#Soon though. i have a feeling. a strong psychic feeling.

[steddiealltheway]

Eddie and Nancy start talking to each other as a result of the fruity four hanging out together. It’s not that Robin and Steve are excluding them or anything, but sometimes they’re just on a different level with their weird platonic soulmates psychic communication whatever they call it. Anyways, Eddie and Nancy bond over the weirdness of it, but quickly become good friends.

Like good friends. Eddie is at the point where he thinks he can call Nancy his best friend - sorry Gareth you’re like second in command best friend. Sure, they’re a strange mix, but she’s been there for him even after he came out to her. Shortly after, she had revealed that she thought she might have feelings for Robin, and Eddie was absolutely ecstatic and encouraged her to go after her.

See, Eddie is determined not to lose Nancy as a friend. Because what they have is pretty close to what Steve and Robin have which is really saying something. Plus, Nancy is just a good person, so Eddie would never do anything to hurt her. Which is exactly why the only thing he will never tell her is how strong his feelings are for Steve Harrington.

One of the number one rules is to not date your friend’s ex - especially your best friend’s ex. At least, that’s one of the things Eddie got from the cheesy films that he and Nancy love to watch. But he vows to never ever make a move on Steve, and of course Steve will never make a move on him first.

So, Eddie sees nothing wrong with watching a second movie with Steve after Robin and Nancy have left. In fact, Nancy encouraged him to stay with a knowing smile, and if he didn’t know any better, that smile would mean that he should make a move. But there’s no way. Even though Nancy has feelings for Robin - and looks to be on her way to dating her soon - Eddie will not date her ex - well, attempt to date her ex.

And yes, maybe Robin got permission from Steve to date his ex, but that’s because Steve is just the kind of guy who would never sacrifice Robin’s happiness for his own. Nancy is probably the same way, but that just seems like it’ll leave a bitter trail of resentment.

So Eddie tries not to lean into Steve’s touch in the slightest even when he scoots over and drapes an arm over the back of the couch. He’s entirely on edge through the first few minutes of the movie, and then it becomes worse when he realizes Steve is staring at him. Eddie glances over to ask him if he has something on his face when Steve starts to lean in - eyes locked on Eddie’s lips.

Eddie scrambles back until he’s on the end of the couch. “What are you doing?” Eddie asks, breathing heavily as his heart races.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Steve asks with all the Harrington charm that would make Eddie swoon if he wasn’t so terrified.

“You… you can’t do that,” Eddie says as Steve scoots in closer.

He looks over him then stops. “Hey, if I read things wrong, then I’m so sorry. I’ll let it go. But I really thought you liked me,” Steve says eyebrows pinched together.

Eddie sighs. “Is it that obvious?” Then he freezes as he realizes his grave mistake. He should’ve just taken the bait and said he didn’t like him. Shit. What will Nancy think when she finds out?

Then Steve is smiling again and making his way to Eddie’s end of the couch. He flirts, “If you like me, and I like you. Then, I think there’s a pretty simple solution to those feelings.”

Eddie quickly gets off the couch and backs up until his back is against some wall. “Steve, we can’t do this.”

“Why not?” Steve asks with his head cocked to the side looking entirely confused and adorable.

“Because Nancy!” Eddie explains because it’s clear as day that there’s no way this would work since she’s his best friend.

Steve looks even more confused as he stays sitting on the couch. “I’m not dating Nancy, Eddie. And I don’t like her anymore if that’s what you’re trying to imply.”

Eddie takes a deep breath. “I can’t date my best friend’s ex,” he says firmly.

For some reason, this has Steve standing up and making his way to him with a smile. “You’re concerned about hurting Nancy?” Eddie nods because yeah of course he is. Then Steve is getting up in his personal space again and leaning in. “And what if I told you Nancy encouraged me to make a move on you?”

“What?” Eddie splutters out. There’s no way. He hadn’t even told her about his feelings.

Steve’s flirtatious grin disappears as he looks into Eddie’s eyes. “Eddie, I’m serious. I told Nancy about the way I felt, and she told me to do something about it because you definitely felt the same.”

“I didn’t even tell her,” Eddie argues. And Steve finally pulls away. Then, he grabs Eddie’s hand and tugs him into following him. Before Eddie knows it, Steve has a phone in his hand as he dials a number.

“Hey. Yeah, it’s me… Everything is okay here, don’t worry… Yes, I made a move… And Eddie here is refusing all of my advances because he’s afraid to hurt you… of course.” Steve holds out the phone to him. “Nancy wants to talk to you.”

Eddie reluctantly takes the phone. “Hello?”

“Edward Munson, you better kiss Steve right this instant.”

Eddie’s mouth gapes and then he’s firing back, “Nancy Wheeler, I refuse to date your ex because that’s one of the number one rules of what not to do to your best friend.”

There’s a pause on the other line. “What in the world are you talking about?”

Eddie’s hand goes flying up. “In all those movies the girl is backstabbed by a friend who dates her ex and that ruins the whole friendship! I’m not doing that to you!”

There’s a sigh and then Nancy says, “Eddie. Please tell me you’re not basing our friendship off crappy drama movies.” Eddie pauses as he thinks back to all the advice he’s taken from them. There’s a soft, “Oh my god,” on the other line as Eddie twists the phone cord up in his hand. “Okay, okay. Hear me out. Using those movies as example, you know what every one one of those have in common?”

“No,” Eddie admits quietly.

“The girl never gives the other friend permission, and if she does, she certainly doesn’t encourage her ex to act on it as well! Plus, the girls in all those movies are kind of bitches, and I would like to think we don’t stoop as low as they do.”

Eddie takes a breath and quickly asks, “Nancy Wheeler, please tell me you will not hate me forever if I date your ex.”

“I will hate you forever if you don’t date Steve. Eddie, you’ve been pining after him for months!”

“But don’t you think that will lead to some kind of resentment on your part?” Eddie reasons.

There’s a pause on the other line. “The only resentment will come from you because I’m entirely over Steve, and I want both of you to be happy. Plus… I’m pretty content with Robin right now.”

Eddie smiles as he eggs her on, “Pretty content you say?”

There’s a laugh on the other line before Nancy says, “We’ll talk about this later. But right now you better kiss him. He’s been pining after you for some time too, but I never told you that!”

“I love you,” Eddie says sincerely.

