwise lay siege.

That he had been that very evil longer than you’ve been alive still feels closer to fiction than the reality you now know it well to be.

Still you feel the shade of his hands like a clasp on your throat, the fork lightning of a blow to the face as though he’s still in the room with you, an oppressive force of lust and control.

“He was... strong,” you continue, avoiding Cecil’s searching gaze. “I couldn’t fight him off. He said he was looking for my mom— she must've known he was coming. She’s gone into hiding. Didn’t say where.”

“Well, she didn’t get any help from me,” says Cecil. “I had no idea about any of this. I’ve been trying to contact her. That’s why I came over.”

He scrutinises a dent in the wall, his pale brows kneaded.

“So you’re saying you don’t know where Ellen is? She didn’t leave any kind of note?”

You shake your head.

Cecil pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Shit,” he says, again. “This isn’t like her.”

His scarred face becomes ponderous, attempting to piece the situation together with what scant intel you’ve released to him.

“I’ll get my team on clean up duty. We’d better put you under surveillance, kid. We can’t risk the asshole that attacked you coming back to finish the job.”

“No thanks,” you say, wrenching your sleeve cuff down over one swollen wrist. “I just want to be left alone. My Dad has a summer house I can go to; I still have the keys somewhere.

“Nobody knows where it is, and Dad barely uses it— we don’t talk much, but what I do know is that he’s never around. I can stay there for a while. I’ll be okay.”

There is a beat of unpleasant silence before Cecil says, “You sure you don’t know who attacked you?”

“No,” you say, again. “It was a total stranger.”

Unconvinced, Cecil paces a length of the room.

“Has there been a fire here?” he asks, suddenly. “Smells like burning.”

You’re glad he hasn’t yet ventured the stairs to take stock of your bed, singed and broken beneath the torturous struggle of bodies upon it.

“It’s my powers,” you say. “It turns out I have some. But they’re really weak.”

You demonstrate with a faint spark in the palm of your hand, which goes out almost at once.

“I see,” says Cecil. “But the good news is you might get some rapid healing abilities as a result. Still, I’d rather you come in and let a doctor take a look at you. You look pretty banged up.”

His stare seeks out your black eye, and you flinch away, twisting your face into a frond of shadow.

“I don’t need a doctor,” you mumble. “I’ll heal, like you said.”

Better to allow the slow process of recovery to take its course than have some sympathetic white coat uncover your savaged vulnerability.

“I’m not clueless, you know,” says Cecil, gently. “There’s more going on here than you’ve told me.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you say. “I just want it all to blow over and go away.”

Cecil runs a weary hand across his face and sighs.

“I know. But if you need to, you’ve got me. Or if you’d rather work it out with a professional—”

“I just want to get some rest, Cecil. Please.”

“Alright,” he says. “You win. But call me if anything changes, okay?”

It’s after he’s teleported from the premises, leaving you alone in the tainted house, that you burst into tears, curled up under the black swathes of your hoodie as though beneath a shroud.

You may as well be dead, you suppose; Nolan surely won’t allow you to live for much longer.

*

You arrive at your father’s summer house in a forest out of state, trundling your suitcase despondently through the front door with little expectation of safety there.

The property is vast, a clumsy blend of rustic and modern design. A photograph of your father hangs, grinning, over an artificial fireplace; he is young in it, only twenty-five, dressed in the white and silver suit he’d donned as Ice Box, a ridiculous name he’d thought himself clever to have chosen.

Once he’d been a formidable hero, wielding the ability to freeze entire cities, when disciplined. But fame had rapidly absorbed him, and it seemed that now he preferred women and drink to his original purpose of aiding his fellow beings.

Had your father ever loved you? You cannot say with any definitive certainty. He'd scarcely been present even when still married to your mother, and now only ever texts when you’ve been in contact first, and then only briefly, as though addressing an acquaintance he doesn’t much enjoy.

If you were to tell your father what’s been done to you you’d expect a telling silence, the awkward unwillingness to unlatch himself from a comfortable life to do something good.

Depression spills like a noose about your neck, another phantasmal reminder of your walking state of death. Crossing to the wall, you take down your father’s portrait and put it away into a cupboard, feeling afterwards somewhat relieved.

You hadn’t anticipated the effect this house would have on you with its sprawling rooms and French windows looking out into shaggy woods. How small and cowed you are by their dominion, as you’d felt in the wicked arms of Omni-Man, a mite and pointless thing.

You cannot understand why he took the time to brutalise you in such a way. That you are so insignificant to him makes the rape feel rather worse, the afterthought of a warring god.

A moment of Earth time means nothing to him, a man so quick in the air as to be near impossible to vanquish. A moment, and to you a fracture in your short life that, unlike your tender flesh, may never re-join even should you live long enough for it to do so.

Shaking your head, you ascend the stairs and shower quickly, repulsed by your own touch, your hands—though smaller, softer than Nolan’s—enough like his to trick your senses into response as you soap your nudity.

Disturbed, you quickly dry and change into another shapeless hoodie and a clean pair of sweatpants, your makeshift uniform since the incident.

The thickness and coverage of the fabric allows you to pretend that you have no body beneath it, being that you cannot glimpse your shape in any surface, nor be perceived by any voyeuristic eye.

You sit with a mug of herbal tea on the living room couch and watch the forest through the French doors, too wary of Omni-Man’s face or mention of his deeds to switch on the television.

You reflect on your mother, alone underground, of how deeply she will grieve when you’re gone. Of the love you once harboured for Omni-Man, jumped from you as though from some high cliff.

In time you drift into a shallow slumber, towed out to it by unhappy exhaustion.

You’re awoken by the back door being opened with such force that the lock shatters in a snow of steel fragments. Omni-Man appears like a devil come forth from the forest, his glare fixed upon your huddled figure with the same acidity as before.

“Nolan,” you whisper as he shuts the broken door behind him. “You’re here...”

Your enemy crosses the room at a glacial hover, his mouth like a groove of stone.

“If you were trying to hide from me you failed miserably. Did you really believe that I wouldn’t find you?”

You stare up at him, at his folded arms, such pylons of deathly capability.

“Cecil asked me to check up on you after ‘the incident’," says Omni-Man. "I’m surprised that you managed to stay silent. That suggests you value your life, and I didn’t get that impression when you repeatedly lied to me about your mother.”

Cowering against the sofa cushions you attempt for the sake of your sole loving parent to be brave in the face of such cosmic terror.

“I can’t tell you where she is,” you insist. “I don’t know, and I can’t find out. I’m not lying. Nothing you do to me will change my answer. You’ll be torturing me for nothing.”

You had, in fact, thrown away the communication device your mother had given you the night Omni-Man had assaulted you, jumping with boot-clad feet upon it till the wiring sprung out from within, rendering it useless should it ever be found.

The truth of this must reflect in your eyes, for a silence falls over Omni-Man, one of brutal portent.

“In that case,” he says, “I want Firebright to see what will happen to everyone she loves if she and all humanity refuse to kneel to Viltrumite rule.”

Nolan closes in on you, his blue eyes reflecting the room’s tungsten light as though bearing some exiled ring of Hell.

“What are you talking about?” you ask, faintly. “Viltrumite rule?”

“Soon this planet will by invaded by my people and totally dominated. Your species will either accept its place or be forcefully enslaved, and I intend to make an example of the resistance.”

Omni-Man smiles, and your extremities become beams of ice under numb resignation to your fate.

“Oh god,” you say, your voice trembling. “You’re going to kill me.”

“No,” says Nolan. “That would be far too close to mercy. The turn our last meeting took gave me some inspiration.”

Opening a fist, he drops something to the floor with a sinister jingle of metal.

“Here,” he says. “I’ve brought something for you. Pick it up.”

Scarcely daring to move your eyes from his callous face you slip off the couch to retrieve the object. Your fingers shut over a leather collar, the pad of your thumb touching a bone-shaped tag.

Glancing at it, you read the engraving aloud.

“‘Pet?’”

