#powers gone wrong

[frownyalfred]

I want a JL fic that borrows from X-Men where Clark gets hit on the head a little too hard with something imbued by Kryptonite and suddenly he can’t turn off his heat vision. Cue angsty fic where he’s stumbling around with his eyes clenched shut trying not to get too upset/angry because emotion seems to make it worse, and then suddenly Bruce’s hands land on his shoulders. Calm settles over him. Someone’s talking in his ear, low and reassuring, asking him to open his eyes, that it’s safe, nothing will happen.

Clark opens his eyes, feeling the last of the heat vision fade away. Bruce’s face is inches away from his own. He never doubted Clark for a second. He never feared death, the awful kind of brain-boiling death that awaited him, should Clark fail.

[egophiliac]

YO TREY CLOVER IS HERE !!!

TREY NOOOO you weren't supposed to look so cool, I was supposed to be able to save my keys for all the upcoming birthdays, how could you do this to me --

also hey. hey Trey. what's in that bowl.

[arrimorr]

My ocs, Sir and Ser, aka the eldritch malevolent policemen 😔

[luxaofhesperides]

Soulmate AU: First Words + End of the World ; requested by @justwannabecat!

Duke has long since accepted that he doesn’t have great luck. Most things in his life tend to go wrong very quickly, or complicate situations he was already struggling in (see: being a meta and getting his powers in the middle of a fight). Having an incomprehensible soulmark is an unpleasant discovery on the morning of his nineteenth birthday, but not entirely unexpected.

He had been hoping for something simple, a common one like hi it’s nice to meet you or sorry, didn’t mean to bump into you.

What Duke gets instead isn’t even words. 

Scrawled across his left hipbone is a string of symbols glowing a faint green. They’re not in a language he recognizes, and the symbols seem to move, shifting ever so slightly so they look different every time he blinks.

“Well,” he says after a solid five minutes of staring into the mirror, unable to rip his eyes off his soulmate’s words, “I hope theirs looks nicer than mine.”

He spends his birthday in a bit of a daze, enjoying time spent with the Waynes and his friends. It’s hard to be fully present when he’s all too aware of the soreness on his hipbone flaring up each time he moves. It’s hard to keep his mind off of it, wanting nothing more than to search for answers, unravel the mystery of his soulmate’s first words.

“Something on your mind?” Jason asks, as the attention shifts off of him for a brief moment as Harper and Cullen get ready to leave and everyone rushes to give their goodbyes,

Duke shrugs, carefully keeping his hands still so they don’t drift to where his soulmark is hidden beneath his clothes. “Yeah. Nothing you need to worry about, though.”

Jason looks him over critically, then nods. 

Duke resigns himself to being investigated by the rest of the Bats. If he’s off enough that Jason had to comment on it, then that means everyone’s noticed and are trying to figure out what’s happened. They’re not going to ask him, because they think he needs space to work through whatever’s got him so distracted, but they’re also not going to just do nothing. 

This won’t be the first time they’ve done this. Duke expects it. Frankly, it would be stranger and much more concerning if they didn’t try to dig up all his secrets the moment they caught wind of him hiding something.

He’ll tell them about getting his soulmark soon. Soulmarks can appear on any birthday between the ages of thirteen to twenty five; they might suspect he got his, but they won’t be able to confirm.

For now, Duke can keep his soulmate’s first words (whatever that gibberish means) to himself.

He makes the decision then and there, as his birthday party winds down, to tell them in a week.

And because his luck is abysmal, a world ending threat hits five days later and suddenly there is no time for soulmarks and first words.

Duke is the last to arrive at the Fortress of Solitude, hitching a ride from Superboy to get there. The biting cold and the harsh winds keep the place far from the reaches of the rest of humanity, surrounded by nothing but deadly white. 

Desolate as the landscape is, it’s still in better shape than the rest of the world.

Things would be better if it was alien invaders. It would be more bearable if some sort of cosmic colossus tried to eat their solar system. At least then there would be something physical that they could fight.

Instead, the world is breaking apart, the sky and earth both fracturing to reveal glowing green faultlines. Timelines are getting mixed up and muddled; just yesterday, Duke had to evacuate a building that had been demolished forty years ago, then stop a gang leader who wouldn’t be born for another eight years from taking over a neighborhood block and holding the residents hostage. Strange creatures are appearing out of nowhere, crawling out of shadows and tide pools and from beneath the roots of trees, all horrible, monstrous things that go after people with teeth and claws. 