Nancy voice softens. “I love you, too. Now get your damn man.” She hangs up and Eddie carefully puts the phone back on the receiver. He turns to find Steve no longer near him. He wanders back to the living room where Steve sits on the couch, foot tapping quickly as he stares off into space looking so concerned that it’s actually endearing.

“Steve?”

Steve’s head snaps to the side as Eddie gets closer to him. “Yeah?” He asks sounding endlessly hopeful.

Eddie leans down and asks, “Is that kiss still an option or…”

Steve takes a moment to process, but then he’s breaking out into the biggest smile as he replies, “Yes, it’s still an option.”

So, Eddie finally leans in and kisses Steve.

He’s going to have a lot to tell Nancy later, including a solid thank you.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #stranger things #steddie ficlet #Eddie and Nancy as the bestest of friends

[kryptonian-bat-thing]

Superman shows up at the Hall of Justice as everyone is minding their own business. Flash, Cyborg and Green Lantern are chatting by the cafeteria while Martian Manhunter and Aquaman are watching Hawkgirl spar with Wonder Woman.

The Man of Steel stops by each member and hands them a card and a box, each one decorated accordingly to their themes and likings.

"Happy Valentine's!" his smile flashes as he speaks. Tilting his head and turning to the sides, he then lifts an eyebrow. "Where's B?"

"Didn't show up today," Flash replies, unraveling the pretty lightning themed bow that held his gifted box shut. "Try checking the monitor room."

"He is not here. Perhaps he is patrolling Gotham at this hour." J'onn adds after a quick psychic scan, smiling to see the Oreo dessert that Superman got for him in his gift box.

Kal wishes them all a happy Valentine's day once again, before exiting and soaring to the sky in Gotham's direction. The early night settled in with the melting snow as he held close the last boxes on his strong hands.

"Superman!" a familiar voice reaches him, from the top of a sky scraper. He lowers himself to float near a small figure on top of a gargoyle.

"Hello, Robin! Have you seen Batman around?"

The small boy ties his thick eyebrows in a scowl. They are so much like his father's, Superman chuckles internally at the resemblance.

"Don't worry," he opens a friendly grin to the boy "I brought something for you as well. Jon sends his regards." Handing the smaller box to the boy, a flashy card with an attempted portrait drawn attached to it. Although he pretends he can't, Kal notices the hitch on the kid's heartbeat when he grabs and takes a look at the gift.

A nod as thanking, the boy wonder jumps off and grapples, disappearing into the Gotham night. Kal follows him with his head.

As he faces the dark, a known heartbeat comes behind him, in the shadows. He plays as though he can't hear it, waiting for the sign to acknowledge the Dark Knight's presence.

"Superman." it's broody as always, but not as cold as when they first met. A subtle fondness hides under the growling bat, as the hero swirls around to face it.

"Hey, B." he steps on the gargoyle as the other comes close to it as well. "Happy Valentine's."

"I told you not to wander into my city like that." lifting an eyebrow, the bat claims with his arms crossed over his chest. His gauntlets are dirty, as if he's just out of some punching and kicking criminals. Superman's sapphire eyes meet the cowl lenses with awkwardness as he fidgets with the last box.

It is black and wrapped with a bow with yellow hearts. It's no bigger than his two hands, but it feels like holding his own heart as he sticks it out for his best friend to grasp.

As Batman does so, his face twitches almost unnoticeably for anyone who isn't as close to the man as Superman is. He opens it slowly and gives into the urge to smile, a light smirk pulled on the edge of his lips.

"You shouldn't have." the Knight jokes, lifting up the silly plushies gifted by his friend. It's a Batman and a Superman plushie, but the man soon notices that they are united by some sewn strings on their stubby hands. Something is embroidered on them: Super Friends. The Bat can't help but chuckle.

"I know it's corny, but I thought it was fitting." the kryptonian approaches even more, his grin brighter than the sun itself. Batman traces over the message with his dark gloves, feeling how fresh and homemade these are compared to the rest of the plushies' sews.

He closes the gap between their faces, two figures on the inky skyline professing their closeness to each other. He hadn't even glanced at the clearly bought cards that said "you are my hero" and "be my Valentine".

#i wrote this out of boredom #clark seems like the type that gifts his friends on valentine's too #superman #dc #batman #dc comics #superbat #justice league #superman x batman #batman x superman #mini fic #superbat ficlet #superbat fic #i might draw these later

[jangofettjamz]

Turn It Off!

Gentle!Wednesday x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: Wednesday comforts you after Enid almost sends you into sensory overload.

Words: 1076

Wednesday POV

Normally I would resent anyone who would even dare to think of asking me out, but that all changed when a particular psychic boy asked me to be his friend, and soon to be boyfriend.

Y/N L/N, a real gem among idiots.

I instantly took a liking to him, he's different from everything else and I soon came to find out why.

Y/N has autism spectrum disorder, which would be a valid explanation for some of his behaviour since coming to nevermore.

He's extremely shy, when he asked me to be his friend he almost broke at the seams. He's really nervous during any kind of social interaction with those he doesn't know.

Loud noises are especially irritable for him. Wolves howling in the quad would be torture for him, making him put his headphones on the second he sees them about to howl.

Meltdowns. Some imbecile thought it was funny to blast an air horn into his ears during lunch break, the result was Y/N having a meltdown with no one able to help him.

When we started talking I knew he felt a connection to me, he was a bit scared of me but also intrigued.

He's vastly intelligent, easily an IQ of 160. He's truly gifted with intelligence and that's coming from me. I'm not one to be humble.

When we started dating I took him to the weathervane, I didn't want to scare him like I did with everyone else. He's a fragile boy and didn't deserve that.

I wanted to protect him, to care for him and help where everyone elsen had failed him.

I love everything about him. I love the he'd hide his hands in his sleeves when he's shy. I love the way he talks about his favourite things in great detail. I love the way he could come to me when he's upset.

I love him, so very very much.

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Me, Enid and Y/N are currently studying for our botany test next week. Enid, as usual, is procrastinating while me and Y/N have been studying since the test was announced.

We both go to reach for the eraser on the desk next to us, only for our hands to touch. I kissed the top of his hand making him blush madly, he really is cute; I hate myself for using that word.

Enid is dancing around her room being the foolish lycan that she is, she never ceases to amaze me how foolish she can be, its actually quite remarkable.

Suddenly, she decided it was a good idea to start blasting her incessant music out of her speakers, causing Y/N to cover his ears and whimper out of discomfort.