Omni-Man’s lips become a sickle of grim mocking.

“Yes. Because that’s all you are to me: a cringing pup, tame and panting readily to serve me.”

You drop the collar as though singed by it.

“No,” you say. “I’m not a dog. I’m a person, not your... pet.”

“Of course you are,” says Nolan, and darts so close to you that you feel the warmth of his powerful body upon yours. “I’m sure you haven’t forgotten how easily I got a reaction out of you.”

He puts his hand between your legs, squeezing until you gasp and stiffen in hurt and heat alike.

“Why do you want me?” you ask. “I’m nothing, nobody, like you said—”

“Which is why you should be thankful that I’m keeping you.”

You despair at your instinct to grind against his kneading hand, whether to divert his wrath or give yourself up to a quasar of ecstasy you cannot decide.

“From now on I expect you to do exactly as I say,” Omni-Man tells you, “or I’ll enjoy making you suffer. It’s the punishment you deserve for your misguided attempts to stand in my way.”

He gestures to the discarded collar with one forefinger, that sole digit imbued with the strength to slaughter.

“Put it on and take off your clothes. Don’t make me repeat myself or you’ll live to regret it.”

A tear creeps from the rim of your eye, and Nolan jerks his chin in arrogant judgement.

“Please,” you mumble. “I can’t go through this again. I—"

Omni-Man’s fist, belting your throat, truncates your protest.

“Maybe one black eye isn’t enough for you,” he sneers. “I’m more than willing to give you another.”

With a shuddering gasp you rush to undress, training your stare to the pine floorboards so as not to glimpse the look in Omni-Man’s eyes. When you struggle with the catch on the ridiculous collar he sighs with emphatic derision.

“Turn around,” he says. “I’ll do it myself.”

You feel him already hard against you as he fastens the buckle, incited by your fumbling weakness. When you attempt to squirm away he pulls the collar tight against your throat with a choking yelp.

“Every sound out of your mouth is as pathetic as you are,” sneers Nolan. “Keep it shut until I ask you to open it again.”

A lie: he enjoys your noises, is aroused by their helplessness completely. Perhaps if you were not so weak you wouldn’t have survived, preserved only for the attractive contrast of your frailty to him.

You close your fists, wondering if you dare summon fire in a final retaliation.

Gloved hands clench your upper arms like links of iron, and you go limp in Omni-Man’s embrace.

“You’d better learn obedience quickly, runt,” he says. “Vicious animals get put down.”

He shoves you onto all fours, bruising your knees on the pine. The collar jangles sweetly at your throat, and as Nolan bends to trail a finger down your spine you jump against his touch, unable to prevent yourself from considering the liberty with which he might tug out that cord like a root.

“This is an improvement,” he comments. “Now you’re exactly where you belong.”

His fingers part the trembling spheres of your buttocks, exposing you to his scathing examination. You bite your lip, knowing even before they pass into your depth that he will, as the last time, hurt you, that all sex dealt by him will be injurious in some regard.

“Nolan,” you whisper. “You used to be so nice to me. Don’t do this again.”

For a moment Omni-Man pauses, and you sense an unease in him you cannot quite describe. Then it passes, and when he speaks he is only harsh again.

“Pets don’t talk.”

His fingers descend in you to the topmost knuckle, and suddenly your chest is so tight with sobs that you fear you’re in cardiac arrest. Your face, glimpsed in the dark-pressed glass of the backdoor panels, is strained with agony and grief.

Nolan’s own—stark above the bloody snow of his white and red suit—is set like the mask of some fearsome warrior, unmoving as he kneels behind you. You’re sore from the first time he took you, burning, a reopened wound; as he snatches you by the collar and spears his swollen cock into that very ache you yelp, the vision of you both in glass all fog through falling tears.

The strangling leather about your neck is a sibling in pain to the metre of Omni-Man’s fucking, coming up quick and deep to a veil of flesh which he beats like the skin of a drum.

You know that he relents from his true power, that he could paralyse you, make scrap of you at the peak of his monstrous pleasure.

This, to him, is a kindness, if an entirely self-serving one.

“When my people seize control of Earth I’ll spare you,” says Omni-Man, his lips grazing your neck with every thrust. “Keep you on a leash where the world will see that I own a renegade’s child.”

You twist your head aside, shocked by this escalation in threats against you.

“What about Debbie?” you ask, as you did through the last attack. “And your son, Mark— they love you. How can you do this to them?”

Omni-Man shunts your head down against a bear skin rug, suffocating you in tacky lengths of fur.

“They’ll stand at my side and rule with me,” he says. “They’ll come to understand why my kind keep the spoils of war.”

With effort you turn your head on its side, spitting synthetic hair from your tongue.

"Have you hurt other people like this?”

“This is ordinary for my kind. Viltrumite mating is violent. Competitive. It’s how we separate the strong from the weak. Easy to see which you are.”

That he neither affirms nor denies his previous experience is telling, startlingly so.

“You don’t have to be like them,” you say, panting between each word. “You’re not, you never were! You don’t have to prove anything to them—”

Nolan tears you across the floor in a burst of enraged flight, wrestling you onto your back to fuck you with your legs crushed painfully beneath him. His sneer pours down upon you, his eyes frightful, wide and unblinking in their sockets.

It’s a mistake to attempt reason, to scratch at that vulnerable truth you’ve come upon by chance; if this is only his second rape then it is merely one in a continuing line.

Nolan snatches your chin, forcing you to look up into the blue wickedness of his gaze.

“You think because I lay low all these years that’s who I am?” he taunts. “I was biding my time until Mark’s powers came in to take control of this planet. And for almost two decades all I thought about was how puerile you short-lived humans are.”

He gropes your chest, smiling grimly as you whimper at his touch. The collar rings at your neck, the hideous tag clapping against you.

You’ve never felt less like a person, made base and primitive by his handling.

How had this been the man to speak so fondly to you as a youth, to pat your shoulder when he greeted you, or draw you into a bracing hug? There had been nothing of violent sex in his view of you then; only your gentle defiance has altered this, triggering a natural disdain in him that you, a mere animal, had dared.

It’s no longer about your mother at all: it’s about you, and what you represent of a life so soon to be left behind. For Nolan has loved tenderly in the past, has enjoyed the spare, quiet moments of domesticity in the home he’s made on this planet.

Now that is to be taken away by war, and you pity him for that he would so willingly partake in its destruction.

Nolan’s harsh eyes narrow, glimpsing something of the thought in your tearful face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He’s fucking you so roughly that the sound of his hips against your crumpled body is like a bar fight in the echoing house, the beat of flesh on flesh.

“Answer me!” snaps Nolan, and he clips your face with a backhand, opening a fresh cut upon it. “Or your jaw will pay the price for your insolence!”

“Fine, okay, it's just I don’t believe you,” you say, in a panicked rush. “I don’t believe that you just pretended to like me. You really did. Why are you lying? Why are you making yourself be this way?”

You instantly regret the outburst as Omni-Man withdraws from you to kneel with his thighs on either side of your face, his heavy cock laid upon your lips.

“Would someone that liked you do this?” he asks, and as you open your mouth to answer he thrusts in until you retch around his girth.

Your hands scratch in a feckless attempt to liberate yourself from him, drool stringing from either side of your lips, pinkish with blood.

“I see I’ll have to train you this way as well,” says Nolan, looking down at you with haughty satisfaction. “Don’t you know how to do anything, runt?”

He cups either side of your skull in his hands and hammers your throat until you convulse with the urge to vomit. Only then does his pace slow again, and you feel from the tightening of him in your gullet that he is brought close by your struggling.

“You’d better swallow,” says Omni-Man, coolly. “Viltrumite seed is too valuable to waste.”

Then, with a low groan, he unleashes his crisis within you, his grip like a door closed upon your head until you gulp him down.

“That was almost good,” says Nolan, rearranging his suit as you collapse, sputtering, on your side. “Maybe you’re not entirely talentless after all.”