The Flashes and the rest of the speedsters are nowhere to be found. The last time anyone get communication from them, it had been Impulse sending Red Robin a glitchy, barely audible video chat saying something along the lines of “trying to fix—unstable—keep us here—never been alive before.” All things that are very concerning to hear, made worse by the fact that no one had been able to contact them at all. 

The quiet loneliness of the Fortress of Solitude is a welcome change from the constant screaming, death, and destruction that’s taken over Gotham as well as the rest of the world. Last he heard, even Justice League China was at the end of their rope. 

“In here,” Superboy instructs, guiding Duke through the halls. There’s no time to look around at Superman’s secret base. All his focus is stuck on staying conscious for another few hours to see if this gathering of heroes is able to find a solution to the world breaking apart.

Batman stands besides Superman. Both nod at Duke when he enters the room. Wonder Woman is watching over John Constantine as he writes something on the floor, muttering under his breath. The rest of the Justice League lean against each other, visibly exhausted as they wait for Constantine to finish up what he’s doing. A few other heroes are here too, and Duke goes to join them where they lean against a wall, fighting to keep their eyes open.

“Hey,” he greets, voice low. “Hanging in there?”

Wonder Girl sighs. “Somehow. I don’t know how much longer we can do this. There’s just too much…”

“We’ll get through this. I mean, even without us out there, plenty of civilians have formed rescue and relief groups to help with keeping things under control,” Speedy says, gently knocking her arm against Wonder Girl’s. “We just gotta keep going. No giving up.”

“What’s this plan, anyways? I just heard that they needed me here to some attempt to fix things.”

“Well, without the speedsters, you’re kind of the only one who can help with time and power related stuff,” Speedy says.

“That’s definitely a stretch. My powers don’t really have anything to do with time. It’s all just light and shadow.”

Speedy shrugs. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you? Too late to complain about it now.”

Duke doesn’t get a chance to say anything else when a loud clap catches his attention. The entire room goes still and silent as Constantine stands up and surveys the circle and symbols he’s written, taking up an entire corner of the large room. 

“Alright,” he says. “Time to get started. Remember, let me do the talking. If you have to speak, it’s only to back me up or when a question is directed to you.”

Batman nods to the other Justice Leaguers, and suddenly everyone is falling into formation behind Constantine. Duke hurries to join them with Wonder Girl and Speedy, taking a place on the edge of the group where he’s a little closer to the circle than the others. 

Constantine begins chanting. His voice is steady though none of the sounds make any sense, refusing to form themselves into recognizable words, and the air the in the room feels heavier. The chalk circle glows a blinding white and Duke can see magic swirling through the air, his power kicking in the let him watch as reality tears and a glowing star in the shape of a boy comes out of it.

Duke blinks, forcing his power down. The hypnotic swirls of magic fade from sight, but the boy still glows, bright and terrible as he floats above the circle and surveys them all. A crown engulfed in blue flame hovers above his head and the fabric of the cosmos is draped over his shoulders as a cape. 

Just from presence alone, Duke can tell that this figure is now the strongest existence in this universe. He hopes this boy king is kind; no one, not even Superman, would be able to beat him in a fight.

The boy king opens his mouth and speaks, but it’s not words than comes out. A strange static like sound emerges, but light and almost melodic. 

His left hipbone burns.

Duke gasps, hand flying down to it, and the boy king’s gaze snaps to meet his.

The world stands still. No one moves. No one dares to breathe.

And then the boy king drops to the floor and walks out of the circle.

“I thought you said that would hold him!” Batman hisses at Constantine, who is looking more and more distressed.

“It was supposed to! I wrote it specifically to hold the King of the Infinite Realms!”

The boy king glances at Constantine. This time, when he speaks, it’s in smooth English. “Did you name the king in your circle?”

“Yeah, I named Pariah Dark… Bloody hell, you ain’t him, are ya?”

“No,” the boy king smiles, “I’m Phantom.”

The cape and crown fade away, and suddenly it’s not an all powerful, terrifying king standing before them, but a young man with white hair and green eyes who looks Duke’s age. Like he could be any other new generation hero in the room. 