"Enid, turn it off" I said with a warning tone, though she only chose to ignore me and do her embarrassing dance moves in front of my face. Y/N began to whimper louder, making my anger with Enid rise to new heights.

"Enid turn it off!" I said louder; no effect was made.

"Why? It's getting boring in here, let's have some fun!" She said loudly, only adding to Y/N's discomfort. I was furious.

"ENID!" I shout, startling the both of them. "Can't you see that Y/N is getting upset because of your music blasting his ear drums apart, he's sensitive to noise you imbecile!" She looked over to Y/N to see him curled up in a ball with his hands over his ears, a guilty expression painting her face.

I point my finger to the door. "Get out" is all I say. She obeys and walks out with her head hung low. She knows about his noise sensitivity and yet she still does this, the audacity of some people.

Though my anger was strong and prevalent, I still heard faint whimpers from my side of the room. Y/N was still feeling uncomfortable after all that noise and was curled up in a ball on the floor by my desk. Thing was trying his best to comfort him, but nothing seemed to work.

I walk over to him and sit down opposite him with a gentle smile on my face. I patted my knees indicating for him to sit in my lap, he nodded and crawled into my lap and I hugged him tight, he preferred pressure over feather light touches.

He sniffled quietly, hoping I wouldn't notice. He looked away from so that I wouldn't see the tears streaming down his face like a river, as if I'd resent him for it. I pulled his face by his chin to look at me and offered a reassuring smile. I only ever smile for him.

"It's okay to cry in front of me, I won't be mad. Please don't be afraid to cry in front of me, I don't want you to be scared of me, darling." And with that he broke, he hid his face in my shoulder as I stroked his back, my blazer becoming wet with tears but I didn't care.

"I'm sorry Wednesday, I know you hate emotions." He said through his sobs. I felt my heart break a little, he thought I'd hate him for it.

"No it's okay, sweetheart, it's you so I don't mind at all. I would never be disappointed in you for being upset. Enid is the one I'm disappointed in, she should've been more mindful of your needs."

I pulled back from him. "Can I kiss you?" He nodded and I planted a gentle kiss to his lips. "Wanna cuddle for a bit?" He nodded again and I guided him to my bed.

We sat on the bed and I held him with a vice grip from behind. I wanted to reassure him that he's okay to be emotional around me. I had not realised he feared me so much.

"I won't leave you for being emotional Y/N, you know that right?" I whispered behind him. "I'm always here to listen you, I know it can be hard to operate somedays and it can be overwhelming for you, I'm hoping you'll let me in and help you and comfort you in any way I can." He turned around, he looked taken aback by what I said, I meant everything.

"You would do that? For me?" I smiled and nodded

"I'd do anything for you, mi amor." He leaned forward and kissed me gently, smiling against my lips which I happily returned.

Maybe I'm not unlike my mother and father after all...

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #male reader #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday #autism #comfort #jenna ortega x y/n

[unclewaynemunson]

The final part to the Wingman Wayne AU is here! (And I also decided to publish the whole thing on ao3!!!)

'You got somethin' you wanna tell me?' asks Wayne when he steps out of the trailer to join Eddie for a smoke, the door creaking behind him.

Eddie still can't believe how that man never fails to be one step ahead of him.

'Um... Can I um...' He clears his throat. He doesn't know why he's being so nervous all of a sudden – it's just Wayne, after all. 'We're having dinner together tomorrow, right?'

'Always on Sunday,' Wayne confirms. His perceptive blue eyes wander over his nephew’s face like he's concerned about something. Then, a strong hand lands on Eddie’s shoulder.

'You know you can tell me anything, right?'

Of course he does. He breathes out, thinks back to that excited look in Wayne’s eyes when he first gave Eddie that number. Wayne’s safe. Always has been, always will be.

'Can I invite my boyfriend?'

His uncle arches an eyebrow, deepening the lines on his forehead. 'Your boyfriend, huh?' he repeats. 'Is he named Chad?'

Eddie bursts into laughter. Of course he would react like that.

'No, he's not,' he answers. 'He's named Steve.'

'Ha! I knew it!'

Eddie only rolls his eyes; of-fucking-course this was going to happen.

'So I take it you wanna tell me you learned to never doubt your old uncle again, huh?’

Eddie snorts. 'Need I remind you that I only met up with him to stop your ridiculous matchmaking?'

'And now that you know how wrong you were ‘bout that one, you wanna apologize to me for bein’ as stubborn as a goddamn mule and beg me to not stop my matchmaking after all?'

'No, I very much still want you to stop that,' Eddie retorts. 'I'm actually planning to keep this one around long enough for you to never have to play matchmaker again. But you know what, Steve has this lesbian friend, I'm sure she'd love to be set up with a cute girl who “looks like a lesbian” to you.'

Wayne doesn't seem to register the sarcasm in Eddie's voice or the teasing twinkle in his eyes; he frowns, looking like he's deep in thought, before his face lights up all of a sudden.

'I met this nice young lady who works for the Gazette, she did some article 'bout the working circumstances at the plant a couple weeks back. Was real polite, actually listened to what we had to say for a change... I'm sure she'd get along just fine with Steve's friend.'

Eddie starts cackling. 'Don't let it get to your head now, old man.' He pauses. 'Or actually, maybe you should. You could become, like, the psychic of the gays. Earn lots of money with it.' Eddie wiggles his eyebrows as he says it.

Wayne merely shakes his head at him, but an almost invisible smile is tugging at his lips. Suddenly, he brusquely pulls Eddie in for a sideways hug.

'I'm happy for ya, Ed. You better keep your Steve around for a while, alright?'

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As soon as Steve arrives at the trailer, Eddie launches himself into in his arms and immediately gets himself a taste of the most delicious kind of strawberry known to mankind, because he might as well profit as much as he possibly can from the fact that he can actually do that now.

Steve gapes at him, his mouth hanging slightly open and his eyebrows raised in bewilderment. 'Dude. Did you just lick my mouth?'

Eddie shrugs. 'Tastes like a lollipop.'

It isn't until he takes a step back that he properly notices the parts of Steve that aren't his pink lips: he's wearing a dinner jacket and holding a bunch of flowers – which by the looks of it got mildly maimed by Eddie's enthusiastic greeting.

'What the fuck, Stevie.' It slips out before Eddie can help it.

'What?' Steve gives him another confused look.

'I mean, don't get me wrong, you're looking insanely hot right now, but... Why are you dressed like we're about to go to the opera?'