Striding into the kitchen, he returns with a bowl filled with water and dumps it on the ground before you. You crawl forward to drink and rid your mouth of your shame’s flavour, fingers outstretched to bring it to your lips.

“That’s not how pets drink,” says Nolan, and his foot comes down on the nape of your neck, his booted sole bidding you to bathe your face in the water.

Trembling with fearful humiliation you accede, lapping at the cool liquid until Nolan allows you to rise again.

“You can expect to see me a lot more from now own,” he says, cruelly nonchalant. “I’ll tell Cecil that I killed the man that attacked you, and that I’ll protect you from any others that come your way.”

Nolan pauses, watching you lean your dripping face into one hand to weep.

“That, you’ll be relieved to know, is true,” he says. “I defend the people that belong to me. That’s always been my duty.”

You say nothing, made silent by the sullying of his abuse and the implication that it will not end.

“Tell no one what I’ve done here,” says Nolan, “or what I’ve told you, or you’ll die swiftly. Don’t try to run away, or seek help from anyone else. This is who and what you are now. Do you understand me?”

When you still don’t reply Omni-Man seizes you by the collar, hauling you into the air as he enters flight, near hanging you by it.

“Speak!” he snaps, as you kick and wheeze. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you squeak, and Nolan visibly relaxes, his free arm going possessively about your back to press you to him.

“Tell me what you are to me.”

“A... pet,” you mumble, weakly. “Your pet.”

Omni-Man lowers you both to the ground again, a smile appearing under his moustache.

“Well remembered.”

He turns to leave, and a shock of depression spills in an eddy about you.

“Nolan...” you say, almost under your breath.

He swivels back towards you in impatience.

“What do you want now?”

You do not know, are lost in all that has been ripped away from you by life even before Omni-Man’s efforts. Lowering your head, you sniffle pitifully, the pet tag tinkling with every shudder.

Nolan looks at you, half amazed, then scoffs with a mean amusement.

“I see,” he says. “After everything I’ve done you still have those embarrassing human feelings for me.”

“Yes,” you say, and clutch your hands together in abjection. “I could never hate you. I love you. I’m in love with you. I’ve always been in love with you, Nolan. Please, please, I—”

Your mouth is closed by another as Nolan rips from you a tongue-filled kiss, his left hand cradling the back of your head in a mockery of tenderness.

A shameful pleasure veins you, stained through with the arsenic of guilt.

“What’s wrong?” asks Nolan as you jitter away, a nervous palm at your swollen lips. “Isn’t this what you wanted? What you’ve dreamt of for all your short life?”

“I, uh, yes,” you say limply, reflecting on a thousand nights of sticky hands beneath your coverlet, thinking of being made love to, afloat in the air under starlight.

“Then stop being so emotional,” says Nolan. “You’re so delicate. Don’t remind me how easily I could damage you, Pet.”

But you read from his diabolical eyes that he sees clearly the many pieces of you, irreversibly broken to his will. That you are owned beyond the leather at your throat.

[carolinagirl80]

KILL YOURSELF YOU WHORE HOW MUCH MONEY DO U GET FOR LYING SO MUCH, FEED THAT MONEY TO GET A GET AND BUILD A GUILLOTINE MEDIEVAL STYLE AND CUT YOUR HEAD OFF SUFFER FOREVER BITCH.. I GIVE YOU A DEATH CURSE HOPE YOU DIE SOON OR SOMEONE YOU LOVE DOES. ALL YOUR BAD KARMA GETS BACK TO YOU. PAYBACK.

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare... Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis... Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine... quem inferi tremunt... Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos

I debated a lot on whether I was going to post this. My first instinct was to just delete it. However, I could not help thinking about all of these asks I’ve gotten lately saying how J2 fans or Jared fans are the most toxic in the fandom.

I’ve never seen this from a J2 or Jared fan.

This is a heller.

…and the thing is, these kinds of attack is not uncommon. I have others who can vouch for that.

All over a fictional ship, and their ship’s overlord.

[gen0ration9k]

This is Omni!Fresh (NOT short for Omnipotent Fresh, it has no relation to Alphatale). Omni!Fresh is essentially my own W.I.P Fresh so sorry if his lores not too good, it may change. Anyways, I'll copy/paste the lore from the bio I made for him below.

Not much is known about Omni!Fresh other than that he just appeared one day in a place called the Radscape, a space in between au's where the excess broken off code/life essence of Fresh's, both vessels and parasites, gravitate towards, colliding together until essentially a Fresh made of all Freshes formed. Omni!Fresh is a super laid back fresh who's less over the top with cringe ninety's remarks and instead is more of a "cool guy" in a sense. Omni!Fresh is so powerful and has a such a strong will that his Parasite (an alpha parasite so it can command other parasites) was forced into submission and made to work as a symbiote, helping him and living in unity with him. The two have grown close but Omni!Fresh still maintains a sense of dominance, stating that he's "Too cool to be controlled".

Omni!Fresh has a couple nicknames, some a bit sillier than others. Such as Minty Fresh (Mint or Minty for short), Freshski, The Freshest Fresh, and Freshilicious. His favorite drink is a Suicide (as in essentially a bunch of fountain soda's like at a fast food place all mixed into one), he has no soul but borrows emotions from his parasites soul since it inhabits his body, making the two almost one despite separate consciousnesses (no he doesn't feel his parasites emotions even if he knows what it's feeling, he just has the ability to feel because of it). He's about 6'7 and yes he does have an ecto, his magic and ecto are RGB (changes colors), he has multiple tongues (5 long ones though he can shrink them to make more), and he's relatively an au level threat in terms of power so he can destroy individual au's at a time like Error or other destroyers (not that he does so, he usually just pops into places and does whatever.) it's not hard to tell when he's angry, not because he shows it, his cheery expression never really changes but when something sets him off he usually gives a short moment of silence before saying something regarding how he's gonna hurt you or how you you're "killing hie vibe" to which he gets violent, usually just going from zero to one hundred with a shortcut to the person and an attack or a hail of blaster beams.

Also, sorry if this description is sloppy and if there's not much on him, like I said, he's a w.i.p, I just made him yesterday, didn't really take long either, ironically the drawing was the quickest part. I'll try to cover more later on, but ask whatever you want if you have questions.

[acciokaidanalenko]

Don’t Leave Me Behind

They’d almost made it. Together. Just like she had promised. But, once again, things hadn’t gone according to plan. Kaidan felt a knot tightening in his chest as Natasha’s gloved hand landed against his cheek. Her piercing, bright blue eyes met his gaze before she quickly studied his face. He felt the contusions and cuts, but they didn’t matter. He had medigel. He could still make it.

“Look at me, Kay. How bad is it?” she asked as she met his gaze again. Her finger brushed against the small cut on his forehead, smearing the blood from the wound. Garrus watched over them, his head on a swivel as he made sure they were safe in this vulnerable moment. Kaidan looked up at Natasha as she knelt beside him and nodded his head.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Nat. We can do this. Just let me slap some medigel on it,” he answered through labored breaths. Several broken ribs wouldn’t stop him from finishing this mission. His hand moved to activate the automatic dispenser on his omni-tool. He couldn’t stop the wince that fell from his lips at the movement.

Natasha’s hand moved up to her ear as she activated her comms.

“Normandy, do you copy? I need an evac right now!”

Her tone was urgent and demanding, and he could sense the panic she felt as her eyes swept over his body, taking stock of his current condition. His armor had mostly done its job, but there’s only so much it could do to protect him from a mako exploding beside him. He quickly glanced toward the Turian on his left, noticing the scorch marks on his armor and wondered how bad he must look in comparison.

The knot in his chest tightened at her words, and all he could think about was the promise they’d made to one another the night before. This isn’t how this was supposed to happen. He was supposed to make it to the beam with her. They were supposed to make it to the end.

Together.

The sound of an engine drowned out everything else as the Normandy landed a short distance away, and Kaidan was hefted to his feet by Natasha and Garrus. They quickly led him toward the ship that would take him away from here. Away from her.

