#tag: Asylum

[artdecosupernova-writing]

WIP Acrostic Tag

Rules: You will be given a word, and you must share 1 sentence from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter in that word!

Taking an open tag from @sleepy-night-child, and tagging @space-writes, @pertinax--loculos, @celemee, and @drippingmoon 😁 Your word is FOLLOW.

MAGIC—

M — "Messier 33," Warren muttered, turning to Thrive. "...That's Triangulum." (Meridian)

A — A long pause. Thrive lifted a hand to chest-level and out of his fingertips rose particles of light, the veins beneath his skin taking on the same glow as the obelisk. The light came together, swirled over his palm to form a star map of unidentified origins. (Aurora)

G — "Gladly." Warren leaned his hands onto the table. "Thrive's had virtually no issue being king until Delegate Sinkship took office, or, more accurately, all of the pushback he's received has been solved with a conversation or a compromise. Interestingly, that leads me to a pretty fun question…" He lifted his gaze to her. "Why does the human delegate have such sway over the others?" (Warpath)

I — "It is," Thrive said, unaffected on the surface. "It's who I, as an obhelian Protector, have been this whole time. I've done unforgivable things in my pursuit of justice, some of which have given me great satisfaction. I have moral ambiguity at times, mostly to do with my oath. I am not a saint. You and I have been together for several hundred years…I'm not sure how that slipped by you." (Asylum)

C — Controlling the essence w̷i̶t̷h̴i̸n̴ ̸y̸o̵u̵, the Emmuli growled. Disrupting the t̴r̴u̶t̸h̶, arresting your given capacity, reshaping your intelligence into the pattern t̴h̷e̸y̶ ̴f̷i̷t̷ ̸y̷o̷u̷ ̵t̷o̴ ̷d̷e̴s̵e̷r̶v̸e̷. (Eternal)

[tennants-in-a-trenchcoat]

Do people still make powerpoint memes?

[raynewolferune]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt1

Update 5/16/2024: Congrats guys, gals, and others! You have planted the seeds and they have grown. Today I wrote another 46 pages on this story (the first section was only 9 pages ya'll). I'm working on splitting it up into smaller sections so I can post it now because tumblr said no to doing it as one piece. I'll be using the tag #Meta Jazz Arkham Intern Therapist if you want to follow it.

Original Note: I'm going to go ahead and apologize for how OOC Bane is in this. It originally was Joker but I couldn't see Jazz tolerating his proximity for more than a single millisecond so Bane it is.

~*~*~

The hardest thing about being a Meta in Gotham was responding appropriately during a Rouge's attack, Jazz mused to herself. Or perhaps that was just the hardest part about being a Meta intern at Arkham while studying psychology at Gotham University. Or maybe it was just her, she considered watching the guards and Dr. Rylie whom she'd been shadowing for the past 2 weeks wide eyed, pale, and shaking as theybstared at Bane behind her. It must just be her, Jazz decided, newbie guard Kyle Jennings was definitely a Meta after all. She should probably give him some tips on hiding his enhanced strength considering how often he broke mugs, door handles, and other delicate items used in daily life.

"Weapons down or I'll snap her skinny little neck." Bane growled out, shaking her slightly for emphasis. She very much doubted that. Liminials were built different than the standard Meta, stronger, faster, better endurance, and senses even if they could mostly appear to be standard humans on the outside.  As such, their bones and muscles were much were much denser than regular humans or even Meta humans. Technically, she could be considered "invulnerable" much like the Kryptonians are.

"Back up! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie  shouted at the guards. "She's my student! Let him through!" His voice was higher pitched than she could recall hearing it before.

Ah. That was panic.

Jazz sighed involuntarily and glanced over her shoulder at Bane. Why the man had grabbed the only person close to his own height nearby was a mystery to her - no, nevermind, he clearly meant to use her as a shield - but it made looking him in the eye more difficult than necessary.

"Mr. Bane, remove your hands from my person, please." Jazz stated calmly, channeling what Danny called her inner mom as she spoke. "I will give you to one to comply."

Bane looked stunned for a moment then laughed.

"Five."

The laughing continued. Jazz could sense a stir of uncertainty through her colleagues as they looked on.

"Four."

"Did you really think that would work?" Bane snorted out, arms tensing more around her.

"Three." She continued, indifferent to his words from her experiences raising her brother. Once the count down starts you mustn't respond to anything the kids do or say until they comply or the count is done.

"What cab you even do if I don't?" Bane asked darkly breathing directly in her ear. She kept her face expressionless despite the urge to express disgust.

"Two."

"Jasmine..."  Kyle whispered halfway across the hall from her looking on with a pained and horrified expression. Gun tilting towards the floor. Sloppy.

