#worst idea yet

[mochinoridgcg]

This is a really stupid idea like an actual one but I have to get it off my chest cause it's like what near the middle of the night and I've been thinking about it for a while.So we all know that drakkne near the end of the show has his flower powers,I'm not sure to what extent these powers go but from multiple scenes it's pretty clear he can form any type of flowers he wants.

Stay with me here right.If this man can grow any flower he wants this guy can do practically highly illegal things,like idk drug buisness.Its really stupid I might delete this later but whatever.Ive been doing research on random flowers and how like to use them on medicine and I stumbled upon one specific flower called the angel/devil trumpet,not only is it illegal if I'm correct,but it causes hallucinations,can knock someone out for 24 hrs or make them into a very vulnerable zombie like state,not only that it's poisonous to consume.So if these flowers are pretty much used as hallucinagents and mind you there's probably more flowers like these that have worst or drug like affects my guy can make a side business just selling drug like flowers.Would he be willing to do this I'm pretty sure not but its a really stupid idea that been plaguing me.Sorry for making you read this.

[lizmidfordsblog]

Not me brainstorming a fic where our Cale gets knocked out or faints idk after spitting out blood again. Everyone thinks (because they’re literally so traumatized from this) it’s gonna go as normal: Cale is going to be unconscious for a few days (maybe weeks), wake up, eat a shit ton of steak, and then promptly drop some batshit crazy lore/new information so that he can immediately go back to work.

A week passes, then two, then three. Cale breaks his record of twenty one days in a coma. Everyone is worried but they try to stay calm, since this

had happened before and the best thing they can do is keep things running in Cale’s absence.

Then Cale wakes up around a month after, with no warning.

He looks around blankly, barely processing the people in front of him nor the baby dragon crying in his lap. He touches his hair for a bit, notes the fantasy setting & and the talking cats.

Then he looks at Choi Han and frowns. He keeps frowning long enough that Alberu steps in and says his signature “my dongsaeng is driving me nuts.”

Cale goes wide-eyed, head whipping towards Alberu.

Then he whispers.

“…The Dark Tiger?”

Alternatively, our Cale gets knocked out of his body. Who else wakes up in his absence but our baby Kim Rok Soo from the Sealed God Test?

Cue chaos.

[vaguely-concerned]

thinking about how deeply lucanis' life has been defined by a lack of control of that life -- as he himself points out, even before the ossuary went and carved the headline out again with big bloody letters. of course he reacts badly to losing what little control he did manage to construct for himself even within those circumstances.

(namely: experience has taught him that things (caterina, loss, pain, love, all horribly and indelibly intermingled) will happen to him whether he wants them to or not and there's nothing he can do about that... but he gets to decide what's let in or out of his soul as it happens, even if he has to close it all down and deaden and numb himself out in the process. (even if that means he drifts further and further away from illario, who's been desperately reaching out and trying to keep hold of him until he finally gives up completely and tries to cut the bond all at once when lucanis doesn't seem to reach back anymore.) it's such rare well-observed freeze logic solidly constructed from the bottom up, I'm still so impressed with it.

the way illario seeks constant external means to cope with caterina's abuse and importance in his life -- he can't win her admiration or acceptance or warmth (or like. acknowledgement even, at times :') ), no matter what, so he goes out and finds those things in others and then disdains and dismisses it for how easily and falsely it's won from them. he plots, he conspires, he tries to beat her at her own game however clumsily, he tries. lucanis doesn't try things that way. he's not about 'how do I improve my situation' by nature, he's 'how can I stop this from getting worse'. he avoids, he internalizes, he hunkers down and makes himself nothing until the pain maybe ends. he's fundamentally not a plotter, he's a reacter. an expert assassin pantser, if you will, to illario's clear and stated exasperation fhsak. man I love them. illario says 'get us out of here!!! if you loved me as I love you you'd help me get us out of here before it kills us both', lucanis says 'there is no other place, there's nowhere to go, all we can do is endure. and if it kills us... well, that's just family. that's what love is (the way things are headed I'll die first anyway so it's fine I won't have to face losing you)', and they're equally baffled and hurt by each other's POV. but they're both right, and they're both wrong. there's no 'right' way to deal with caterina's treatment of them, or their situation. the house always wins, if you pardon the expression. house dellamorte still stands and that is what matters to caterina in the end more than anything.