“Phantom,” Duke repeats lightly, just under his breath, but it makes Phantom look at him again.

He walks forward, ignoring the other heroes’ aborted attempts to stop him, coupled with Constantine’s frantic back off motion happening behind him. Phantom leaves the circle and the Justice Leaguers behind to stand before Duke, a soft smile on his face.

“Hi,” he says softly, “I dreamed of you.”

“You—what?”

“I dreamed of you. I have for years now. To think that being summoned was what made us meet—” Phantom breaks off into a breathless laugh.

Duke swallows, then drops his had from where it had been pressed against his hip. “So we’re really—? You have my first words too?”

In the corner of his eye, he sees Batman stiffen up. Maybe he should have just told them the day after his birthday, but in Duke’s defense, this is the definition of extenuation circumstances. 

“First words?” Phantom repeats, “Is that… Do we have different soulmate connections?”

“I think so. Here, everyone gets the first words their soulmates say to them appearing somewhere on their body.”

Phantom’s gaze darts down to Duke’s hip, then back up. “Oh. I get dreams. Where I’m from, we dream of our soulmates, and the closer we get to meeting them, the more we remember the dreams.”

“And you dreamed of me.”

“I did.”

“As touching as this is,” Constantine interrupts, and Duke gets to watch as Phantom rolls his eyes, “We summoned you here for a reason. Our world is falling apart at the seams and we need someone powerful, from the Realms, to help us fix it.”

“Okay.”

“...What do you mean ‘okay’?”

“I’ll help,” Phantom says.

“Just like that? No deal to be made, no price to be paid?”

“Just like that. I’m not one for deals anyways. If I can help, then I will. But I do want to see what the problem is with my soulmate by my side, if you don’t mind.”

Batman steps in, fixing Duke with a steady gaze, a barely noticeable tilt of his head. “Signal?”

“Yeah I’ll go with him. Of course I will. The sooner the better, in fact, because everything’s gone to shit.” Duke turns to Phantom, taking hold of one of his hands. “It is really bad out there,” he warns, “If you need help—”

“I’ll ask for help from others in the Realms,” Phantom says. “No offense or anything, but if it’s really that bad, I doubt living mortals will be able to do much to fix things. It’s why I was summoned, right?”

“Right. Let’s get to it, then.”

There’s a flash of mischief in Phantom’s eyes, and cheeky grin stealing across his face for a moment, before he says, “Aye aye, captain!” and picks Duke up like he weighs nothing and flies up through the ceiling.

Duke is able to hear everyone’s surprised, panicked shouts before they’re outside the Fortress of Solitude and Phantom is flying them away. He only needs a few directions from Duke before he finds the first of the large fractures in the sky.

“Yikes,” is all he says, which is not a great thing to hear. “I think I know how to fix it, though. We’ll need to do a little investigating as to who, exactly, started messing around with reality, but once we find the source, it’ll be an easy fix.”

“That’s the best news I’ve heard all week.”

“Even better than meeting your soulmate?”

“I haven’t slept for more than four hours all week. Knowing there’s an end in sight beats everything else.”

Phantom laughs, throwing his head back and Duke can’t help but drink in the sight of him, so ethereal and bright and full of life. “Fair enough! Got any ideas as to where we should start?”

“I’ve got an entire crew of detective vigilantes,” Duke replies. He’s not taking any more chances. No more waiting to talk about important things; he messed up by keeping his soulmark to himself, so he needs to make sure everyone meets his soulmate before shit goes south again. 

“Let’s go find them, then!”

They take off again, soaring through the skies that are barely holding themselves together. 

The world is still ending, and every hero is being stretched thin, but held carefully in Phantom’s arms, racing head first into a solution, Duke can’t help but feel that everything’s going to be alright now. 

He’s had enough bad luck. Now, his soulmate with him, bearing the title of King with grace, things are finally starting to look up.

