#spark of the resistance

[whoelsehasthathair]

I hereby present to you: My username-sake!

Literally, who else has that hair?

This excerpt is from the junior novel Spark of the Resistance by Justina Ireland. It's a quick read if you're longing for some Poe Dameron content!

The illustrations in the book are made by the one and only Phil Noto, who also illustrated some Star Wars comics including, but not limited to, the Poe Dameron comics. Which you should definitely read if you love some tasty Poe Dameron content.

[seaofreverie]

[spark-circuit]

WAIT i just got Regret EGO Faust. what do you MEAN they acknowledged elevator strats lmfao

[fuzzyspiderpawz]

I have a vision

[tinctureofdissolution]

my aethers vs. their colorpicked palettes

[ronkeyroo]

[uselessalexis165]

tried making some ttte memes (362)

[fannedandflawless]

The Wand That Yielded to Grief: A Snape Wand Theory

Darling, let’s talk wandlore—not the polished kind with Phoenix feather packaging and eager eleven-year-olds. No, no. We’re diving into Severus Snape’s wand. And the story? It's neither charming nor convenient. It’s charred.

Let’s begin with what little we do know.

The Canonical Silence

Official sources—wand replicas, Wizarding World merch, and the occasional lore snippet—suggest:

Wood: Ebony

Length: ~13.25 inches

Core: ?

That’s right, love. The core has never been confirmed. J.K. Rowling left it blank, the movies skipped it, and the books said nothing. Silence. Total silence. Which, frankly, is suspiciously on brand for Severus Snape.

Ebony, for the record, is a wand wood known for loyalty, strength, and an affinity for those who live by their own rules—individuals who walk away from the crowd without looking back. Sound familiar? Oh, absolutely.

But let’s go deeper.

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Was That Wand Always His?

Remember the infamous scene—Snape hanging upside down, humiliated by the Marauders? The Severus in that memory didn’t fight back. Not with magic. He thrashed, cursed, but did not cast. Some fans assumed cowardice. But darling... I can’t help wondering if it might have been something else.

What if the wand in his hand wasn’t truly his at the time?

Perhaps it was a borrowed wand. Possibly his mother’s. A hand-me-down, serviceable but stubborn. It could cast spells, yes—but not instinctively. Not like a wand that had chosen its master in a moment of absolute clarity.

At fifteen, Snape was still divided. One part aching for Lily. Another drawn to the shadows of power. His identity was not yet forged, his inner world fractured. And from what we understand of wandlore, no wand of serious character would yield fully to a master it couldn’t read with certainty.

So when James struck without warning—Levicorpused him into the air—there was no duel. Only shock. Scramble. Exposure. And possibly... a wand that didn’t respond.

It’s just a thought, of course. But perhaps that wand wasn’t his. Not yet.

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The Turning Point: The Half-Blood Prince

When did that change? Oh darling. The moment ink hit parchment and a boy wrote:

"This book is the property of the Half-Blood Prince."

That was it. That was the baptism. He hadn’t yet started anything with anyone—no romance, no allegiance. Perhaps Lily was already slipping away, and maybe, just maybe, resentment had started to take root. It might’ve been the first time he truly felt seen within Slytherin—not for being clever or strange, but for doing something that others there deemed right. If there was a turning, it wasn't toward someone. It was away. Away from the pain, the disappointment, the fruitless effort. Maybe that’s when power began to shimmer—not as a prize, but as the only thing that might still answer back.

From that moment on, his mind sharpened. Cunning replaced confusion. The grief hadn’t come yet, but the isolation had—and he began to wield it like a weapon. That’s when he would’ve acquired the wand we now associate with him:

Ebony wood

Inflexible

Cold to the touch, but alive in the hand of someone who never asked to be warm again

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Post-Lily: The Emotions That Forged Obedience

Now, fast-forward. Lily is dead. And Snape is no longer fractured. He is hollowed. The core that once wavered with longing is now filled with singular, punishing clarity. Let’s break it down:

1. Grief (but not the weeping kind) This is grief weaponised—steady, silent, permanent. He does not mourn. He functions. Every breath is penance.

2. Resentment Towards himself, Dumbledore, James, the world. And perhaps—even Lily. Not out of hatred, but from a wound so deep it blurred blame and pain. For choosing James. For becoming unreachable. For dying before he could make anything right. He might not have resented her directly—but in a heart that no longer knew how to grieve cleanly, every loss left behind a trace of bitterness.