it also fits so well b/c like... their core wounds are that illario is the least favourite and is constantly dismissed, so he has to prove to caterina again and again that he matters. not even that he's worth love or respect or warm regard, but that he's here at all and as such should be considered. he has to shout 'in case u forgot I EXIST!!' at the top of his lungs or else be rendered nothing within the family structure (and himself, because it's all about family, that's all that really matters. in some weird twisted way I think caterina openly declaring him before all the other crows to still be of house dellamorte -- and no one from house dellamorte kneels -- is kind of a victory for him, as much as it's also a furthering of a prison sentence and public humiliation. house dellamorte brainfuckery goes hard.). lucanis is the favourite, and it's the double-edged sword that he gets all the affection and attention but also all the control and impossible expectations. drowning under all of that constant stress and close evaluation, his brain whispers 'I don't exist' to try to escape, to hide and hold on to the deep parts of himself that are crucial to life but not part of the perfect grandson caterina demands of him as the price of her love.)

I think a lot about how what seems to disquiet lucanis the most post-ossuary (as it would anyone with that psychological makeup) is the dissolving of internal boundaries and control he's been relying on, which is part of what spite symbolizes. his anger and reactivity has seceded from the union to the point of personification as a little guy (a little guy he resents and fears for his unpredictability and invasions into regions of his psyche he wishes to stay frozen and barren, and yet cares about deeply, loves! and also constantly dismisses and frequently helplessly lets down unless he's helped to learn to do otherwise. does this remind you of another relationship in his life, perhaps. it makes me feel nuts to think about the illario/spite parallels thanks for asking), and now that little guy is out there running the show freely the moment he glances away or closes his eyes. literal nightmare scenario I feel for him so deeply. so much of his coping is predicated on being able to Not do or feel or want certain things, and that's out the window now, Spite has Opinions. Spite refuses to stay wisely in place even if that place is hell on the logic that if you move you could find yourself in a place that's even worse, somehow. Spite actually wants to experience the world, however fucked up and scarring the way he arrived here, not just endure it. Spite means he has to face that maybe illario wasn't wrong all those years, at the same time as having to admit and face what illario has done to him, and figure out what to do about any of it.

anyway. mary kirby ma'am that's some good fucking metaphor work. thank you, and sorry about all the shit that happened

[bacchuschucklefuck]

dreaming abt sophomore year class swap bard!riz

[mrmeepsmadmind]

i love when ppl draw bumblebee like the happy little creachure he is but also i love when people draw bumblebee like he's had 500 beers in the last 1 hour and still the pain won't even ebb

[nelkcats]

False Identity

Danny knew that if he wanted to escape Amity and all the chaos that was his life he needed to get a fake identity, move and go as far away as possible. He could probably ask Tucker or Technus, but he felt it was something he had to do on his own.

He made arrangements, destroyed the portal, said goodbye and ended up moving to Gotham. However his hacking job wasn't so good and he was discovered in an instant by the bats.

They decided to investigate him instead of confronting him directly, following Jim's advice that not everyone was running because of something malicious, Danny didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

He seemed to be adjusting to Gotham which was weird on it's own but the strangest thing he did was get a job in Penguin's Iceberg Lounge but that was more because of his job search than anything else.

His past records also showed nothing more than a child with poor grades and troubling injuries, probably caused by neglectful parents.

Damian began to fear the worst and hid the adoption papers.

[moldymutt]

average kid ?

[tridentkickflipper123]

I'm makin' microwaved meals

[overchromatic]

Unfortunately I am not immune to Jax.

[hyakwixgar]

Few mortals ever glimpse what you're about to see

[flowerflamestars]