Kaidan’s heart began to race as the door to the docking bay opened to let them in.

No. She can’t go alone. She was alone over Alchera. She can’t be alone for this.

“Natasha, no!” he yelled as she started to move away, the space between them suddenly more painful than the broken ribs in his chest. Garrus was the one mostly supporting his weight now, and he kept his hold on the soldier as Natasha turned to face him.

“Kaidan, you have to go. You’re injured and I need you to be safe,” she answered as she stepped closer to him again. “If there’s one thing that will keep me going, it’s knowing that you’re okay.”

“Please, Nat, I can’t do it again.” Kaidan’s expression was pleading as he reached toward her. “You made me leave you behind over Alchera. Don’t leave me behind.” She hesitated for a moment, but then she stepped forward, falling back into his orbit. He found it easier to breathe again.

“I love you, Kay. Always,” she said as she reached up to cradle her hand against his cheek. Her tone had changed, softened, as she attempted to comfort him. “You have to let me do this. One last push, and then it’s over. We can finally rest.” It did nothing to assuage the tidal wave of guilt crashing over him. It felt too much like the Collector attack three years ago. He couldn’t shake the feeling that if he let her go, he’d never see her again.

“I love you too,” he replied, his voice breaking as he tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He reached up and gripped her hand in his, squeezing it lightly before she pulled away.

They’re running out of time.

Vega suddenly appeared, attempting to help them get Kaidan aboard quickly so Natasha could return to the mission objective. He’s wearing his armor. And perfectly healthy.

Kaidan’s fingers roughly gripped the collar of Vega’s armor, pulling him close as London burned around them.

“You have to go with her, Vega,” Kaidan ordered. His tone was dark, and Vega stared at him for a moment as if processing what he’d said.

“Aye, aye, Major,” he finally agreed as he quickly glanced toward Natasha. She’d backed away from Kaidan slowly, watching them from a short distance.

“She survives this, or I’m holding you personally responsible, Vega. Do you understand me?” Kaidan’s tone was dark, and Vega nodded his head in answer.

Kaidan’s gaze wandered past the lieutenant, to where Natasha stood, waiting. They’ve already said their goodbyes, but he refused for this to be the end. She insisted this time. Last time she’d sent him away he’d watched her vitals fall as she’d spun over Alchera. So many things had been left unsaid, unfinished.

Not this time.

“Do whatever it takes. Just make sure she doesn’t try to do anything too… heroic.” His tone had softened as he looked into Vega’s eyes.

“Hey, don’t worry, L2. I’ll have her back to you in no time,” Vega answered, trying to reassure not just Kaidan, but also himself. They both knew that Natasha was willing to do whatever it took to end this. No matter the cost.

Kaidan swallowed the lump in his throat, knowing that last time he’d lost more than her. The same would happen today if she didn’t make it. The finale of the Reaper War was happening, and all he could do now was wait for its conclusion.

Losing her once was hard enough. He’d been a shell of himself, his world darkened without her presence. It would be even worse a second time.

“Come on, James! We have to get to the beam!” Natasha yelled over the chaos surrounding them.

Vega reached up, his hand gripping Kaidan’s which still clung to his collar. “Kaidan, trust me.”

“Just bring her back to me.”

[animateddadbracket]

Worst Animated Dad Bracket Round 2

Propaganda:

Nolan Grayson: Didn't tell his son Mark that he was an alien conqueror sent to take over the earth and that he expected Mark to join him until after Mark had started his superhero career. For some reason it didn't occur to him that his superhero son would object to conquering Earth. Attempted to beat Mark to death when Mark understandably wasn't okay with all this. Later he does manage to muster up just enough remorse to leave the planet, take a second wife and have a new son. When his home planet finds him with his new wife and decides to attack the planet he's living on, instead of leaving the planet to keep it safe he calls Mark up to help him make a suicidal stand against his homeworld. He gets captured, and Mark then has to raise the baby brother he left behind

Ozai: Burned his son’s face and then exiled until he finished a mission that was supposed to be impossible. Made his daughter believe her only value was as a weapon and drove her to a psychotic break when she realized nothing she did would ever be enough. Played his kids against each other to the point that they tried to kill one another as teenagers

[gojixyz69]

DEATH BATTLE PREDICTION

So if you don't know Death Battle announced new Death Battle episode and with these three MU'd they also showed teasers for them and today I'm going to predict who would win. But before I start I know that Death Battle returns in fall/late 2024 but I really want to do this since I really like these matchups and yes I know that there are other matchups that Death Battle announced but I'm going to talk about the matchups that I personaly hyped for and also if I try to make a prediction on those other mu's then this post would be long and I just want to talk about who would win, so with out further a do let's go

Omni Man vs Bardock

Now this one is close and I mean extrmely close (with now SSJ) both Omni Man and Bardock are planetary with Omni Man being way faster and having more experince, however Bardock on the other end is at most dwarf star level since he has a power level of 10.000 whitch would scale him to King Vegeta who can destry three planets with a wave and also Bardock would also get stronger threw zenkais or adapting meaning Bardock would be stronger than Omni Man and while Bardock is slower he has long range attacks whitch would help and there's also his Oozaru form whitch increases his power 10× whitch also includes speed. So overall I do think Bardock would win but it is extremely close since again Omni Man is faster and is at planetary range of power, however with Bardock's strenght, powers and range would give him the win.

Bowser vs Eggman

If you saw some of my posts then you would know that... THIS IS MY MOST WANTED MATCHUP seriously when it was announced I was super happy so yeah I'm hyped AF, and as for who wins I talked about that twice

https://www.tumblr.com/gojixyz69/755727447529553920/bowser-vs-eggman-by-death-battles-scaling?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/gojixyz69/754154149216714752/bowser-vs-eggman-the-honest-truth?source=share

But to put it simply Bowser takes it since he's likely steonger due to scaling to Mario and Wario and also having pretty good feats as well as y'know surviving a deep in the sun and a black hole whitch would put him at star levels of durability and if you saw the latest Sonic episodes then you would know that they would put them at most planetary, whitch would mean that Eggman can't really kill Bowser specialy since Dry Bowser exists and finally there's Bowser's magic with it he can summon enemies, transmutate, etc. So yeah Bowser FTW.

Kratos vs Aura

And finally we have the matchup I voted for in ToC and now were getting it whitch js SICK especialy the teaser. Now as for who wins here's a video talking about it https://youtu.be/u1xNnEnQOLw?si=R9RaZlOOXtW2n4hO

But to put it simply Kratos wins he shown more impressive feats and unlike Asura who died stayed that way Kratos died and came back.

So yeah those are my predictions, if you disagree that's fine this is just my opinion so don't take it personale.

[a-deck-of-cards]

core 4 polycule hcs ( + some lgbtq+ hcs )

bc i want what they have :(

inspired by this post!1!1! ( go check it out srsly, it’s amazing )

tim is transmasc n bi

kon is cis n omni

bart is cis n asexual but he’s not too sure

annnd cassie is bi n closeted demi-girl

and ofc all of em are poly

tim is dating benard and cassie is dating cissie as well !!

tim is autistic, bart is audhd, kon has adhd and cassie is cassie (im not too sure yet)

when bart is overexcited / overwhelm, his powers go haywire and he really can’t control it anymore so kon uses his ttk to pull bart back to his feet

ma kent would invite them over to the farm where they learn how to make flower crowns with their colours

tim is red, bart is orange, kon is blue and cassie is yellow.

tim and kon were the first ones to start dating, then cassie joined in and then bart.

they would do cuddle piles all the time to get rid of the touch starvation.

tim didn’t want to tell bruce about this yet because he was unsure on how he would feel and whether he could accept it

they (cassie, kon, bart) told him to take his time and whatever happens, they will never leave his back.

cassie have chronic nightmares and panic attacks because of the nightmares.

tim would help cassie whenever she’s having one because he’s the most familiar with it and he’s usually up due to his insomnia

he would stay with her until she falls asleep again

kon, bart or cassie picks tim up to go to places bc apparently vehicles take too long

sometimes bart and kon would abduct tim bc they have no sense of boundaries.

cassie is too sensible to do that though.

everyone except bart have a drivers license to use when they’re in their civilian identity

bart is either too distracted or can just use his super speed without being seen.

bart has the biggest hair out of all of em

so they like to play and braid it sometimes

they also played with tim’s hair when he grew it out.