"One." She finished and Bane gave a derisive snort.

Then she was moving. Hauling the enormous man up and over her shoulder using the arm that had been wrapped around her neck. Bane hit the cold tile hard enough that the tiles, subfloor, structural supports, and part of the concrete foundation buckled beneath him. His shoulder popped out of joint, his wrist cracked - a hairline fracture by the sound of it -  and his breath was punched out of him from the force of impact. She released his arm as soon as his was embedded in the tiles and moved forward. Kneeling over him, support most of her weight on her left foot resting on the broken ground, her right knees pressed firmly across his throat without supporting any of her weight. The position put more strain on her muscles than she would've liked but at least Bane couldn't risk fighting back without crushing his own neck in the process. He could hardly throw her while flat on his back with a mangled arm.

"Now," Jazz began, looking directly into the behemoth's pained eyes. "Do you know what you've done wrong?" She asked like she would have done with Danny as a child.

"Yes, Ma'am." Bane choked out. Jazz heard movement and murmuring behind her. She didn't turn to look.

"What did you do wrong?" She asked. It was important to make sure children correctly understood why they were in trouble after all. There was a long pause as Bane appeared to cast around for the exact right answer as if he feared getting it wrong. A bad habit Danny still uses as well, Jazz thought to herself.

"I tried to hold you hostage," He choked out in a rush, words tumbling over one another as he tried to get them all out. "I scared you coworkers and it was very disrespectful."

So he'd gone for the grab-bag response. It wasn't wrong per sey but it did indicate a past history of abuse. The type of answer given by someone who expected to be harmed or ignored if they gave the "wrong" answer. Danny tended to use that method also and their parents had always been negligent at best.

"And are you going to do it again?" She asked giving him a Look as she did. Bane's eyes widened and he tried to frantically shake his head as much as possible with the pressure on his neck.

"No, Ma'am." He promised fervently.

"Alright then," Jazz said giving him a warm smile. She gestured vaguely towards the guards without turning to look at them. "Kyle here is going to take you to see the nurse and then back to your room then. I'm sure you'll behave for him?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll behave." Bane said. Jazz stood slowly asking sure not to put any additional pressure on his neck as she did. Kyle came and stood next to her as the giant of a man slowly pulled himself to his feet then led him away with 5 other guards.

Jazz heaved a sigh. Well, time to find out whether or not she could play all that off as normal, non-Meta human behavior.

[animusrox]

THIRTEEN HORROR FILMS THAT SCARED TF OUT OF ME

[bucket-of-amethyst]

THAT MOMENT FROM SESSION 6 IF IT WAS JUST 1% GAYER[BLOWS UP]

[wimsiecal]

Maybe 2020 me was cooking something

[nipuni]

Campbell!! 🥰🎧🎙️🎛️🎚️

[herebutnotpresent]

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(individual images under the cut)

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[anyataylorjoys]

THIRTEEN (CURSED) MOVIES THAT SCARED TF OUTTA ME

Tagged by @ethan-hawke thank you Sav for having me relive my traumas 😂

tag rules: select 13 horror films that at one point in time terrified the hell out of you (gifs are optional)

tagging some cool people:

@devilsskettle @fridays13th @usermicky @talesfromthecrypts @celine-song

@madeline-kahn @hellboys @radicaloptimisms @lucy-mclean @chappelroans

@jdeanmorgan @losthavenmine @90scully @userlestat @evilvvithin

[weewookinard]

Some help from France to my American friends ❤️

This is not only for the 911 community but for every LGBTQIA+ American citizen who's afraid of their future and need help regarding the U.S. election.

France has a refugee policy that allows asylum for the LGBTQIA+ citizen all around the world. You don't need to be in danger RIGHT NOW, but the sole existence of a reasonable fear of persecution in your country of origin, or of violence against you is enough to justify your demand.

France might not be the best country and I hope you have the same policy in more European countries, but at least it is an option. Not the perfect one, but a way of finding safety.

You can check the government website here: Ofpra

You can also check this organisation which helps finding informations about the asylum seeking here: BAAM

Everybody feel free to add informations to help the LGBTQIA+ community searching for a way out of this madness ❤️

I truly wish you all the best ❤️

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Excerpt Thriving: Asylum

↳ "Orthrive'poliea."

"That is my name."

"Former Protector of Tey under the Oath of Caala."

Thrive released a deep sigh and laced his fingers together on the table in front of him. "Agent Cattaneo…" He appeared to think more carefully about what he'd intended to say, instead dropping his gaze to the electronic cuffs around his wrists. He raised his eyes to the man sitting on the other side of the table and schooled his face into a patient smile. "...Correct."