[spiders-in-the-primrose]

Danny is the Kenny McCormick of the DC universe

Danny ends up in the DC universe with Kenny's type of immortality where anytime he dies he comes back and people forget his death.

except for people who were dipped in the Lazarus pits or had prolonged exposure to them can remember his death.

this becomes an issue for Tim Drake who seems to be the only one who remembers that Danny Nightingale was killed by one of the Joker's goons during the field trip to the planetarium

it also becomes a problem for Red Hood who has seen this kid die twice, once via a stab wound and another by a bullet to the head

[graciedollie]

hi, it would be cool if you did one where the reader is a witch with black magic who stopped using her powers because she hurt a lot of people but one day she is fighting alongside Ambessa and finds herself forced to use it to save her loved one, But there is one detail, the reader becomes very weak when she uses her magic (the ending is up to you).

I have an obsession with readers with powers so I would love it if you did it🙈, in your time!❤‍🩹

One Last Time

Pair: Ambessa Medarda x Powerful!Reader

Summary: You’ve kept your abilities hidden away from years now since the faithful day your parents were killed—by you. It was an accident and you regretted it deeply; though you still had your sister left, Faye, but she slipped from your fingers. You stay alongside Ambessa during battles all the time, nothing much—except this battle was more personal.

Warnings: Reader possesses black magic (umbrakinesis), reader has a little sister name Faye, Ambessa is just being Ambessa (ofc), mention of blood and death…pretty much angst.

A/N: so so SOOO sorry this took too long to like post !! (this might be long)

it’s not the same and it never will be.

You never could forgive yourself for that day. Seeing the blood covering the first floor, horrid cries ringing through the walls, and the lifeless bodies before you. Your parents. They felt cold to the touch, contrasting the warmth you usually felt of their touch—but now, that was no longer. Your mind was a swivel of a storm, blinding your senses as if it was a dark curtain. It felt as if this was just a nightmare—a nightmare you desperately wanted to wake up from, but it wasn’t a nightmare.

This was real. You killed your parents. This is your fault. They’re dead now because of you. You have only yourself to blame. Look what you’ve done.

Your eyes darted around the room as it feel that the walls started to crowd in on you, feeling as if oxygen was slowly fading from your lungs. You could barely even breath as you felt your chest tighten gradually, feeling as if you’d pass out. Your head was on swivel, not even being able to think straight—that was until you heard that familiar voice of your sister.

Faye.

Her sweet voice was replaced with that crowding octave of fear and panic, calling out to you desperately. Your legs dashed as quick as you could, keeping your eyes locked onto her—seeing how her face was etched in a sculpture of anguish and despair. You became closer and closer until she just faded away.

Gone again, she was.

Even so, you didn’t give up. She was all you had, but it just seemed that all efforts were futile. It felt that you were just running in circle before slipping into a deep abyss of nothing—until a hand clasped over your shoulder firmly.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes snapped open as you took a sharp inhale, looking around the room that was covered in the prestigious decor—the decor you became accustomed to since you started to work alongside Ambessa Medarda. You’ve been by her side for years now, becoming somewhat close to each other—close enough to be her personal guard that’s beside her at all times.

“Oh, right. Just another one..” Your voice was shaky and had slightly cracked as you straightened yourself out, standing up slowly as you took a moment to pull yourself back together. She analyzed you intently, taking in your shaken-up behavior as you looked around before meeting her eyes.

“I know. They’ve been happening more recently, no?”

“Yeah..”

She hummed in response as she crossed her arm, keeping her gaze on you before looking away as she started to pace around the room—hearing her heavy boots graze along the marble floors. “I see.”

Your brows furrowed tightly as your jaw clenched, squeezing your fist tightly by your side as you sucked in a sharp inhale—deciding this wasn’t the moment to dwell on this. There was an upcoming war coming. You needed to focus, but it was hard. She took in your troubled expression, stepping close to you as she placed a warm hand to your arm, “We’ll find her. I swear it.”

Your eyes snapped to her intense gaze, returning the firm nod as your lips pursed tightly as you clenched your jaw tightly, “I know…I just—never mind, Do we have a set plan?”

Her hand fell from your arm as she turned away, stalking towards the window as she saw the cast of the beautiful land of Noxus. War was coming. Everything had to be prepared just right and precise. She turned her head towards you with an intense gaze, “As a matter of fact, we do. It won’t be long till we are met with the face of the enemy. We must bring them down by any means necessary…”

She gave you a knowing look, the look you hated. Your powers were useful, but dangerous nonetheless. You’ve gotten much older and learned to control them, but they’re still menacing to you and others. She knew that, of course, but she as she said:

‘by any means necessary’.