'Meeting the parents for the first time, gotta make a good impression!'

'You already met Wayne,' Eddie blankly points out.

'I didn't meet him as your boyfriend, though.' Your boyfriend. It feels fucking unreal to hear Steve say that. And judging by the way it makes Eddie's stomach all floaty and his mouth unable to stop smiling, it's gonna be very bad for that scary metal image he's been working so hard on crafting for himself.

'He's already, like, your number one fan,' Eddie says. 'You need to fuck up real bad to not make a good impression here.'

An adorably relieved look crosses Steve's face at those words.

Eddie squints at Steve's clothes, from the baby-blue button-down to the neatly polished fancy shoes that already got completely ruined by the muddy trailer park ground.

'Dude, you know where we are, right?' he says. 'Just – take a look around you. Do you think we are the kind of people that care about formal clothing and fucking flowers? We were barely able to fit a third chair around the dinner table, we're literally gonna be eating canned macaroni.'

Steve furrows his brows. 'Are you trying to scare me off?'

'No, I'm just giving you the facts. Because you look like you were expecting cloth napkins and, I dunno, maybe the Queen of England.'

'Not really. Just wanted to do it properly.' He shrugs lightly and suddenly seems smaller, like Eddie is not the only one who sometimes gets overwhelmed by figuring out this whole relationship thing they have going on. 'It's important to me. And honestly, your uncle deserves even more respect than the Queen of England, for getting you into my life, you know.'

And Jesus, if that isn't enough to make Eddie melt into a puddle right on the spot... He hopes Steve doesn't notice how rapidly he's suddenly blinking.

'So, you gonna take these or not?'

Steve holds out the flowers, almost hesitant, like he's half expecting Eddie to refuse them. As if he could ever refuse anything Steve would gift him.

'Why thank you, my darling,' Eddie says with a bow. 'You're actually the first guy who ever brought me flowers.' He lets his fingers linger around Steve's as he takes the bouquet from him.

A soft smile crosses Steve’s face. 'And you're the first guy I ever brought flowers to.' He still doesn’t pull his hands away, but instead leans in closer to give Eddie a peck on his lips. And maybe, just maybe, there's something about the whole thing – the jacket, the flowers, the sweetness – that Eddie could actually get used to.

'You wanna get inside and say hi to my uncle?'

'I'd love to. Can't wait to thank him properly for being the greatest matchmaker on earth.'

'Please don't tell him that,' Eddie says with a chuckle. 'He really doesn't need any more encouragement. I'm pretty sure he's already scheming to set up a queer dating agency or some shit.'

‘You should know by now I can hear everything you're sayin' from here!’ Wayne’s voice yells from inside the trailer.

Steve grins as Eddie grabs his hand tighter to lead him inside.

‘It wouldn't hurt you to show him some more support in following his dreams, you know,’ he mumbles to Eddie under his breath.

‘Jesus H. Christ, I can’t believe you’re already teaming up with him to bully me before you even met him!’

He should probably be mad about it, but Steve squeezes his hand and gives him such a precious smile that the only thing he can do is smile back at him.

Holy shit creating this silly little AU has honestly been such a wild ride thanks to all your reactions to it, i can’t say enough how happy all those notifications have made me and I still can’t believe there were SO MANY OF YOU who asked to follow along!!<3333

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#100% back on my bullshit for this last one #(the bullshit being a fuckton of fluff) #also i needed eddie being a lil weirdo and steve reacting to that with the exact face he made upon seeing the jazzercise instructor dude #for my own sanity #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #wayne munson #fruity ficlet

[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

Take what resonates. Leave the rest behind but always be open to new perspectives! Also followers I will be answering my inbox soon. I just needed a day of rest because my life is busier than initially expected.

PILE 1

plushie: Rainbow Pastel Grim Reaper

astrology: Aries ♈️, Capricorn ♑️, Aquarius ♒️, Cancer ♋️

Welcome, pile 1! Your psychic abilities help you make decisions and keep yourself safe from harm. Often you aren’t given the time to use this ability because of people rushing you and not respecting your time. However, when you are given the time to listen to your heart and mind, you make such intuitive decisions. You have a mixture of clairvoyant, claircognizant and clairsentient. Clairvoyance is when you can see the future in different ways. You could see visions of what is to come or have prophetic dreams. Clairsentience is when you can feel the future in your gut. Claircognizance means “clear-knowing” which means you can know information just by tapping into your abilities. The combination of them can be a little odd to experience. You could enter an environment and immediately know who you can trust and who you can’t trust . You just know. There is no explaining it or proving it because you just know it and you can feel it in your bodily response. That’s how your claircognizance presents itself. You are especially good at lie detection. If someone tries to deceive you or has ulterior motives you can see the motive dripping from their words. It’s like you get the ICK but you couldn’t really say why. Or perhaps you dreamed someone would betray you or that someone was crushing on you, then it became real. Please don’t ignore your hunches or your dreams just cus there is no proof. The two different fool cards in your reading tell you to trust your gut because if you listen closely you will never be wrong.

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PILE 2

plushie: Gray Grim Reaper

astrology: Leo ♌️, Sagittarius ♐️, Scorpio ♏️, Pisces ♓️

Hi, pile 2! Your psychic abilities help you to naturally alchemize time and pain. You are a healer, clairaudient and clairsentient. It looks like you have been through so much pain that your clairsentience has helped you remain positive even when life gets tough. You usually transmute your pain into creative projects as a way of healing from that hurt. I see that you might absorb others' pain when you touch them. So, you might not enjoy physical contact very much. People really like your physical contact though because it takes their pain away and soothes their emotional wounds. Your clairaudience is very strong but it looks like it is a fairly inactive skill of yours while your clairsentience is used regularly. Your clairaudience is most active when you are in a deep focus state. When you are reading or watching something you are the kind of person to predict the twist ending before it even happens. Your psychic abilities make you a master of art and creative endeavors. They also make you a master of energy manipulation.