Effloresce snippet

Trails radiated outward, tidal waves of long-ago receding water streaking pale across the forest floor until they bled together. One perfect ring outside another, eight trees caught in continual pink bloom, sheltering a salt-encrusted clearing. As though a whole sea had died, dried to nothing but salt and shore, here in a circle on the edge of ancient woodland. Here, over the grave. Nesta paced around where stone had been placed in the ground once, twice, desired speed visibly stymied by both her own wounded leg and Lucien, taking what were, for him, minuscule steps as he helped her remain upright. His gaze was a weight on Elain’s face, warm, but she found it hard to tear her eyes away. Set in salt, ringed round in cedar, eight points of silver-mottled alabaster stone made a star. At its center, laid clear, a single chiseled word: ARCHERON. Elain sank down to touch it, stone unnaturally smooth. Cold, as the misty night they’d passed in panic, waiting for more survivors, watching as the bodies were brought. How perfect, Elain thought, a compass for a grave. An Archeron knew always, where they were in the world, if only they could find the stars. “Something fae died here,” Lucien had been quiet since they’d left Velaris. Exhausted. “Something old.” Nesta sucked in a scathing breath. “Grandmother was human. So far as anyone believed.” A look up, in time to catch Lucien try to carefully pivot, to see Nesta shove him, to stand for a second alone, white-faced. Lucien sank down on his haunches, across from Elain. Dragged one long-fingered hand, surreally alive, through clumping sea salt, before pressing hard, palm down. Whatever the tree-roots told puckered his brow, gold eyes glinting bonfire bright in the dawn. “Two bodies.” Nesta looked at Elain. Elain wanted to stand, to go to her. To rise and run and- to stay right here on the ground until her weight sank into salt, until she was one with the soil, deep enough to demand answers from her ancestors bones. “She didn’t die at home.” Shore cedar, salt cedar, tamarisk- eight mortal trees blooming eternal in faerie to mark a human merchant. A human, and someone else. “She made another home,” Elain told her sister, brushing salt from her dress as she moved, stepping over the grave.

“She got out,” Nesta echoed, half hollow. She wasn’t shy about leaning on Elain, a fact that filled her with eye-stinging gratefulness. Nesta, her sharp familiar shoulder digging in, curious expression not enough to lighten the tense, tight lines around her bloodshot eyes, her worry-bitten mouth. Nesta, dehydrated and poisoned and perfectly herself, alive. “She wasn’t alone.”

[thesupernaturalhouse]

@fae-cookie-run-madness your aus have taken over my brain, have some fanfiction of white lily struggling after waking up as a result (I hope it's an okay read)

Ghostly memories (idk, im not good with titles)

currently, White Lily was crouched over her desk, a book laid out, and a list on the side of what she could remember. A candle on her other side so she could read

How she got there? Well...

White Lily was a...mess, to say the least when she woke up after.....she didn't know how long exactly, but that wasn't the point.

The point was that she had been confused and disoriented, from the shift of being asleep and...somewhere else, to awake again

She had tried to hide it from the others- what she couldn't she's sure her friends....

(did she really deserve to still be their friend after all she caused....sure she wasn't dark enchantress- not really, but her actions resulted in her creation even if by pure accident...)

Assumed was out of guilt for what dark enchantress had done- WAS doing, considering how Pure Vanilla kept comforting her

But it...wasnt

Well....not fully

She can't remember...much, but when she was asleep it was like she was re-living a different life, or watching that life be played out unable to stop any of the events despite her trying to do so

She remembers it all being so clear, but now that she was awake? It was all so fuzzy.

She had tried to ignore it at first, dismiss it as a weird dream- the result of wanting to be anyone else but herself

But they had been to vivid- felt to real for that to be the case. Felt to real to just forget or move on.

(It was stupid really. This whole mess they were dealing with now was because she couldn't give up her selfish desire for knowledge....)

(Though, at least she didnt plan to run off to somewhere in search of answers this time...)

They were so vivid that she's certain the only reason she responded to her name was due to the 'lily' she and the women shared in their name

And while yes, it was her dreams that mostly featured these memories, with the occasional break from them, she also got flashes of them when she was awake

Touching a sword gave her the memory of her- well, someone else, struggling to pick up a big purple one giggling when someone else picked it up with ease

And she swore she could feel and hear things that weren't there- namely, the feeling of something cold on her shoulder or waist, occasionally the name 'spider lily' being called out to her

So, no. She was certain they weren't dreams or something her mind conjured up to try and protect her

Which was what made it all the more weird.

Certain ones had gotten a bit clearer after she had gained guardianship of the tree. Which made her theorize that the increase in magical ability helped- while plausible, didn't exactly help her memory problem

Soooo she did what she usually did when something stumped her and turned to her books. Specifically, the medical ones on amnesia, since that's what it was akin to

And tested the 'treatments' on herself- none of the suggested treatments were physical, (not that that would have stopped her.)