Your brows raised with surprise and disbelief at her request, clenching your jaw as you shook your head with disapproval. “What? No. I-I can’t. I promised I wouldn’t use them again. I’ve used them once and swore to myself—my sister—to never use them again,” You hissed as you shot her a glare, a glare that was only filled with remorse and anguished.

You couldn’t do this…not again.

A small huff escaped her nose, stalking her way over to you before placing a hand on your shoulder; slowly tightening the grip as her piercing eyes bored in yours. “You must. Your abilities will bring great victory to this fight—I’m sure Faye would want her sister to make only the best of choices, no? Plus, power comes with a heavy price.”

She always knew how to hit that nerve. Of course seeing your sister again was all that kept you pushing—that kept you alive. Plus, you also wanted to prove your loyalty and strength for Ambessa—for your people, in that fact.

I mean, you were older, more trained and more experienced than the unfortunate past. You could possibly use your abilities one last time for this war and this war only. You improved greatly with handling it and you know Faye would only want you to do what was best, right?

“One last time.”

She knew she had you hooked around her finger. She knew which buttons to push to get you back in her grasp and she was going to use this to her advantage.

By any means necessary.

Dark thundering clouds crowded the skies, casting a dark hue across the horizon. Rows of soldiers lined up alongside the land, creating a rising tension in the darkened surroundings. The hands of soldiers clasped tightly around their weapon tightly, waiting silently for the signal to move. There was no doubt that blood will be shed—as there always was. No matter what side.

You stood alongside next to Ambessa, seeing how stood ready and stern in her position. A grimaced was etched on your uncovered face, giving a contrast to the masked soldiers behind you as your face was bare—soulless, whit eyes glaring with fiery gaze, lips pursed tightly and broad tightly knitted together. You were nothing but a mere shadow, a shadow with a eyes that told an untold story.

A dark aura radiated off you as you surrounded with a dark cloud, catching glimpse of thundering in the brewing mist—causing a starkness of haze arise. Ambessa’s sharp turned to you as she stared at you through the hollowed sockets of her golden mask, catching a glimpse of the striking scar across the precious mask. Your glowing eyes soon met hers, staring at her with a sense of determination and earnestness—it was time.

A moment of silence hung high as she raised her hand up with a swift motion, staying still before she clasped her hand tightly—declaring that it was time. Sounds of heavy footsteps along the ground, raucous ear cries of the soldiers and the piercing of flesh filled your ears as you roll in this moment before quickly turning to action.

A whirl of a dark storm crowded your shadow figure as lighting streaks flashed in the dark abyss, creating a whirlpool that rumbled the rough ground—causing a slight stumble in the heavy footsteps.

Your eyes snapped open as your arms rose up over your head, swirling a mist of gloom and ruinous strikes of lightning. Streams of dusky chains flowed from your back, raising dangerously in the sky before wrapping around the group of soldiers—squeezing them tightly before all the life of them splatted on the bloodied grass, coating it with a dark maroon and shredded limbs.

It was a bloodshed indeed.

Seeing the way their soldiers were getting slaughtered by some unforgivable force, the angered general bellowed a war cry as more soldiers charged at you—seeing the way their eyes were only filled with determination but that glint of fear, knowing they’ll only meet their demise. Your body shifted and morphed as more binds unraveled from your wispy body, revealing a bind of chains that hung over you. “You’re only meeting your end.”

Was all you said before the bound of chains grasped around the soldier tightly, lifting them up in the air with a swift motion before slamming them down on the ground—leaving a pile of lifeless corpses decorating the battlefield. Your body started to morph and form into unknown ways until you felt a wince of pain striking your head and a overwhelming sensation of fatigue.

‘Power comes with a heavy price’

The shadows around you soon died off slowly, letting out a shriek that hung high in the air before fading off to nothing but a whisper. Your vision became hazy as your eyes darted around the battlefield, seeing how Ambessa slaughtered each and every one of the opposing enemies—showing not an ounce of mercy. Your mind started to became only but static and strings of a disaster—occasionally seeing flashes of your parents lifeless body lying lonesome on the dirtied ground.