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PILE 3

plushie: Plague Doctor

astrology: Libra ♎️, Taurus ♉️, Gemini ♊️, Virgo ♍️

Hey there, pile 3! Your psychic abilities include telepathy, claircognizance and manipulation. I know manipulation sounds kind of scary to hear if you have the view that manipulation is a negative thing. I promise the kind you use isn’t that way. It honestly focused on uplifting people rather than putting them down. I also see you use it to open people's perspective up to new ideas. You use your telepathy as a tool to do this. Same for your claircognizance. You are incredibly intelligent. You may not exactly read minds but you might as well be by the way you read body language and micro expressions. You use all these abilities to do very good stuff. Which is very honorable and noble of you honestly. You could do so much malicious shit with psychic skills like you have. People might mistake your skills for being an empath. Despite how good you are at filling up other’s hearts, you are quite new to the ability to persuade them. That feels like a newer ability that you may have started honing recently. I see you probably have ADHD or some kind of neurodivergence that works in tandem with your psychic abilities. You are so powerful pile 3. I honestly can’t say that enough.

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[jupiter-letters]

Dating J'onn J'onnz would include:

Fem!Reader or GN!Reader TW: None

A/N: For the sake of my sanity and J’onn’s happiness, Martians are alive and well and these headcanons are based more on the young justice show. The reader is already a member of the justice league in this but maybe I’ll do some civilian headcanons later.

You both started out as pretty good friends but you never thought he’d like you romantically due to cultural differences. For him what you looked like didn’t really matter, your personalities meshed so well he wanted you around all the time. 

Despite having an open and honest friendship you kind of tried to bury your feelings from J’onn when you guys would talk telepathically. He did pick up on this though and it bothered him for a while but he didn’t want to pry. 

There’s this lingering tension though, you both like each other but one doesn’t want to overstep and the other is afraid of rejection. Other people can pick up on it too but nobody wants to say anything. There’s this romantic undertone with how you guys talk to each other but again nobody says anything. The other members of the league watching you guys interact is basically like this:

J’onn: “Would you like some refreshments after your journey to the watchtower? I’ve prepared some coffee for you.”  You: Ah, no thank you I appreciate it! Are you ok? I heard your last fight in Metropolis was tough, I was worried about you.  J’onn: And I you, your battle with Grodd caused me some distress but it was well fought. I’m happy you are unharmed.”

Wonder woman, Superman and Shazam standing in the corner like ???🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️🧍???

Things really get shaken up when M’gann makes her debut, she picks up on it as soon as you enter the room thinking you wouldn’t mind(due to your friendship of course). She ends up reaching into that crevice you thought you’d hidden. J’onn is unaware of this for like a second before she just comes out and says it. “Uncle J’onn have you guys started dating yet??” After she says that he’s looking at her like 👁️👄👁️. 

You fall out of your chair and M’gann realizes she messed up. Lucky for her she made a swift exit out of the room. You try not to make eye contact but J’onn is looking directly at you. 

At this point you both couldn’t put it off anymore and talked it out. You tell him your insecurities and he does the same. His fears about the attraction not being mutual due to the whole alien thing. Fortunately for you guys none of that matters since you’re so sickeningly in love. Now we get to the nitty gritty! The dating!

J’onn does everything in his power to learn Earth customs, especially your own culture, the language, the food. He wants to learn about it all to be closer to you. If english isn’t your native language he does a little brain download of it and speaks it with you. He’ll even prepare your favorite dish despite many, many failed attempts. When you make the same effort to learn about Martian culture it really warms his heart. It’s a rocky road but you get the hang of it, his family loves having you over. They’ll shapeshift into you when you come over and give you one big hug. 

You have to awkwardly explain why you’re seeing a new guy every week before J’onn chooses a form he likes. He doesn’t understand why it’d be a problem but he stops for you. It doesn’t matter though since he takes it off when you get home or when you’re among friends. He loves to shapeshifter for you to make you laugh, turning into celebrities or mascots to prank you. You wake up in the morning and open the bathroom door to see Chiitan taking a shower. He’ll even do stupid stuff like long furbys or the fresno nightcrawler. 

Fighting together is a breeze, nobody is crazy enough to go after you in the field. And psychic attacks forget it, you can’t beat a martian when it comes to telepathy. People often underestimate how strong J’onn actually is but they do enter the process of fucking around and finding out. He never doubts your ability to protect yourself either but if the need arises and you get overwhelmed he will step in. 

You understand J’onn’s feelings more than most, despite constantly being linked to each other’s mind. Like Bruce his body language is subtle, there are certain ways his lips twitch or how he rubs his fingers together. You both have a great understanding of each other’s emotions, it’s so wonderful, he never keeps things from you and is very blunt with his opinions. He feels like it’s insulting to you to use flowery language instead of being honest. 

He doesn’t mind PDA, however much you’re comfortable with he’ll do. However he won’t be hanging off of you in public, he will stay within arms reach. He always wants you to know he’s nearby and you’re safe. His love language largely revolves around words of affirmation. J’onn is a great person to vent to since he is a great listener and he’s lived a long life so he’s got some words of wisdom. You need advice? He’s your man and if you don’t he’s a good listener.

You can literally feel how much he loves you, he’ll even show you how he sees you. All colorful and bright like the sun. He’d literally walk through fire for you, his loyalty is unmatched.🗣️🗣️ You always tell him he doesn’t need to but he’ll do it anyway. After the most difficult day of missions and handling Martian and Earth politics, a moment in your arms rejuvenates him. For someone who isn’t super touchy the other thing he loves to do is hold your head in his hands and press your foreheads together. No words are exchanged, you just quietly enjoy each other’s presence. 

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff.

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[ivesambrose]

Pick a picture ♔ 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔠𝔶

1. 2. 3.

The definition of “Legacy” is something that is passed on. But Legacy can take many forms. A Legacy may be of one's faith, ethics and core values… A Legacy may be monetary or your assets… A Legacy may come from one's character, reputation and the life you lead – setting an example for others and to guide their futures.

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Picture 1

You'll be known for the bonds you've built and cultivated.

For some this can manifest as a love story or relationship that sets an example or standard for others. That despite distance or inherent differences or your past how you showed up for each other and how you treated one another whether it lasted or not.

You'll leave behind a community that feels like a safe haven to a lot of people.

Some of you may have a legacy of a healthy loving family with strong values and morals. You've chosen not to pass down the pain or trauma you've endured or been projected upon and decided to break the cycle instead.

You may also make a shelter or donate to them or start a business or community that grows bigger with time that encourages people to freely express themselves or experiment with things that haven't been done before.

You're a humanitarian at heart even if there are days you don't see the humanity in people.

You will inspire others to break cycles that are detrimental to them.

Your energy is very encouraging and kind yet creative and prone to discovering new things, always seeking to find the silver lining in the worst situations. You do have excellent foresight and try not to get swayed by the doom and gloom surrounding the world. You seek to bring at least one, however small hopeful and beautiful thing into this world and you will succeed in the same.