But more suggestions to try and write things down, draw pictures, try to focus on memories that were fuzzy, etc

So she tried that- the images she drew were messy, and mostly objects. She was able to lsit a few things down though

A purple sword, purple armor, purple eyes....it was a lot of purple. She remembered cold yet gentle armor holding her, making flower crowns, wrapping up wounds, gentle headbutts, and a few more

They were like little moments in time, clips of the previous life. It made her ache for that feeling again, despite the fact she had never experienced it in her life

They didn't give her the full story though, she didn't know whose eyes she was seeing from, or who was with her, what time period

It frustrated her just as much as it made her more and more nervous. She hated not have an answer, especially when the theories to the answer were...complicated

If she was a reincarnation how? Certainly the witches wouldn't have renarnated a random cookie- especially not after what she'd seen them do....

Had a peice of the cookies soul been used to make hers? If so....how? And why? How much was used and...why were these memories only resurfacing now?

She couldn't recall having any memories like this when she was younger....

Frankly she didn't think she would've been able to handle it if she had gotten them when she was younger

Especially.....that one, she shivered at the thought

....not....snippet of memory was pleasant though. The worst one was of her staring at the sky, trying desperately to catch her breath.

She always woke up immediately after being picked up by cold armor. She typically wasn't able to go back to bed afterwards

Still, despite the gruesome nature of it, she still wrote it down. Every bit she could remember was important, after all. No matter how unpleasant it may be

And strangely enough, it was the most clear out of all of them. She can count the stars in the sky, pinpoint where the wound was on her body. Remembering the feeling of choking on her own jam....

Lily jerked back, eyes wide, heart racing. She groaned, of course she had zoned out and nearly dozed off whilst thinking of that memory....

Maybe that was her mind and body telling her she was to tired, she had been staying up pretty late trying to make sense of...this whole situation

She glanced in between the curtains, it was pitch balck outside, she really should be going to bed....

She bite her lip at the thought, letting her eyes close in thought, she really should go to bed. What good would she be as a guardian if she was delirious?

She jerked, once again, at the feeling of cold armor on her shoulder

Right.

That was definitely her que to get into bed.

With a heavy sigh she forced herself up and away from her desk

(If she focused hard enough she swore by the stars she could feel cold metal around her waist guiding her away gently but firmly)

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~bonus ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

White Lily knew that, eventually, she'd meet her beast counterpart, considering how they were escaping one after another

Still, actually looking at him was...shocking

Not, fearful though- she had expected to be scared, for him to immediately try to take her in a fight

He didn't he just....stared, as if he was in the same shocked state she was in because she recognized them.

It was the same cookie from those 'memories' of hers

Why? Why was he so familiar!?

Well, she knew why but....she had never suspected that cold but gentle touch of armor to be from a beast it was...

Shocking, distressing, confusing, nervewrecking

It gave her more questions then answers-

Speaking of nerves....they wouldn't let her move.

Part of her begged her to go run up to him, cling to them like a life line- the other part told her to back away, not let her defenses down for a second

She did neither

"Why-" she asked, trembling, when had that started? They'd only been looking at eachother for a few minutes, "why you"

They, of course, stayed silent. She didnt know how, but she could almost sense the hurt the words had caused. That he wanted to step forward but was scared of scaring her away

Like he was desperate not to lose her again

"I- I feel like I know you but I don't- I don't I can only remember so much-" she took a shaky breath, "I'm sorry" she said softly

As if she was apologizing to a life ling old friend and not a corrupted virtue. It just felt right

[kyoodledoodle]

hey um

just leaving this here

Oli Theorionsound as Wealwell

[jessicas-pi]

evil space dad and his evil space daughter

theyre on an evil space family road trip to Jotunheim

I don't have a little ficlet to go along with this art, but I do have some story/plot outline ramble stuff!

so. without further ado,

IDEAS!

Skoll and Hati are actual characters from Norse mythology, so Baylan Skoll and Shin Hati are both very fun and somewhat difficult to fit into the Rebelvengers AU! Here's what I've got worked out: Baylan is an Asgardian who was once well-known for both his wisdom and his swordsmanship, but over time, he was slowly consumed by fear over the foretold fall of Asgard in Ragnarok, and set out to prevent it. Shin is a Light Elf who he finds and begins training—more on that in a bit.

