#power of association

[reality-detective]

THE SALT CONUNDRUM & MORE

“Everybody on earth is eating less salt”

When you go to the hospital, what’s the first thing they do, they put you on a SALINE (salt) drip because humanity is deficient in salt! Eat the salt, CELTIC SEA SALT is best! Salt is ELECTROLYTES, the foundation of you being ELECTRIC which facilitates you being CONSCIOUS to help your ASCENSION! 🤔

[regonold]

Ok fun idea so danny gains a reputation of the ghost who defeated the ghost king not becoming the ghost king but the man (boy) who defeated him

Like out of nowhere danny suddenly has the reputation of i defeated the being who it took a team of ancients to seal away

And eventually people hear of other things danny has done like defeating nocturn undergrowth and vortex and befriending clockwork pandora and frostbite

Until eventually he's accidentally built up a mythos around himself like he's went from friendly neighbourhood ghost boy to somehow a mythic being of legend

Which slowly bleads to his rouges and friends because why would the legendary phantom be fighting children no clearly they are much more powerful

So slowly danny is boosting his and his rouges and friends powers to powerful forces like the rouges might wonder what's happening as they are suddenly gaining powers or getting stronger and gaining titles

Like ember becomes known as mistress of sound and skullker actually gains the title of realms greatest hunter because how else could he survive against the legendary danny phantom

All the while Danny's got no clue whats happening except he's more powerful he's got no clue why but eh it helps so he's cool with it

Basically danny accidentally makes himself and his rouges/friends gods due to association and belief

If you wanna make it dpxdc some cult actually manages to summon the ghost king so Constantine decides to summon the one ghost supposedly able to beat the mad king

Only to get a fucking child and for said child to be a sassy little shit

[silver-peel]

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make something to celebrate spring and farewell to the lusty month of May :^)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 340

You know what I think is fun for a cryptid batfam AU? Living Armor. 

They do not realize that people think they have civilian identities. Or that people assume human when they tell them they have no powers. They are literally their armor and vigilante outfits, that is what they are, and they aren’t trying? To hide it? 

Somehow it should be obvious in their opinion! They don’t have heartbeats! Or skin! No it’s not just shadow and lead, why would you think that??

[deeva-arud]

So, about that one AU that's been marinating in my mind for years

[da-janela-lateral]

To be part of something big.

[vivitalks]

bitches love to say "i don't have a favorite dropout cast member" until zac oyama walks in the room. it's me i'm bitches

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 2 - Psyche Skills

Part 1 - Part 3

[gingermintpepper]

“Your hair’s gotten longer.” 

It’s conscious effort that keeps him from tucking the strands behind his ear, from taking the knife at his hip and shearing it all off. He keeps his stance focused, attentive, there’s little else he can do when he’s taken so completely after his mother when it comes to his hair. His father scratches his chin, the clouds of his beard snaking about his finger like mist parting for mountain-peaks. Ares’ chin is still child-smooth. He can feel the tickle of his over-long fringe against his soft jaw. There’s no heart in his chest, but still he feels as though a pulse is lodged in his throat. 

Father sighs, put-upon, disappointed, and Ares feels a slight tremor start in his calves from holding himself so tense. “Well done, Ares. Go clean yourself up and get some rest. Phoebus will want to look you over later.” 

He should be ecstatic to be praised by his father. Over-the-moon with joy. There should be pride emanating from every pore of his body, the blood on his skin should be sweeter than ambrosia. 

Instead, he bows, manages a soft ‘thank you, Father’ around the lump in his throat and immediately flees the room. A mild ‘make sure to trim your hair’ hits the back of his head like a spear through the skull. He almost wishes the great door had slammed on his foot so he would have reason to feel this horrid in his retreat.  

Phoebus Apollo is waiting for him in his infirmary. 

He’s gilded as ever, gold from crown to heel. Perfect like the statues they carve of him in his temples. He has a smile for Ares when he sees him, a crinkle at the edges of his pretty eyes from the weight of his joy. Ares is waiting to see the crack in the marble, to see if that’s the chip that’ll reveal his fangs.

“Brother,” he greets, and his voice is warm - like the arms that embrace him, his voice is so warm, “Welcome back. I’ve heard you’ve done well.”  

There’s a tremble in Ares’ fingers he hadn’t noticed before. Strain from carrying his sword for so many days, a throb from wounds he hadn’t noticed he’d accrued. “Heard? There’s already gossip?” 

Phoebus blinks, disarming, demure, coquettish, “But of course,” and Phoebus’ voice is honey to Ares’ gravel, the juxtaposition is grating on his skin, “It’s Olympus. The gossip began long before you set your course.” Those warm hands lead him further into the room, bodily sits him on the chaise, pulls his helmet from his head. It’s all one, unbroken motion, “It’s summer alas, so I could not watch your war myself, but I hear it was quite the decisive victory.” 

A thousand thoughts run on horseback through his mind then. 