(short hair cassie supremacy)

cassie and kon are tall and is very muscle-y and tim and bart are small and lanky (tim especially)

so when they cuddle tim and bart have to be on the top or else they’d get crushed.

bart and tim constantly play video games with each other because yk theyre both obsessed.

i feel like ppl underestimate kon’s ttk

he can literally control any matter at touch

so he helps warm up cassie’s stomach whenever she’s have cramps

tim is the only one who gets sick bc

bart’s a speedster and they heal very fast, kon’s half kryptonian and well cassie’s a demigod

so they band up together to try and take care of tim when he’s sick

but tim would say he isn’t for the first couple days until it became too big of a bother

and he has it worse bc of his missing spleen

usually it ends in chaos

[twstgameplay]

Twst Brag!!!!

I scored a WHOPPING 27k on the Basic Omni Test on Extra Difficulty and it was SUCH a rush, getting that perfect run

Team Details:

Dorm Malleus — Magic 10/10/10, Buddies: Lilia, Lvl 10

Platijacket Grim — Magic 10/10, Buddies: Malleus, Lvl 10; Kalim, Lvl 3

B-Day Cater — Magic 10/10, Buddies: Lilia, Lvl 10

Playful Dress Kalim — Magic 10/10, Buddies: Cater, Lvl 10; Lilia, Lvl 10

Halloween Lilia — Magic 5/5

A big component for this strategy was using Malleus’ Spell 3 to DUO with Grim, with the hopes he’d match up against an opponent aligned with Flora for his super effective crits to hit hard. The whole team being nigh Cosmic really helps avoid disadvantages, further helped by how nearly all of them are heavy hitters; in particular Playful!Kalim FINALLY being that damage dealer who lines up with B-Day Cater’s supportive capabilities forms a similar synergy like Dorm Malleus with Spell 3 + Platijacket Grim, where the DUO Partner’s Spell 1 heavily bolsters the DUO Caster’s DUO Magic. Lilia’s presence helps tie everything together, allowing Malleus and Cater to use their DUO Magic. It was very reset heavy, but not as much as it would have been using a multi-elemental team. I can imagine though that that this team would be less effective on Extra Difficulty on a Attack Omni Team, rather than a Basic Test; still though, it has proven VERY potent and rather convenient, not to mention very novel, making usage of Dorm Malleus’ extremely unique yet potent Magic 3!

Overall, a VERY rewarding score won!

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Congratulations! That's an amazing score, especially with the amount of cosmic attacks you used. I know I've been taking advantage of the reset function as you have, it really has been showing us new potential for everyone. Keep it up, and soon, you'll hit S5!

~🐬

[autisticsupervillain]

FTF Shorts: Not Even Close!

A vs show where the longer analysis and set up is skipped in order to briefly explain why a certain fight is nowhere near close.

This Week's Curbstomp....

Rose Quartz vs Omni-Man!

To get started, Nolan is an absolute beast in combat. A conqueror with hundreds of years of combat experience at the least.

In terms of raw power, Omni-Man is strong enough to, with the help of his son and Thaddeus, punch a hole through a planet, a feat that would require 27 Zettatons at the highest.

He's also fast enough to cross the solar system in at most two weeks:

As impressive as this is, it doesn't even hold a candle to one feat to Rose's name. When the Diamonds attempted to obliterate all life in Earth surface from a galaxy away, they creatsd a diamond blast that lit up the entire galaxy around it. Generating that much light would require an energy equivalent to 3.97 megafoe and to reach earth in the time it did, would've had to have been traveling at 48 trillion times light speed.

In one moment, Rose blocked an attack that was 86,399,998,000,000,000x stronger than Nolan's best feat with help and 1,176,295,800,000x faster than Omni-Man has ever moved in his life.

And that's on top of Rose being much, much older and more experienced than him. While Nolan has been alive for 2000 years, Rose has been alive for eons amd has been fighting against the diamond invaders since the earliest humans first showed up on Earth, roughly 2 million years at the low end. So even if a skill advantage could outmatch a foe billions of times faster and stronger, Omni-Man doesn't even have that. And unlike Rose's regeneration, which could likely let her survive vaporization so long as her gemstone is intact, Nolan's definitively could not survive getting punched to molecules like what that strength gap would do to him.

Now, before we continue, I'm going to head off some arguments I've seen against Rose here.

The Diamond Blast wasn't an attack so it doesn't count for stats. It was just a bright light.

Yes, but it's more complicated than that. Think of it like a lightbulb. Creating light requires energy and in order to function, the lightbulb would have to be durable enough to not melt or explode from channeling that much energy and heat. The Diamonds are very obviously not exploded and Rose is very much comparable to her siblings. Steven inherited all of her powers and he could bring the diamonds to their knees.

It's been stated that Gems can't move FTL.

That statement is very inconsistent within the series itself. Gems can pilot ships that travel intergalactic distances, Lapis can fly to the Homeworld galaxy by herself within a reasonable time span, teleporters move gems across cosmic distances which gems csn still react to, Steven can astral project his soul from another galaxy, etc. Even kn the episode that statement is from, Steven can force himself to the front of his seat to stop the ship, which would require FTL speeds to do.

If you want to throw scientific accuracy into things, then Nolan shouldn't have superpowers because Smart Atoms shouldn't be determined by DNA. Writers are not physicists and sometimes the feats themselves just say "No."

What about crossovers?

A lot of the crossovers with Invincible are dubiously canon at best, even when just restricted to the comic itself. Sticking to just the canon crossovers with the Tick and Supreme, the best Nolan would get is scaling from Suprema who could kick around a star, a planet busting feat.

Certainly an upgrade, but still not in spitting distance of Rose. Only about 8x stronger than Omni-Man's normal feats.

I'm leaving Mortal Kombat and Multiverses at the door because that's a rabbit hole of scaling that never ends and it's obviously not canon. That said, Rose would likely get Superman scaling if you really wanted to go there, so....... (Injustice Superman is not as strong as mainline comics Superman if you want to go there).

That said, this does make me realize that this crossover could totally canonically happen if the companies that be allowed it....

How do you know the Diamonds were on Homeworld when the blast was fired?

Blue Diamond directly states that White hasn't left Homeworld in Eons. She was not speaking exaggerating. Gems who have not spent considerable time with humans consistently do not understand idioms, metaphors, and hyperbole. Neither do the Zoomans, as they were raised in Gem captivity. As such, there was no possible chance for Blue to pick up on that quirk before Future and no reason to take it as anything other than the literal truth. As such, the Diamonds would've had to fire the blast drom Homeworld, which is in another galaxy.

Final Thoughts

Let me end this off with one last point of comparison. In Season 2, Nolan is left so horrified and purposeless from his actions that he contemplates killing himself in front of a black hole. It is heavily implied that the black hole would absolutely kill him if he entered it.

In the tie-in video game, Unleash the Light, Steven and the Crystal Gems are able to walk around inside a black hole without a single scratch on them. Rose was considered the greatest and most powerful of them when she was alive so she absolutely scales to this.

Something that would've absolutely killed Omni-Man did absolutely nothing to people canonically weaker than Rose. That's a wrap from me, chief.

This Throwdown's Winner is.....

Rose Quartz!

[meyrinn-revery]

What we have done...

Notes : This writing comes from my Hogwarts Legacy story We had it all available on Wattpad in English and French (Nous avions tout). Enjoy !