Picture 2

Wealth and power. Lot of it.

I believe this is my saturn in aquarius group or saturn and/or jupiter dominant group.

You have endured a lot in your life so far, it may feel like you're centuries old inside a tiny body sometimes.

You'll be known for something no one or very few have done. I believe you'll pave the way for others.

Your mind and your subconscious is the most powerful asset you have. Use it well.

You'll have success in foreign lands.

Your wealth and sucess will be accumulated over time. So you might be a late bloomer but this will be to your advantage.

You'll be known for your wisdom, discipline, eccentricity, experimental, optimistic and diverse nature.

Quite a lot of people will look up to you even though you'll prefer to live a life of privacy.

Picture 3

You'll be known for your words and the way you've healed people through your gifts.

Perhaps you're mercury or water dominant?

Your art, your idealism, your vision, the way you romanticise your life and seek out your dreams.

You also know how to express pain, grief and disappointment in ways that gives others a chance to relate and heal.

I see you perfecting something overtime or getting stronger with what you already possess.

You'll likely have a victory you'll feel guilty over but soon learn to forgive yourself for and realize that you deserve good things too without harshly judging yourself for it.

Some of you may be singers, actors, cinematographers, visual artists, painters, psychics, healers, physicians, therapists etc

You'll be a muse and mystery to others like they haven't comprehended your true essence or your heart but will always remember your beauty, compassion and the way your words or your presence has impacted them.

I feel a lot of people might see you as illusive and unattainable or a complete mystic and some will see you rather motherly regardless of gender, intuitive and extremely intelligent. Someone ahead of their time.

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[yanderes-galore]

Please, can you write an romantic concept for Karkat with a limeblood or just lowblood troll reader who's stronger than him and has a weapon? I think it'd be funny for him to try to do something. (Even if he's only bark and no bite.)

Sure, not very long but I hope you like it :)

Yandere! Karkat with Strong Lowblood! Darling

Pairing: Matesprit❤️

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Jealousy, Manipulation, Victim card, Some minor stalking/Clingy behavior, Possessive behavior, Social isolation, Dubious Matespritship.

I feel due to you being stronger than him the whole dynamic shifts.

Karkat would have trouble controlling you at first, so instead he's just devoted to you.

As your Matesprit, or a troll who wants to be your Matesprit, he follows you around.

Karkat has some serious chihuahua energy in this scenario.

If his obsession is stronger than him psychically or physically, then he's more just a menace to other people.

He'd also be way more submissive.

If you noticed his possessive behavior and called him out on it then he'd have to back off.

Honestly, if you two become Matesprits, he'd be easy to control at the start.

He doesn't want to upset you and it's not like he can threaten you.

At most he's all bark rather than bite as you say. 

He can express his distaste in others or try to scare them off, but you can scold him.

Karkat would still want control when around his Matesprit though.

As a result, hear me out…

Karkat would play the victim card.

He'd pretend others are targeting him for one reason or another.

Oh, they just don't want you two to be together!

Why must you blame him?

Can't you see those around you are the issue?

Maybe other trolls are simply trying to warn you about Karkat's possessive behavior.

Meanwhile, your Matesprit is borderline sobbing before you.

He's targeted… he isn't doing anything wrong!

So while Karkat can't kidnap or threaten a stronger obsession, he has his ways.

Once he becomes Matesprits with you he'll find ways to manipulate you.

He'll play victim, cling to you, all in an attempt to play you into his hands.

Who knows? Maybe Karkat likes it when his obsession protects him for a change.

He likes it when you coddle him.

Sure, it's manipulation, but he just loves your warmth.

So, while this isn't the case of a terrifying yandere intimidating you… he still has a hold on you.

Soon you begin to distrust those around you.

They keep trying to target your Matesprit….

Maybe you should defend him?

Soon you turn against your friends.

Right up until Karkat is the only one you have to turn to.

You trust him, don't you?

He may have a temper… but he couldn't do anything wrong, right?

He loves you… and you love him.

Surely Karkat wouldn't manipulate you to isolate you… right?

No, your Matesprit could do nothing wrong.

He cares about you, coddles you, and you protect him.

You'd believe him and trust him with your life.

When in reality… Karkat has you under his beck and call.

Just as it should be.

#yandere homestuck x reader #yandere homestuck #yandere karkat vantas

[doodle17]

The Astubelief Family

I and a mutual @nhieeeen were discussing some lore and Headcanons on D'arts family so here goes some ideas!(Disclaimer: none of this is canon, and is all made for fun)

The Astubeliefs are a mysterious family of Psychics. With their strange fascination with the paranormal and expertise in Cryokenisis, and being able to communicate with the dead for limited amounts of time, they are relatively known with fellow Psychics.

They often travel to nearby Fairs, Carnivals and Circuses to perform their fascinating and supernatural ability on those who wish to communicate with lost loved ones, or enemies. The Astubeliefs are easy to spot, their trademark colors of yellows, greens and oranges, along with their strange hats make them stand out. Not to mention, there's something about the family that makes them look... Dead.

Natasha "Volkov" Astubelief.

Natasha was a relatively quiet, Christian and peaceful woman. She always had a love for space and the stars. She'd tell stories about constellations and planets to her children every night. She died giving birth to her last child, Ania. Despite it being one if the family's main hobbies, Natasha was never fond of the whole communicating with the dead thing. In her eyes, she thought that speaking with spirits would keep them from passing on into Heaven to rest in peace. Ronan and Natasha, though they never fought often, when they did, it would usually be about this.

Ronan Astubelief.

Ronan is a very quiet but strict man. He always kept to himself and trained all of his sons. Ronan is very powerful mentally, and can somewhat communicate with the dead, using a similar method to an Ouji Board or Crystal Ball. After the death of his wife Natasha, he was consumed with grief. Some say he went crazy, as he even believed he could revive Natasha. He experimented on dead animals, and horrific attempts like that. His discovery soon lead him to learn that he'd need a living vessel of some kind to keep her alive. He was too old and weak, not as strong as he used to be. His youngest son, D'Artagnan however...

Seymon Astubelief.

Seymon is the eldest son. He takes after his father, being the family's caretaker after Natasha's passing and his father falling into sadness. He tries his best to keep the family together, but forgets to care for himself at times. Out of all siblings, he is definitely closest to his father's abilities in communicating with the dead.

Vlad Astubelief.