Did Father overhear some terrible slander that pre-emptively disappointed him? Was Ares’ victory merely a rumour, a bet his father hadn’t bothered to take? Was the gossip more enticing than the stark truth? That Ares wasn’t some child toddling about in the shadow of his sister, that his sword and spear weren’t merely for show - he’d think such a thing would warrant celebration. Not -

“Oh my,” Phoebus is in front of him, pleasant warmth more sticky heat with how close he’s pressed himself into Ares’ space. From this angle, Ares can see the multi-coloured flecks of his eyes, like shards of golden glass suspended in ichor. From this angle, with his hand so gently holding his hair, were Ares to blink too hard, he’d swear Phoebus looked just like his mother. “Your hair’s grown long again.” 

He pushes Phoebus off with such force that he bangs into the wall. It’s Phoebus, it won’t make even the impression of a scratch on him, but Ares wishes it would. Wishes he’d hit his shoulder or crack his neck or hit his head just hard enough for all that perfect, gilded gold to bleed. 

“I’m only here for you to heal me,” the tremble in his hand extends to his shoulder now. He flexes and unflexes his palm. Gods what he would give to just have a sword - “Don’t waste time with the pleasant-work.” 

Phoebus huffs, adjusts the fit of his himation, “...Only because we’re meant to be celebrating your victory.” He crosses the room in two great strides, his hair a swirling tempest behind him as he gathers his poultices and wraps. “The only reason I’ll not throw you from the window is because we are meant to be celebrating your victory.”  

There’s not enough acid in his tone for this to truly be a fight. Ares’ jaw clenches, he bites out a terse, “How benevolent.” 

“Aren’t I?” He’s got nectar and his sutures in hand, that focused look falling upon his face when he switches from overbearing busybody to Paeon of the Gods. “Now strip unfaltering Ares, let us see the measure of damage done to your indomitable flesh.” 

(Somewhere between the fifth set of stitches and the gentle frown that crosses Phoebus’ face when he notices the persistent tremble in his fingers, Ares pins his eyes to the far wall and asks, “What does it mean when Father says ‘well done’?” 

Any other sibling would mock before they gave a true response. Any other sibling would laugh and dismiss it, would say that praise is praise and any lingering ill feeling is just the worst of the war still fogging his mind. Phoebus does not answer immediately. He doesn’t make a single sound. The question settles like fetid water between them, unignorable, the scent right there on the tip of the tongue yet firmly unacknowledged. Ares closes his eyes and tries again to settle his squirming so he does not interfere with Phoebus’ work.  The metallic snip of scissors cutting thread breaks the silence. Phoebus bids him to sit up and slides his warm palms up his back until his fingers tangle gently in the ends of his hair. He twists the dark red strands until he’s gathered it all into a neat handful, holding it loosely as he switches his scissors for his shearing blade. “You should know it was not praise,” Phoebus says softly. The first of Ares cut hairs fall like viscera from his head. Phoebus treats each cutting with the sacredness of a blood-sacrifice. If he focused on the moment of tension right before the blade cuts though, Ares thinks he can imagine the agony of his sister’s sacred birth. “It is acknowledgement. Father thinks you’ve done well so he says ‘well done’.”

Gently, Phoebus releases him. Ruffles his head so all the extra hairs fall like red rain to the floor. Ares runs his fingers through the ends now curling against his ear. “Has he ever told you ‘well done’?” 

A laugh, warm and gilded, “No, and it would not make you feel better if he had.” 

Ares swallows down a thousand different questions. Phoebus wouldn’t answer them, he’s infuriating like that. Instead, he clenches his teeth, the phantom of Father’s dizzying tangle of grey cloud-hairs persistent in the corner of his eyes. “Cut it shorter.”

Phoebus doesn’t protest. He never seems to say a word when it really matters.)

[jonahmagnus]

My take on the murdered FNAF kids. I forgot Elizabeth, sorry Elizabeth

[i-am-trying-my-best-okay]

(Tentatively) 449 days till The Wicked Powers (Until Further Notice)

POV: Clary decides it's time to gain custody

[annes-andromeda]

“Will with a gun” this, “Mike with a random object” that-

-Hopper giving Mike his sword from the Russian prison (or Mike comes upon it whichever you prefer), and Mike practices with it every day cause that boy is an overthinker and in the final battle Will using his powers to light the sword on fire and byler lives out their Paladin/Wizard DnD fantasy together

[onlykenobimatters]

Codywan au where the clone troopers are actually a reincarnated group of an ancient sect of warriors from mandalorian space. They remember pieces of their previous society; some from the beginning of their origins all the way to the last grasping few. A lot of effort goes in to getting them assigned to the correct battalions. For they had a pantheon of gods they once worshipped and while they have always been One Blood, they believed very seriously in their coming of age ceremony where they must choose the god they would worship. It might have been thousands of years, but none stray from their Chosen.

(The pantheon would be similar to others in which they might have a core group of gods, but other minor gods could also exist. Each with their own domains;

Plo Koon was The Guardian? Protector of Packs and god of loyalty.