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Synopsis of the story : ' All my life I've been heading for hell, but never had I thought I'd drag you down as well ' - Sebastian Sallow

' They sold their hearts for diamonds and gold. I refuse to go down the same path as them. You and I have everything. ' -Omnis Gaunt

❗Warning : Hogwarts Legacy game spoilers❗

Y/n is a young witch who entered Hogwarts in the 5th year, and who found her place among the Slytherins. Between her many outings to explore the surroundings of the castle, or her fights against poachers, giant spiders or even trolls, her year was eventful.

Ranrok now defeated, and Hogwarts saved from a disastrous fate, y/n must face new dilemmas : the death of her beloved professor Eleazar Fig; and her budding feelings for two of her closest friends, Omis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow. Two handsome boys with tortured souls. They are the opposite of each other, but have one thing in common : their love for y/n.

The OWLs are fast approaching and the year is coming to an end. Y/n hopes somehow that her 6th year will go well. But between her mixed feelings, the responsibilities that will be entrusted to her at Hogwarts and the new threats that will hang over her and her friends, can she hope to one day find a peaceful and safe life ?

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I get up and rush out of the Great Hall. The sounds of cutlery slamming against the plates, the students' discussions that go through my head and the smell of all the food made available to the students for their greatest pleasure...all this makes me nauseous and only increases the feeling of oppression that assails me at this very moment.

As I keep running and finally reach the exit door, I nearly bump into someone. This person is obviously taller than me, considering that my head hit his chest. I know I bumped into him as I wasn't looking where I was going, but I can't help grumbling.

' Seriously, can't you watch where you're going ?! ' I snapped, holding my head.

Still without looking ahead, I turn away from this guy and walk out the door, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him.

I finally raise my head to find out who I'm dealing with and to give him a murderous look that only I have the secret. But any urge to confront this person immediately disappears.

He's there. Facing me. He dares to stand in front of me, after all that has happened.

Images from the last time we were together come to mind.

A week ago

' Flipendo ! '

' Protego ! '

I managed to shield myself at the last second from my assailant's spell. This idiot is starting to tire me. I know he will soon be out of breath, he is getting tired. Hold on Y/n !

' Crucio ! '

My spell hits the middle-aged man in front of me, who immediately arches his back in pain. I continue to attack him without stopping, my wrist becomes painful.

' Incendio ! ' I hear behind me. Great, he manages to kill those damn Inferius.

My attacker gets up with difficulty, immeasurable rage in his eyes.

' You still haven't had enough ?! ' I said to him, a sarcastic chuckle crossing my lips.

' You're both oblivious, you don't know what you're doing. You are dangerous to each other ! ' he said, casting Bombarda at me.

I fall to the ground a few meters further. My ribs hurt horribly, my ears ring.

Hearing the crash produced by my body against the ground, my friend rushes in my direction, and turns to his eldest, determined to get it over with. He takes over from me and bombards him with spells, he gets out of control.

Out of breath but still standing, our assailant addresses my partner.

' She cannot be healed, Sebastian. You must stop. '

He limps and is no longer able to attack us, struggling to hold his wand. But Sebastian doesn't want to hear anything and continues to weaken him. I too fought against him, but the young Slytherin is despite everything more violent than me in his gestures. He'll end up killing him if this continues, I have to stop him.

I try to get up, but my body hurts so much that I let out a little howl of pain. I can't even articulate a single word, I can only watch the scene unfolding under my eyes. Sebastian continues to hammer his uncle with spells, uttering a few cries of effort.

' Argh ! I won't let her suffer. Avada Kedavra '

' NO ! ' I finally manage to shout, reaching out my hand to Solomon Sallow.

But it's too late, his lifeless body collapses to the ground, defeated. Tears begin to flow from my eyes uncontrollably. I cry silently. I can clearly see that Sebastian is struggling to realize what he has just done. He slowly lowers his head to his wand and drops it to the ground. None of us speak. We look at the body of the man who was once her uncle, dead by his will.

' Depulso ! ' I hear from across the room.

Sebastian finds himself thrown backwards, his head hitting one of the stone walls violently. I see the person to whom this voice belongs more clearly when she advances in the middle of the room. It's Anne, Sebastian's twin sister. She was cursed by goblins a while ago. Therefore she is very weak and can hardly leave her house, she even had to leave Hogwarts.

' Incendio ! ' Anne turned, her wand facing her, killing the few remaining Inferius.

She then rushes to her uncle, gently turning his remains towards her, sobbing. Sebastian looks at her sadly, trying to catch his breath and fighting the pain. Oh, my poor Anne...

She gets up and her gaze lands on Salazar Slytherin's dark magic book that we had found during one of our explorations, Sebastian Ominis and I.

' Bombarda ! ' she yells while pointing her wand at the book. The latter burns immediately under our eyes.

' NO ! ' Sebastian cries, reaching for the now charred book.

Anne arches her back in pain, she is exhausted both physically and psychologically, the dark circles under her eyes and her pale face may indicate this. She looks up at her brother one last time.

' You've made your choice. ' she said looking at him painfully.

Then she comes back to her uncle, and soon both of them disappear from our sight. Sebastian gets up immediately, as if all the pain had left him, and rushes towards the exit of the crypt.

' Sebastian ! Hold on ! ' I whisper, unable to raise my voice.

[reelvibes91]

Invincible "Its Been A While" Review

It is hard to believe we are already half way through the second season of Invincible. It took so long to arrive, and now the first four episodes have flown by.

There is a lot to unpack here and for this episode it feels impossible to review it without spoilers. So please don't keep reading if you have not seen the episode.

We get a detailed version of where Omni-Man has been, and it fits right alongside the comic book story for those who know it. He has helped the Thraxans and even fallen in love with one of them. He has learned from his past and even reveals to Mark that he has fathered another child.

This episode has so much impact on the larger story. It was well worth the wait. The slower world building moments that have taken over this season were for good reason. We were being led to this very moment. This show utilizes their breaks to perfection. The reveal last week of Omni-Man and his return. The attack from the Viltrumites this week and ending on a massive cliffhanger heading into the break. Oh, and let's not forget that Angstrom Levy is still hanging around waiting to strike.

Invincible has become the show that encompasses everything I enjoy into one series. Dramatic character development, superheroes, and world building are all done with such a delicate and subtle touch. It is the perfect blend of humanity mixed with the elements of science fiction. The show has opened up multiple storylines that can be explored in the back half while still playing out 3 or 4 subplots at the same time. That is how great shows do it. Season 2 is setting up to much greater than Season 1 if all the chips fall where they should.

[shipperoffanonships]

The Fall Of The House Of Sallow

Characters: Original Female Character, Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Poppy Sweeting

It was a bright, sunny day when Danielle received the owl. She was teaching third-years about the Dementors and the Patronus Charm when from her peripheral she saw an owl perched on the ledge outside. Frowning, she got off her chair and opened the window. She looked at the sender. Gaunt, O.

"Shit." Danielle hissed. Heart hammering, she opened the letter. 

Danielle,

Anne took a turn for the worse. She couldn't even stand. No physician at St. Mungo's can do anything. She's gone.

Omnis

Danielle's mouth flew to her mouth, her knees nearly buckling. 

"Professor?" One of her students said. "Are you all right?"

Danielle took a deep, shaky breath. "Class dismissed."

"I've never been to Feldcroft." Poppy admitted as they made their way to the Sallow home. When they opened the door, the first face they saw was

"Madam Reyes." Danielle greeted brusquely. The Flying Class instructor merely nodded.

"Damn, talk about hostility." Poppy muttered. "What the hell happened between you two?"

"Nothing worth rehashing." They found Sebastian on the kitchen, conversing with one of the locals. Catching Danielle's eye, he excused himself.

"Thanks for coming." He said quietly. Danielle gave her friend a tight hug.

"Of course. How you holding up?" 

"Still in shock, honestly. Imagine receiving your first owl, and it's about your sister's death."

"Sorry. If you need a break, I'm at Lower Hogsfield."

3 years later

It was summer, and was particularly hotter than usual. The heat dulled Danielle's senses, and she snapped out of her daze only when someone started practically banging against her front door. 