3. Control Emotion stripped to its most minimalist form. No outbursts. No chaos. Just tight, merciless control.

4. Duty The unasked-for vow. The boy lives, so the man must serve. Not because he wants to. But because he no longer permits himself not to.

5. Emptiness The absence of desire. Nothing left to want. Only actions left to take. He becomes function incarnate.

And the wand? Oh, it submits.

Because by now, Snape’s emotional register is so sharpened, so pared down, that there is no room left to resist him.

He doesn’t ask the wand to obey. He tells it—and it does.

Because if it didn’t? The wand itself might’ve felt it—some deep, ancient knowing—that failure to cooperate wouldn’t lead to a scolding, but a fate worse than irrelevance. Not snapped in punishment, but surrendered to fire, repurposed as kindling for something colder. That’s the level we’re at.

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Final Word: The Wand That Yielded

Snape didn’t earn his wand’s loyalty through brilliance. He bled it out of himself.

"He didn’t tame his wand with greatness. He subdued it with grief."

Darling, if I were that wand and I so much as twitched against his will, I’d snap myself in half out of shame.

Now pour the tea, snap the fan, and tell me I’m wrong. I won’t argue—just raise a brow, maybe. But deep down, we both know how this ends, don’t we?

[space-gutz]

I love you magical girl transformation powerup

[humming-fly]

Re: Greed’s Ultimate Shield and electricity. There are people who do dangerous stunts with chainmail and tesla coils. They don’t get hurt because the electricity runs through the chainmail onto the ground rather than their body. So that means Greed’s Ultimate Shield might actually protect him from electrical attacks! Now full on lightning is debatable but might reduce the damage at least.

ayy that's something! I do wonder how much direct contact with the ground is needed, does the chainmail have to go that far down? Assuming greed's shoe soles are rubber that could help? or make it worse idk tbh I know rubber is an insulator but that's about it lol - clearly the only way to know for sure it to throw lightning at greed

[alphamecha-mkii]

Black One, Scourge of Starkiller Base by Amad Mir

[pineapplefulfillseveryneed]

Sparkstember day 10: Whomp That Sucker✨

[helvarcult]

There is a wound beneath the snow, and we have forgotten it’s there. We raise sons in frostbitten silence and call it strength. We cut out softness from our daughters and call it survival. We teach obedience and call it honor. We teach hatred and call it god.

Fjerda is not proud.

Fjerda is sick.

or from beyond the grave, Matthias Helvar leaves behind a manifesto, part confession, part revolution, written not for redemption, but for the burning of the old world.

unto stone we are (matthias’s letter) (3k)

[lightyourpyre]

@gempantheon x

The moment he opened the door he could sense something was wrong. Nothing looked wholly unturned, however... He could sense her dredging at the back of his mind. Pissed. Seething. Kill.

Kill who..?

It doesn't help that the moment he stepped foot within their shared home, Ruby practically leaps at him, Tobaz and Colbalt behind her. ...Something happened. Something's terribly wrong but he can't pinpoint what.

Johan's gone, again. But he wouldn't have left... He frowns, moving toward his duel disk. Something else he wouldn't have left behind. Ruby would've never been left behind, even as she sits on his shoulder. Topaz and Cobalt look as though they've also been itching to find him, anger across their faces in bold. It almost reminds him of....

Rainbow's anger practically drenches every other one of his emotions, filling him with a vigor he'd never thought he would since.... Well... He shakes it off, he could hope that Johan had wandered off by himself. He was holding onto that thought, as he pulled out his phone and dialed.

"Hello?"

His worst fears were confirmed, he bristled. "Where's Johan." he grinds out. There was a fiery pit in hell waiting for this bastard. The already angry feeling in his chest tenfold when he gathered up the remaining Crystal Beast's cards and put them on top of Neos. Rainbow at the very top.

He was aware he'd have to find the other Crystal beasts, the missing ones. "If you've done anything to him, I swear to Rainbow Dragon that I will make sure nobody will find the bloody pieces of you that remain."

.... There will be hell to pay, and his last string has been snapped.

[itskeej]

Bros playing Ultrakill? Alright everyone add Gabriel into the list

LEAVE ME ALONE I DONT NEED TO DEAL WITH THIS- /lh

artistic rendition of when i first fought him

i think he'd sooner cut my head off. and i would also sooner see him bleed-

[cilogram]

A very hazy summer day in the sunflower field, featuring flat Russell and flat Ron.