Mac Windu the Seer, protector/god of the past and future

While Yoda could be one of their oldest gods, his domains having shifted through the years but mainly protector of the young.

And then quigon who is associated with natural disasters. Legend is he was roaming their world, damning and saving mortals as he went, when he created a disaster so wroth, so powerful, he could not bare for it to fade. He pleaded with his grand sire and eventually Yoda agreed to help him. Combining their domains they turned the raging storm in to a young godling.

Obi-Wan, nature personified.

There are many legends involving the young godling and his journey. How he discovers his domains. And how he uses them to follow in his father’s footsteps to create children in his Image. For what is more natural than life and death?

Obi-wan is not the only one to create a god, but he is the only one to not need assistance. He becomes the Creator, the god of natural order, Father of Life (ahsoka) & death (Anakin)

Over the centuries the Line of Natural Order is adapted to many cultures within their system. Other attributes are gifted to them by followers of The Great Powers as well;

Life, goddess of survival & champion of the light side of the Great Power.

Death, god of balance & champion of the dark side of the Great Power.

The Creator, god of natural order and the Blessed, those who hold connections with the Great Power. )

and like I don't quite know where I was going with this, but clone wars era where the clones kind of remember this culture that doesn't seem to be recorded anywhere and these jedi that feel something Awaken when they meet these shining lights in the force.

and Obi-Wan gently cupping Cody's face, his blue eyes shining brightly. Obi-Wan allowing the force to guide him as he gently lays a kiss upon Co-, no, Kote's forehead, the warrior breathing in harshly as the first Blessing in thousands of years is granted to him. Kote is glory and Kote will uphold the Natural Order as The Creator, Ken'Obi, sees fit. For Kote is now Blessed by his patron God.

i dont even know this got away from me ugh

[dykedvonte]

Interesting that the two people Jimmy had the most issues with where the only two with concrete and valued titles as Nurse and Captain…

More interestingly, how he holds those titles above them to stiff arm them into doing what he wants while not really respecting their positions.

[ceratedfish24]

Do you have any particular thoughts on a scott x scar pairing or team up? Cleo once said in their stream that them being teamed up together would be evil unleashed, so I keep thinking about them

My mouth’s been watering over Scott x Scar team up, actually. Cleo’s so correct. They’re honestly never wrong. I know that Scott’s always the responsible one, but I think he could let loose and work with Scar to scam the entire server. It wouldn’t be an obvious scam, but, between their combined charisma, they could break the server into pieces. There’s so much potential there. I associate them with the song Grifters by Charming disaster.

Scar and Scott are kind of acquaintances. They respect each other, but they apparently don’t really know each other, which is understandable. They’ve been getting to know each other better, though, as of late. I think a Scar and Scott team up is not only possible but realistic! Scar tends to end up unwillingly alone in these series, and Scott has a habit of coaxing stray dogs onto his couch, whether that’s Cleo, Etho, or Martyn. It wouldn’t surprise me if, if there’s a next season, Scott ropes Scar into an alliance with him. They have so much potential for pettiness.

As for Scar and Scott pairing? I think it’s SO cute. Scar and Scott are both commonly paired with someone who doesn’t consistently show affection towards them, even though Scar and Scott themselves are pretty consistent in offering their own affection. Having each other would be so healing. Scott is a very loyal man, and he always feels like he has to earn his partner’s love and trust. Scar isn’t used to that. Scar has had people through him out once he’s red, leave him for a secret soulmate, choose their absent father over him, and backstab him. He’s not used to someone who thinks of him as greater than themselves.

Additionally, they’re both brutally honest. Scott is more consciously brutally honest, and he wouldn’t be afraid to tell Scar the hard truth instead of keeping secrets. Scar is casually brutally honest. He’ll say things out of left field that are true, but, goodness, Scar. He would be so quick to clock when Scott’s not caring of himself or when Scott’s feeling less than or when Scott is doing something because he thinks it will make Scar like him more as opposed to just being the same Scott who Scar fell in love with. It would startle Scott, to have someone who doesn’t sugarcoat or avoid hard topics, but I think he would appreciate it.

Scar says a lot of dirty things. Sometimes it’s genuinely unintentional, but, other times, he knows exactly what he’s saying. I think it would get a good laugh out of Scott, and I think that Scar would laugh at Scott’s dirty jokes as opposed to chastising him, too.

The Scar/Scott pairing is playful, vulnerable, warm, and healing, like a campfire. I would love to see more of them!!

[ianthedebonair]

What would Wei say? (🔞choices below the cut)

➡️"So can you make multiple copies of me here?"

➡️"How about you make a bunch of other Damiens?"

*Links above lead to gratuitous, self-indulgent smut. Definitely not safe for work.

Behold, the fruit of the bashful Chen poll. It was meant to be a single pinup-like illustration, but one thing led to another (and with valuable inspiration from @ladyshivs and @extreme-neutral), it ended up as another choose your own smut 😌😌.

(Also, reblogs are disabled on the linked posts. So, if you’re planning to, reblog this one instead 🫣)