You stumbled back with a groan as you felt your body weakening, signaling that your powers were overexerting your body gradually. Shadows slowly engulfed your body once more until your were nothing but a mist, raising your arms high as a ravel of chains emerged from the palm of your hands, seeing a soldier charge towards you—eyes filled with that glint of determination and edge of fear.

Your eyes narrowed before widening as your mind flashed the face of Faye plastered on the soldier, who quickly swung their weapon at you with precise and quick motions—just barely striking you if you hadn’t vanished further away from them. You couldn’t help but stare at the soldier with disbelief, but also with a sense of rage bubbling within you. Chains emerged from your back as a whirlpool formed around you, charging the chains directly as you grasped them—swiftly pulling them close to you as you glared them down.

The soldier squirmed and struggled in the unwavering embrace of your chain, glaring at you with nothing but rage and resentment—nothing you haven’t seen before in your years of fighting. Your head tilted to the side as you took a good look at the soldier, slipping over the mask as you revealed their face. Your eyes widened as you took in the full sight of the soldier face, feeling your heart drop in your feet.

“Faye?”

Your voice cracked slightly as you felt yourself tense up gradually at the mere sight of your sister, Faye, staring at you as if she’d seen a ghost—a ghost that she’d yearned to see once again. Faye’s eyes were wide with shock and fear, but also a sense of enragement. “You promised.”

Hearing her words after all those years of losing her hurt you more than you’d like to admit, feeling your shadows around you die down—letting the chains die down around from Faye’s body. She stepped away with a distance, a distance that you wanted to close desperately but you knew you couldn’t. “Faye, you don’t understand that I had to! I-I know I promised, but I have to do what’s necessary!”

Your voice was etched with firmness and a hint of hurt as you took in the look of betrayal in those pretty almond eyes of hers, not letting the glint of resentment go unnoticed—only making that wound reopen even more. “The hell do you think mom would think of you? Dad? You’d think she’d still see you as her sweet girl—doing this as if it’s ‘right’?”

“Faye-“

“I needed you.”

God that felt like you were just stabbed through your heart, but only with her bitter words that soiled her tongue—but nonetheless, you and her both knew that was the bitter truth. Tears welled in your luminous eyes, letting the blob trickled down your darkened skin as you could only feel as if your entire world was coming down all over again.

“I spent excruciating years. Looking for you. High and low. Doing whatever I could to find you. You’re the only reason why I kept going—kept living, Faye. There was never a night where I didn’t think about you or mom and dad. I never forgave myself for what I did, nor could I ever do so.”

Faye eyes were filled with her own unshed tears as she took in your words, allowing stray tears to dribbled down her scarred cheek—most likely battle scars from her years on the battlefield. She inhaled a shaky breath before quickly pulling you into a hug, holding you tightly as if she’d lose you all over again—god, himself, knew you both couldn’t endure such. She buried her head in your neck as you did so too, engulfing each other in both of your warmth.

But as before, it’s not the same and it never will be.

A choked up gasp erupted from Faye’s lips as her eyes widened with a edge of panic and surprise, body stiffening as she felt tightening grasp of chains wrapping around her body—squeezing her gradually tighter by the mere second. Your eyes squeezed as your brows furrowed deeply, feeling the stray tears trickle down your cheeks. You could feel Faye’s body trembled with overwhelming sense of dread and fear, hearing the small whimpers and grunt of panic leaving her strained throat.

Her eyes met yours with a gaze filled with nothing but panic and resentment as her lips trembled, looking at you as if you were her last resort—only deepening the abyss within you. “I still loved you, Fay-Fay. Nor will I ever stop. I know you’ll never forgive this, but god, i’m sorry…”

That was all Faye heard as she felt the life slowly being squeezed from her body, feeling her heart rate drop and vision blur gradually until she slumped lifeless against the crimson ground. The shadows around you disappeared as you stared at her with nothing but anguish and remorse as you could see the portrayal of betrayal and shock in her soulless eyes.

All things ever do is end.

ermmm, idk how to feel about this one lowkey :/

taglist!!

@sillygirl-lol

[boar-cry]

blinding ire

All these foolish religious weepers and overzealous preachers; don't they know the Gods remain indifferent to the plights of man?