Vlad was and has always been a "Mama's boy" so after his mother's passing he distanced himself from his father. To say he's spoiled would be and overstatement, but he is quite rude and whiney at times whe he doest get his way. Despite his somewhat childish demeanor, he is a professional at using Cryokenisis. He means well, but unfortunately, he's isn't the best with coping.

Filipp Astubelief.

Filipp is definitely the weakest Psychic in the family, but he makes up for it with his physical strength and personality. Filipp usually spends his time playing and entertaining his younger siblings. When things get grim, he tries his best to put a smile on all their faces. Only being able to levitate a few things, and can barely make a flurry with Cryokenisis, he can lift almost anything. And it's hard not to feel at least the littlest at ease when he gives you a smile.

Yuri Astubelief.

Yuri is almost completely mute. Selectively mute. When he does speak, he talks in Russian and rarely speaks in English unless he absolutely has to. Yuri is definitely the more meek Astubelief child. Usually hiding away keeping watch over Ania. The paranormal, and death in general has always frightened Yuri after his mother's death. Which is unfortunate, because like Seymon and his father, he can communicate with the dead, sometimes unwillingly, causing him to have nightmares.

Ania Astubelief.

Ania is the only Astubelief daughter, and the only one of their children who isn't Psychic. Because of this, her whole family is overprotective of her, constantly watching over her. Her father, though he loves her very much, can't stand to look at her because of how much she resembles Natasha. Ania feels like the only people who understand her are Yuri and D'art. Yuri is quiet, so it's easy to talk to him, and D'art is closest to her in age. Despite all these issues, she's the cheeriest of the family. A small beacon of hope that keeps the family together.

D'artagnan Astubelief "Volkov".

D'art is the youngest son of the Astubeliefs. Not only is he incredibly strong mentally, but his Cryokenisis skills are exquisite. D'art has noticed how strange his family has been behaving since his mother's death. It's impacted everyone differently, but the one he's worried most about is his father, who seems to be a quiet, sad, shell of a man one moment, and raving, mad scientist the next. D'Artagnan has a similar situation as Yuri, having nightmares about spirits and the dead.

here's the whole fam in a better light :)

After his siblings convinced him to check on their father, D'art came to the horrific realization that his father was trying to bring his mother back from the dead. In a desperate attempt, he tried to convince D'art into helping him revive him mother. With his powerful psychic abilities, he could keep her alive. This, however, would mean both D'art and his Mother would basically be half living... half dead.

Not only is this extremely dangerous, but D'art would basically become a zombie. And for all they know, it wouldnt even work. So he ran away to Whispering Rock. He changed his last name to his mother's maiden name, Volkov, so he wouldn't be associated with his old one if his family ever came looking for him.

Roblogs are greatly appreciated :)

#I was thinking maybe they could have and uncle/aunt/ obscure relative or something that was influencing their dad into doing this #But anyways #Here's the basic story so far! #I live D'art and his family #They're so fun to write! #Doodle88 #Doodles doodles #Psychonauts #Psychonauts w #rhombus of ruin #psychonauts fanart #Psychonauts oc #D'Artagnan Astubelief #Psychonauts d'art #D'art

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

violently smashing my two major fandoms with an F together as a form of procrastination

A question for the ages: WHICH Avatar character matches up with WHICH Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle one and WHY the fuck should anyone (besides me) care? We'll answer at least one of those questions for you tonight, dear viewers!!!!

First up

Neteyam - Leo

Eldest son, blue theme (like I could say this for all the Sullys, but shush), can do no wrong except when one of the siblings stubs a toe and then the Guilt, daddy's favorite solider who's also a huge dork (like we don't see a lot of evidence of this in canon for Neteyam but let me have this), Neteyam's Untimely End vs Leo getting treated as such a punching bag by each TMNT iteration that throwing him through a goddamn window is an established franchise staple by now.

Kiri - Donnie

A case can be made for April-Kiri parallels (particularly for psychic powers re 2012 April, my beloved, and dead mom syndrome) and also Karai-Kiri (for dead mom syndrome, how often I've mixed up their fucking names while writing), but Kiri-Donnie fits the siblings theme, so there. They're tech nerd-nature nerd solidarity, autistic Entities of unparalleled death and destruction, happy to destroy government property, younger siblings pretending to be above the Chaos while very much not, and in desperate need of a nap and a stiff drink.

Lo'ak - Raph

Rage issues. Daddy issues. Big brother issues. Relatively smol and Keenly aware of that fact. Adored by the (smart) fans, cursed by Eywa/God. Makes strong bonds with animal fwends and also collects traumatic experiences like magnets collect nails. 100% either in a fistfight or sobbing into his pillow rn. In a family living at the bottom of a fucking sewer and/or on the run from the government, still manages to feel like an odd one out. Someone needs to introduce Lo'ak to emo music, it would fuck him up so much /pos.

Tuk - Mikey

Youngest and most excitable sibling, heart of gold and jaws of steel. Optimism that remains in the face of innocence slowly being shaved away by Events. Hates being left out or left behind, committed to various Schemes and Plans with historically mixed outcomes. Has definitely either killed a man or will do so as soon as the opportunity presents itself.

Spider - Karai and April

Spider's kind of an unholy amalgamation of April's Token Human We've Shared Traumatic Experiences With journey and Karai's At Odds With Creepy Undead Father Figure And Complex Relationship With Less Creepy Father Figure (see below) arcs. Basically part of my ongoing psyops plans to Feminize That Boy (don't worry Karai-Kiri and April-Kiri parallels, I still love you). Also, Leorai/Apritello and Speteyam/Spiri (mix and match at will) have exciting interspecies and/or vaguely incestous vibes we should all strive for in our weird fanfics.

Jake - Splinter/Hamato Yoshi

Tired dads trying their best and just so happening to raise The Kids as soldiers-warriors along the way. Exciting and confusing relationships with the concept of this thing you call "death." Shameless species hoppers, even though Jake did it on purpose while TMNT writers in various iterations have to come up with increasingly more convoluted ways for it to happen to Yoshi against his will. Is not afraid of violence, especially when it comes to their homoerotically homicidal relationship with

Quaritch - Shredder

Big Bad of the story, or at least the one everybody pays attention to. The Bitch Who Refuses To Die. Unhealthy, possessive, genuinely quite creepy (/pos) obsession with sort-of-kid who ended up in his care through Unfortunate Means. Will destroy everything he remotely cares about and sit in the ashes with surprised Pichaku face before finding someone to blame. Refuses to let go of a fucking grudge, be it with aforementioned homoerotic-homicide buddy or various children.