"All right, coming." Danielle muttered. She opened the door-and blinked. It was Poppy. Now it's not strange that the other witch viits her, given they live in the same hamlet. But it was the wild, almost manic look on her friend's face that alarmed Danielle. Still breathing heavily Poppy shoved a copy of The Daily Prophet. There, in bold letters were the words CRAGROFTSHIRE IN RUINS.

"Shit." Danielle hissed, stronger expletives coming out of her mouth as she read on.

"It's the same description. 'Robed individuals accompanied by Inferi and Acromantulas.' They..."

But whatever else Poppy was saying faded in the background. Inferi. Danielle's blood ran cold as she realized who the mastermind of the tragedies that befell hamlets for the past two years.

"Oh, what have you done?" She whispered, collapsing on the couch. 

"What? Who's done what? Danielle, talk to me. What do you-" Poppy grunted as Danielle rather unceremoniously threw the newspaper back at her friend before sprinting upstairs and opening a drawer of notes and journals.

"Where is it, where is it..." Finally Danielle found what she was looking for. A book about Dark Arts.

"Why do you have that?" Poppy asked suspiciously, pointing at the object.

"Bought it after the second attack. Fight fire with fire if necessary." Danielle replied absently, flipping through her notes as she opened the book, waving her wand to get to the desired section.

"Necromancy? Why-"

"I have a feeling what Sebastian's doing, and how he does it."

"What is his goal, then?" Poppy asked. 

"To bring back his sister."

"To- how? And why?"

Danielle sighed. "Look, it's time you know the truth.

"

Poppy looked at her strangely. "What 'truth'?"

"Anne-" Danielle blew out a breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Anne didn't die from an unknown ailment. A Dark Wizard cursed her. Sebastian wanted to reverse that curse, and I helped him. Long story short, we didn't succeed."

"And the Inferi? Where does it fit?"

"There's this relic that can somehow control the creatures. That was also the relic that we believed could cure Anne. News flash: it dind't. It got destroyed. Time jump to three years ago, and Anne kicked the bucket."

"And now Sebastian feels like he failed twice, and by reviving Anne he thinks it can make everything right anf that Anne would come back healthy." Poppy guessed, to which Danielle nodded.

"So he's using Inferi and Acromantulas to aid him in his quest."

"How can he bring her back, though?" 

Danielle opened the book. "That's why I have this." She flicked her wand, arriving to the desired topic.

"Necromancy?" The Beasts professor said, brows knit in confusion. 

"Mm-hmm. Let's see. History of necromancy.... notable necromancers, not that... ah, here we are. Kinds Of Necromancy And Their Methods." Danielle began running her fingers down the page, muttering indistinctly. 

"Resurrection Through Soul." Poppy read. "So he's collecting souls, storing it so that he can use them to revive Anne?"

"yeah, seems that way." Danielle affirmed.

"And the Inferi? Where do they fit?"

Danielle shrugged. "Hell if I know. We need to get to Ominis, tell him about our discovery."

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"What?" The blind man exclaimed. :are you sure?" 

"As my name's Danielle Taylor-Hall. It's him, Ominis. Tell me, do you know anyone else who have a history of Inferi control?"

"Well, I- I suppose not." Ominis admitted. "Now what?"

Just then a wizard Apparated between the three of them, bloodied and bruised. 

"Mr. Willow!" Poppy said. It was indeed Danielle's and Poppy's neighbor.

"It's him." He wheezed. "I was in Keenbridge when all of a sudden they were there. It was over in minutes."

Danielle Poppy, and Ominis looked at each other.

"He's getting desperate. Two attacks in one week?"

Danielle pursed her lips. "All right, here's what we're going to do: Ominis, go to Keenbridge. I'll drop by at home to change. Poppy, stay here with Mr. Willow."

"What-" Poppy began, but Danielle cut her off.

"No questions."

Danielle arrived at the border of Keensbridge, wearing a leather long coat over a red dress shirt and black trousers (She found combat easier when wearing pants as opposed to skirts or dresses), frowning when she didn't see Ominis.

"Danielle."

The woman turned with a jerk. Standing before her, half-hidden in the moon's shadow, was Sebastian.

"Step into the light." Danielle commanded, then took a sharp breath. Sebastian's skin, once relatively fair, was now deathly pale, his face all bones and sharp angles. His hair was streaked with grey. Danielle brandished her wand, bracing herself for a fight. 

"Where's Ominis?" The brown-haired woman snarled. Sebastian waved a hand, and Ominis's prone body floated into view.

"No!" Danielle exclaimed.

"Relax, he's not dead. He did put up quite a fight, though." Sebastian said. Deep inside her Danielle can sense the corrupted magic rumbling, as if agitated (it was strange, Danielle admitted. It was almost as if the magic is sentient) and sensing danger. 

"Why?" Danielle asked. "Why do this? You killed hundreds, Sebastian! Do you even realize that?"

Sebastian chuckled. "Whilst the answer to your question is very interesting, albeit a bit convoluted, it will have to wait. Now if you will excuse me, I shall pay my hometown a visit."

Poppy, Danielle thought = panicking. Before she could do anything, Sebastian was gone. Danielle rushed to her blind friend, who was petrified.

"Finite!" Danielle said firmly. Ominis jerked as if electrocuted.

"Hey, hey, hey. Easy." Danielle cautioned. 

"What happened? Where's Sebastian?" 

"He's gone to Feldcroft. Let's go."

Feldcroft was burning.

"No..." Nearly every cottage was on fire, and about twenty Sebastians, along with spiders and Inferi. From afar she saw Poppy dueling a clone, but it was clear that she was outmatched. 

"Poppy, duck!" Danielle shouted. "Glacius!" A follow-up Diffindo sliced the clone to a million pieces, ice shards flying everywhere.

"That's a combination I haven't tried before." Poppy remarked. "Where's Ominis?"

"Somewhere here-SHIT!" Danielle jumped just in time as an Acromantula burst from the ground. 

"I hate it when they do that." For a full twenty minutes the two of them along with able-bodied adult in the hamlet fought with Sebastian, his clones, Inferi, and Acromantulas. After a good twenty minutes of back and forth, it was clear who was winning.

"Poppy," Danielle said, "I need you to-" she cast a quick Protego to stop the basic cast hurled at her- "I need you to go to Hogwarts. Call every professor possible."

"But-" 

"Go!" 

The moment Poppy vanished Danielle found herself face-ro-face with five clones of Sebastian. 

"Bombarda!"

"Protego!" Danielle grunted as the force of the destructive Exploding Spell almost made her lose her footing. The former Ravenclaw student closed her eyes and focused. She reached deep inside her, drawing out the ancient magic inside her. More, her mind ordered, more, more- With a shout, Danielle blasted Sebastian with a powerful burst of ancient magic. The five winked out, apparently all of it being clones. Danielle bent over, taking several deep breaths. Using ancient magic always drains her, and she rarely uses it. Poppy Apparated along with other professors, then. Natty, Amit, Lenora, Garreth, among others. With reinforcements, the tide slowly began to turn to their favor. Just then, to Danielle's horror, Sebastian and his clones pointed their respective wands on each of the combatants.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The darkening sky lit up a bright grin, and everyone but Danielle, Poppy, Natty, and Ominis went flying, having been hit by the Killing Curse. 

"SEBASTIAN! SHOW YOURSELF!" Danielle roared, the rage coursing through her veins flowing like liquid fire. Nineteen Sebastians along with the spiders and Inferi vanished.

"Amazing, isn't?" What you can do with cloning." Sebastian-the real one, now- said nonchalantly, and Danielle nearly went for the man's throat for his callousness.

"Yeah, because committing a fucking massacre is supposed to impress us." Poppy replied sarcastically. 

"Ah, sweet little Poppy. Innocent even in adulthood."

"Oh, yeah?" The Beasts professor snarled. "Come a little closer, see what my innocence can do."

"Sebastian-" Natty began, but the man Disapparated.

"I know where he went."

They found Sebastian on the great room of the Feldcroft Catacomb, perusing a book. On the table at the center lay Anne's body.