The tip of Warren's thumbnail detached between his teeth and he realized his head had started to pound from frowning so hard. The diminutive lights in the interrogation room did not account for the dense humming emanating from the brutal, dark, angular walls, nor did they explain the fact that both Thrive and Agent Cattaneo were perfectly visible, as if a diffuse spotlight had been trained on them.

He caught a glimpse of himself barely reflected on the window portion of the one-way mirror and flinched. The bags under his eyes were more pronounced, the gray beginning to manifest in his hair more visibly than he'd ever seen it before. He inhaled, unsure he possessed the courage to rub his eyes as he didn't want to miss what he was seeing.

"Your Majesty, I'm aware this is the last place you want to be," Cattaneo said evenly, retrieving a tablet from the bag sitting on the floor beside him. He smoothed his black hair onto his head and laid the device flat on the table, scrolling through blocks of white text. "Rest assured, if you answer my questions honestly, you can go back to your confinement without incident and without getting hurt."

Thrive's smile lessened in patience, but increased in condescension. "Should the expectation of being hurt have crossed my mind prior to this interrogation, Agent Cattaneo?"

Cattaneo glanced down at the tablet. "...Obhelian," he said at length. "Planet of birth is Slodia, country of birth is Tey. Is that correct?"

Warren watched Cattaneo's throat move. The agent's guard was failing and it wasn't immediately clear why.

"That is correct," Thrive said coolly, eyes never leaving Cattaneo's face.

"Currently taking the form of a male-presenting human…biological sex classified as markers HB3130-B formation 6…you've undergone entu'borah and are, in Earth years, approximately eight-thousand—"

Thrive sighed again, shorter and more agitated. He cast his waning attention onto one of the walls. "Yes, that's correct."

Cattaneo shoved the tablet away. "Alright, fine. Let's get right down to it, then." He narrowed his eyes at Thrive during a pause in which his forehead began to visibly perspire. "...Would you like to explain why you decided the way to stick it to the Consortium was to ———?"

A pit began to open in the bottom of Warren's stomach.

Thrive, however, returned his focus to Cattaneo. "I cannot dignify that with a response."

"D'you see these?" Cattaneo leaned forward and rapped a knuckle against one of the cuffs emitting a steady white glow around Thrive's wrists. "You're the only one in the entire universe with this level of security at current. These were invented because of you. What makes you think we haven't been preparing for this? What makes you think we haven't been gearing up for the exact moment you turned your back on the galaxy, your people, the very oath for which you've supposedly devoted your entire self and soul, 'Protector'?"

Thrive slammed his hands onto the table and also leaned in, causing Cattaneo to recoil before attempting—failing—to reestablish his dominance within their dynamic.

Warren's teeth clenched.

"I have turned my back on nothing," Thrive hissed. His eyes flashed, quite literally, a brief ribbon of gold ripping through the green of his irises and the voids of his pupils. "It is the likes of you and those clutching your puppet strings in cold, merciless fingers who have turned your backs on me."

"So your response, then, was to ——— to get your way," Cattaneo murmured.

Thrive hesitated. Then, his stare snapped to the mirror, where he instantly found Warren's identical one through the glass and held it.

"Yes," he muttered. "...It was the only way."

[xeaiheai]

First impression (? Perhaps (?

(I dont know if I've made a grammar error this isn't my first language)

I noised the shit out of it which tumblr might not like uuuh-

Also a closeup of Scarecrow cuz I like how I drew him

[tiffysdeath]

"yeah i watch american horror story for the plot"

the plot:

[teddybearty]

✨ HI I’M OPENING COMMISSIONS ✨

My job has been fucking me over for the last few weeks and I can’t survive in this economy so I’m opening commissions! No slots, no deadlines, just me making art for you!

So yeah if you’re interested feel free to DM me on here! 🧸💜

[bepoucorp]

some quick refs I made of Scarecrow and Harley for my universe/headcannons!

[laurapetrie]

The wedding, when it came, had a fairy-tale quality, in this very remote church, with no electricity, and it happened after dark. It felt quite otherworldly, very dreamlike. - John Perry Barlow

Carolyn was stunning and very stark — as if the few lights were just for her, with the rest of us in darkness and her betrothed's face leaning into her halo. When John fumbled with the ring, Carolyn gently put her hand on his shoulder and laughed. The moment that she put her hand on his shoulder to reassure him that everything was okay, that was quite a loving subtlety. But that was her. - Billy Noonan

It was an incredibly magical moment. I saw it as it was unfolding, almost in silhouette. It was virtually dark outside. John reached for the hand of Carolyn; she was caught off guard. I'm walking backwards in the light rain at dusk, and John does this amazing gesture, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. It was lovely, the spontaneity of that gesture. - Denis Reggie