Omnipotent beings sitting high atop their shrines, deaf to the screams and sorrows so far below, collecting gold and rot as if offerings owed. And yet still there are those who carve their names in polished silver and iridescent stone; sculpt temples with diamond pillars and weave jewelry out of pearls; not out of desperation, but delusion – that if they worship so called divines, they can somehow remold their spoiled lives.

What good are useless Gods that regard us no more than grains of sand?

[a-literate-chicken]

I am actually not a big gingerbread fan personally

[brodyfoxxsmassivetits]

so... poweredd huh???

drew 2024 but man it REEKS of 2023 ough.. still cute though

also preceeds this post but technically both are tangentially related...cool!

speaks to how many ideas I have clanking around I forget about, call me captain unoriginal babey!!!!

[illmoraineakoi]

Do you guys think that when Dark was dying, he knew it, and became so overwhelmed by the visceral fear of his inevitable incoming death that he started desperately pleading to Alan to somehow come save him?

A forsaken creation, dying and agonized, desperately reaching out to his creator in a last ditch attempt at salvation.

A child, begging for it's parent's help, because they're scared and they don't want to die.

[m0th-h]

The love for the Avengers but hate for mutants will never not be funny to me

[quinn-of-aebradore]

I keep thinking about how Ashton’s been acting lately and I coming back to them saying that they’ve earned “a minor sense of superiority” for all they’ve been through in their life and then how through a lot of what they said after that demonstrates that that sense of superiority goes far beyond being minor. Especially the way they laughed and said “who else?” when the Hells asked themselves if they should really be the ones deciding if the balance of the world should be upended and remade. It carried a lot less of a “well who else is going to do it?” energy that I think it might’ve once carried, the sort of thing the Nein might say, and instead felt more like a “you really want anyone else but us choosing that?”, which aligns with the wildly out-of-hand way they were behaving in the council meeting. They really seem to be placing themself above everyone that was in that council room, especially with how they repeatedly said that all of those delegates are stupid and blind and so on, particularly those who answer to divine powers (I cannot remember if Ashton directly said that last night, but I feel like it would align with what they did say even if they didn’t put it that clearly).

What makes that very interesting to me is that Ashton is also a vessel for a higher power now, a power that—from the way they seem to be looking at things—is grander and older and more powerful than the gods themselves; a titan. They may not answer to Rau’shan, but they channel her power just as surely as any cleric or paladin might channel their deity’s powers. Which is a little hypocritical, but that’s not my point.

I keep wondering that if maybe, probably on a subconscious level, that connection to an older power than the gods is fueling Ashton’s sense of superiority over the gods and those who follow them.

[metalinjector95]

Honestly I had never met an fictional character who Deserved every right to have a more Valid Crashout than Jentry Freakin Chau!

Honestly I wished Jentry by near end of the season or in Season 2 would go Full Omni-man on some evil demon.

[completeoveranalysis]

[1]

And here we are in xxxholic Chapter 92(ish)! The final chapter in this leg of the reading journey before we switch back to Tsubasa.

In which Clamp show us this lovely cover and my thoughts go “Oh how lovely!” and “oops I wish I knew more about flower symbolism”. 

But I’m sure it is a very fitting and poignant flower choice! Full of many meanings for us to think about!

The AU where I’m a botanist is looking wild right now. 

In the meantime we have a couple of nice little touches that speak to their closeness, like Kohane lifting the veil to shelter Watanuki underneath it, and strands of her hair falling over his head and gently resting there. It speaks of a very soft and comfortable connection, which is something very valuable considering the nature of Kohane’s family and how they treated her. We never would have seen this kind of image of her when we first began her storyline, and it’s wonderful that she has support in people like Watanuki now. It’s showcasing an easy kind of comfortability and closeness that only comes when you really care about and trust another person - so this is genuine and beautiful change to Kohane’s life that only exists in the world because Watanuki is still here, which means it's an important note for him too. 

All that said it kind of looks like this could be an advertising poster for a new pair of earrings and it’s working on me.

[why-the-heck-not]

19.11.23, sunday

I listened to Succession soundtrack a lot today and had about the most productive day I’ve had in so so long

things done today:

7h of coding

went to my sister’s kid’s birthday party (mario theme 🍄)

[k2ulhu]

hulu was doing live coverage of the election until 2:00am, at which point my power randomly went out and when I reopened the hulu app on my tv the election coverage was replaced with