"Sebastian." Danielle said. The man jerked, almost dropping the tome. He grinned.

"Ah, look who's here. You're just in time." 

"Why, Sebastian?" Danielle asked. "why do this? Don't you have any remorse? You murdered hundreds, wiped out entire hamlets! And all because of what, you can't deal with Anne's death? No more. You've been in denial for far too long, Sebastian. It's time to accept the truth. Anne is dead."

Sebastian's face darkened. "Never."

"Accio!" Danielle summoned the book, which snapped shut in her hand. A Depulso blasted Sebastian back, giving them a few seconds. She passed it to Natty.

"Get this back to Hogwarts with Poppy. Ominis and I will hold Sebastian off."

"Confringo!"

"Bombarda!" Danielle countered. "Go!"

Once the two witches were gone, Danielle and Ominis faced Sebastian.

"Let's end this."

"Reducto!"

Danielle rolled out of the way to avoid the curse, countering it with a Diffindo that sliced Sebastian's arm. Danielle followed Ominis's Levioso with Descendo, slamming Sebastian down to the ground. Just then Inferi burst from the ground, but a Confringo burned them to ashes as soon as they appeared. 

"Expulso!"

Danielle grunted as she was thrown against the wall. She attempted to stand, but Sebastian blasted her with Descendo twice. Danielle heard a rib or two crack. 

"D-"

Then he vanished. Quickly downing a Wigginweld potion, Danielle looked for Sebastian. He was locked in a duel with Ominis, and was slowly but surely winning. Danielle stumbled to Anne's corpse, holding both sides of her head.

"Sebastian!" She called out. The two men stopped, whirling.

"What are you doing?" Sebastian said.

"Surrender or I'll snap Anne's neck." Danielle threatened. 

"You wouldn't dare. And I doubt you're strong enough."

"I will, and I am." Danielle twisted Anne's neck until she felt the strain. "I'll do it!"

"Depulso!" A follow up Descendo slammed Danielle down the ground, making her wheeze. A Petrificus Totalus paralyzed her. So she was helpless when Sebastian, finally getting the upper hand, began to beat Ominis to death.

"You!" Punch. "Will!" Punch. "Not!" Punch. "STOP ME!"

The effect of the jinx finally wore off, but it was too late. With a scream, Sebastian brought down a rock Danielle failed to notice on Ominis's face, cracking his skull open. 

"Glacius! Diffindo!" Shards of Anne's body flew everywhere.

"NO!" Sebastian said. Thrusting out an arm, he yanked Danielle towards him.

Danielle and Sebastian circled each other, both assuming offensive stances.

"Enough." Danielle said firmly. "This won't end-ah!" Danielle cried out as Sebastian sliced her cheek with Diffindo. 

"All right, then. Accio! Levioso! Descendo! Bombarda! Confringo! Red-"

"CRUCIO!" Sebastian roared. Danielle fell on her side, screaming and writhing. Sebastian chuckled as he walked over.

"The great Danielle Taylor-Hall, the slayer of the goblin Ranrok. Pathetic." His grip on his wand tightened, and Danielle flailed as the pain intensified. Finally Sebastian stopped. Danielle tried to stand, but Sebastian stomped on the back of Danielle's head, the woman almost blacking out. Sebastian grabbed Danielle and, with surprising strength, threw her a good five feet away, with Danielle slamming face-first against a tree. 

"Please," Danielle gasped out, then wailed as Sebastian cast Crucio again, before breaking Danielle's wand hand, eliciting another scream from the DADA professor.

"Ava-"

"Expelliarmus!" Someone yelled. Poppy, based on the voice. A couple of Chinese chomping Cabbages and a Venomous Tentacula bought the two witches some time. 

"Here, drink this." Poppy instructed, handing Danielle two vials of Wiggenweld potions. Immediately her head cleared, and strength returned to her body. Together they faced Sebastian.

"Sebastian, stop. Last chance." Poppy said warningly. In answer Sebastian fired a burst of basic cast. Soon all three were exchanging curses and spells. 

"EXPULSO!"

Danielle and Poppy barely had time to conjure a Shield Charm before they were struck.

"We could definitely use some of that ancient magic of yours right now." Poppy said, voice strained as the two of them struggled to repel the destructive curse. Once again Danielle tapped into the well inside her, pulling out bits and pieces of the magic and channeling it on her wand. Her eyes flashed crimson, and she blasted Sebastian away with a shout. Unfortunately she miscalculated, and Sebastian went flying further than she intended/

"Sebastian!" Danielle and Poppy raced down the hill, but Sebastian was rolling down too fast. The hill ended in a cliff, and Danielle yanked Poppy back to prevent her from falling over the edge. Sebastian was hanging by a hand, but his grip was loosening.

"Sebastian! Sebastian, take my hand!: She said. Then, to Danielle's horror, ten mongrels were gathering below. 

"Grab my hand!" The brown haired screamed. "Hurry!"

"No." Sebastian said. "I dug my own grave the moment I started this whole thing. It's time I lie in it." He looked at Danielle and Poppy. "It's been an honor meeting you."

With that Sebastian let go, falling down towards the waiting jaws of the wild dogs below.

"He-he- Oh, Merlin." Poppy gasped, a hand flying to her mouth.

"Thus fall the house of Sallow." Danielle murmured.

The last thing they heard was Sebastian's screams as he was being ripped apart.

[zee-the-zebra]

Black Out

A/N: Hi, so have approximately 500 words mild Chaeya angst based on my completely wrong guess of Childe's fate in 4.2 when all we had was leaks.

Basically I thought that humanoid looking boss was Childe fully taken over and corrupted by the Foul Legacy. And I ran with it. Have fun.

Childe had heard of what the Traveler can do. But even her purifying magic probably couldn’t reach him. If nothing else, if there was no coming from back this, at least she could help him go out with a bang.

He felt the beast’s anger. Clearly the traveler had hurt it enough that it decided it would do away with her. The whale opened its mouth and inhaled.

But she wasn’t the only one there.

The Legacy gave him one thing. It allowed him to see the world outside while still being trapped. Ajax felt his heart stop when he saw Kaeya standing next to the traveler.

He tried to scream for Kaeya to run away, to get as far from it, from him as possible. He didn’t want to even entertain the idea of this thing hurting him, let alone hurting Kaeya himself.

But there was nothing he could do as both Kaeya and Traveler were pulled into the void. And soon enough both of them were standing before him. Staring at him with seemingly no recognition. At least at first. Kaeya’s head tilted to the side, before his uncovered eye widened in horror. His sword nearly fell from his grip.

“…Ajax…?”

He cautiously took a step closer, raising his hand to caress Ajax’s face. Ajax begged, pleaded, for the Legacy not to attack him. And for one reason or another, it didn’t move. Kaeya’s hand made contact with the armor, Omni magic subtly flowing through his touch, in an effort to bring Ajax back.

“Is this…what’s supposed to be the fate of anyone who wields the Legacy…?”

Kaeya’s question was not a genuine one, Ajax knew that. It was a slowly mounting, horrible realization. He knew that this was supposed to be Ajax’s ending. And Ajax could tell, Kaeya wanted to reject it with every fiber of his vein.

Yet for as much as he wanted Kaeya to just leave him to waste away, somewhere deep inside himself, he wanted to call out for help. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take the Legacy eating away at him. Already he thought it would be better to let the Traveler just kill him. But more than that, he wanted to see Kaeya with his own eyes again. He wanted to be with his family again. In a sense, he wanted Kaeya to be the knight to save him from himself.

How pathetic.

But in the end he chose to be childish. He chose to be selfish. Gathering whatever strength he had left, Ajax reached out.

On the outside, the abyssal warrior that stood before Kaeya and Lumine shivered. It raised an arm towards Kaeya, shaking. A voice spoke, yet not the one of the Abyss. One of someone he knew, someone he loved, in a similar sort of pain he only heard from him once before, and had never hoped to hear again.

“Kae…ya…"

"Help…me…”