I'm going back and forth on if I want them to have killed the mythological wolves Skoll and Hati (who were said to devour the sun and moon during Ragnarok) as part of Baylan's plan for preventing Ragnarok, and have Skoll and Hati be the wolf skins they're wearing, OR if I want Baylan and Shin to BE the Skoll and Hati figures in the Rebelvengers AU, with the wolf-skins as just references to the OG mythology. Either way, there'll be a kind of becoming-the-future-you-tried-to-prevent thing, and Baylan and Shin unintentionally start the ball rolling on Rebelvengers Ragnarok in the end. (Despite my Evil Space Family jokes, they are more sympathetic characters here than in canon—misled heroes, rather than outright antagonists. Might give them redemption arcs, idk.)

but, BACK TO PLOT STUFF!

When a pair of Jotun warriors shatter the Bifrost in a last-ditch attempt to keep the lieutenant of an extragalactic warlord from invading Asgard and obtaining the Tesseract as part of his evil plan to destroy half of all life in the universe (it's a long story), the resulting shockwave throws many Asgardian warriors, including Baylan—who had returned to Asgard to assist in the battle against said extragalactic warlord—into the abyss. But instead of plummeting into nothingness, the energy from the explosion ends up sending him hurling along one of the branches of the World Tree, and eventually leaves him stranded on the dead planet Svartalfheim.

Soon after, he finds Shin, an orphaned Light Elf girl who was also cast onto Svartalfheim by the Big Bifrost Kaboom, and trains her, becoming someone she looks up to as a father. They manage to scrape out their survival for five long years, before they eventually stumble upon the five-thousand-year-old wreck of an Asgardian prisoner transport. They explore it, and piece together its story. The crew was killed in the crash—as evidenced by the empty heaps of armor, the warriors' bones long turned to dust—and the stasis pods containing Dark Elf prisoners taken in the Battle of Svartalfheim had all been smashed.

All, that is, save one.

They open the last pod and find that the prisoner within is alive. Awakened from her hibernation, this Dark Elf briefly attempts to murderize them both until they talk her down and convince her they have a common goal—getting off this planet. She agrees to an alliance, and they begin planning a way to escape Svartalfheim, combining his knowledge of seiðrcraft and her ability to walk between worlds to escape.

But her goals are much deeper—and much more sinister—than Baylan and Shin could imagine...

to be continued

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also here's a version without the blue tint. just because.

[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

[merakiui]

thank you scalding sands event for reminding me of just how crazy rich kalim is... orz i often forget how spoiled he is and how willing his parents (especially his father) are to do all that they can to ensure he's happy. like remodeling the entire scarabia dorm to fit kalim's vision so he wouldn't be too homesick. or owning giraffes and elephants. or even having an entire private park attached to their already massive property. he is so rich. it's driving me insane. T_T

i wrote about the tweels using their family's influence to essentially "buy" you, but the real buying of you quite literally happens with kalim. you, the servant he's grown so fond of, will suddenly find yourself swimming in wealth. all of these things are gifts, courtesy of kalim. your family is spoiled rotten, and it's such a whiplash. you try to be humble because that's how you were raised, but kalim insists. take these jewels! take this aureate statue! take this car so that you can get yourself a license and drive him around in it! kalim isn't even trying to curry favor with you by drowning you in excessive opulence, even though he very well could. he just wants to give you these things because he likes you and wants you to be happy! but it's so suffocating; you have to thank him because he's your master. your family will forever be grateful to the asims. but it's so awkward. you don't want any of these things. you just want to work in peace.

of course you can't possibly imagine yourself in a relationship with kalim. he's very sweet, but you just don't see him in that way. the gap in wealth is too great, as is your social status. so it's shocking when his father personally visits your parents with kalim, where he gives his blessing for kalim to marry you. and in addition to that, he delivers a very expensive care package, a means of goodwill. "our families will be one now," he says with a radiant smile, "so please think nothing of this little gift!" and you try to say no, but your parents won't hear it. how could you say no to kalim al-asim?! are you foolish? do you not see how lucky you ought to be?

but you can't quite call it luck or a blessing. it feels more like a curse. kalim loves you, yes, but you don't want to love him for his money or his willingness to mindlessly spoil you. but you don't have much say in this matter. kalim's made up his mind and so has his father. the two of you will be wed. it's a nightmare. jamil would pity you, but he's known kalim long enough that any sympathy he might extend to you has long since shriveled.