Neytiri

Technically the best Neytiri parallel in terms of family relationships would be Tang Shen, Splinter's wife and the pseudo/actual (depending on the iteration) mother of his children. However, Tang Shen has an unfortunate history of being Dead Girled and Ghost-Momed in a way that puts her more in common with Grace or Tom Sully (rip). Still, Neytiri has a lot in common with the vengeful demon ghost version of Tang Shen that exists primarily in my head.

BONUS

Payakan - Casey Jones

Outcast from society, defender of the weak, wanted by the authorities. Combines genuinely passionate belief in justice/revenge with an equally genuine talent for wanton violence and destruction. Has an interspecies bromance with Lo'ak/Raph that puts Achilles and Patrocles to shame. Someone definitely needs to introduce Payakan to emo music, too, not to mention death metal--he'd start a band to put those Little Mermaid fuckers to shame.

Questions? Comments? Concerns? Arguments? (you're all wrong btw) Only know me from one of these fandoms and have no idea what the hell I'm taking about? Hit me up in the reblogs!

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[dangermousie]

Farscape Rewatch: Die Me, Dichotomy, 2x22

First off, what a great title! But also Die Me, Dichotomy is both one of my favorite episodes and one that turns me into a blubbering mess even on rewatch. Arguably, John at the end of the ep, thinking Aeryn is dead and it’s his fault (he never ever excuses himself and takes the easy way out; the doctor tells him he was not in control so it’s not his fault and he rejects it), Scorpius victorious, John not even able to speak but just to scream, is the lowest he gets (though I suppose you can make an argument for DWTB. Farscape’s end of seasoners were always brutal).

  In fact, I can never watch DMD without popping in S3’s opener Season of Death soon after (apt name, isn’t it? Season three is even darker than two). I came to Farscape in Season 4, so I can only imagine how insane it must have been to wait over the hiatus for continuance. You know what occurred to me on this rewatch? Why do Moyans simply not tie and sedate Crichton from the start? Fine, they don’t realize how truly dangerous he is and don’t realize he can sabotage the ship, kill any one of them etc etc…But he is clearly not only a loose cannon at that point, he is also in a horrendous amount of psychic pain (man is shaking and mumbling and falling apart even as Aeryn holds him), not to mention is self-harming all over the place: the scene where he looks at himself in the mirror and sees Scorpy so he smashes it through but mirror ‘reappears’ and he keeps smashing and smashing and smashing, and Aeryn comes and sees him basically breaking his hand on a brick wall because of course the mirror is long gone. 

Interesting parallel of course, to Aeryn in The Way We Weren’t, where she was the one ‘making hamburger’ out of her hands and John was her voice of sanity. But that is the thing: Aeryn was upset, you can talk it out. Crichton is certifiably insane, and you can’t talk it out at all. Aeryn’s ‘walk it off’ approach where she tries to be the pep coach telling him he is strong and ‘I need you to face reality’ is not working because John is NOT in any way in control of himself. I feel for Aeryn tremendously there. John is not just the man she loves, but he is, for all the Moyans in a way, a little rationality check, and it’s gone completely (never to be reassembled fully again btw). I suppose they don’t sedate him because they are just overwhelmed with everything else that is going on: burnt Moya, Jothee’s back etc etc. And also, because except for Zhaan (who has her own take and brand of insanity, but is also the most distracted; and in fact the chip explores her weakness to break free - I think one of the reasons she sacrifices herself to bring Aeryn back in s3 is because of guilt she feels since it was because of her Chip in control of John got out and Aeryn died), they are all much too pragmatic/practical to really get the danger of a mental collapse and foe because it’s not something physical to shoot at. At least not until it’s too late. But if this is Crichton at his lowest, I have rarely loved Aeryn more than I do here. She has to be strong and together in some horrible circumstances, and the fact that she chooses to tell him she loves him at this juncture (where he is off the edge of despair) is mind bogglingly awesome. But this is Farscape, so we never get what we want even when we get it. Aeryn telling John she loves him is something I wanted to hear for years and as she was saying it, I was cringing away and covering my eyes, because she doesn’t know it, but Crichton is already gone, and now it’s the chip in control so she is spilling her heart to the disgusting abomination of shadow Scorpius. She is so vulnerable there and you can tell how the chip is delighting in ‘playing along’ and toying and UGH. When he uses all these seemingly romantic lines but it’s the gross perversion of every feeling John has ever felt about her, and he delights in ruining something that was a light for John in all that horror. 

And when he knocks her out instead of kissing her and licks her face going “that’s my girl.” That is a sheer level of wrong, of horror, that is worse than the Aurora Chair for me because this is so utterly a negation of everything John is and everything he feels for Aeryn and just - this is an ep that keeps cranking up the awfulness and does not stop.

And John telling Aeryn he loves her, in words? Even though neither we the audience, nor the Moyans, nor Aeryn herself, were in doubt for ages? So great, right? It comes during the scene where I always cry: Aeryn’s funeral. Honestly, that whole sequence and the sequence leading to it, kill me. Because Aeryn flying after John, who is completely taken over by the chip, and you know, that no matter the cost to herself, she will shoot him down because she knows John would rather be dead than in Scorpius’ hands. And the chip, wrecking her plane, and so she has to bale out, but she is descending not on solid ground but a frozen lake and her thrusters will melt it…I start sobbing when the chip tells her of that fact ‘in deference to that part of Crichton which still cares.’ 

And then, nothing else could have made Crichton temporarily free of the hold of the chip but the sheer horror and loss and enormity make him break through and his desperate ‘baby, you are not going to die like this’ makes me sniffle no matter how many times I see it, just as Aeryn’s accepting calm does (she is always a pessimistic fatalist, isn’t she? And combat trained. We see it in Prayer in S4 very starkly, but it’s here as well). 

And he sits there, helpless, knowing that he had done this, he has caused the death of the person he loves more than anything, and for whom he is willing to sacrifice anything, his soul and Earth included. And OMG, when she tells him ‘I meant what I said in the neural cluster [I love you]. I hope you did’ and you realize he has no idea what she is talking about, he doesn’t know she told him she loved him, he doesn’t understand her last words I…I…I…I…And then she sinks through the ice but she fights to the surface a time or two and he is trapped there, unable to do anything but watch and there are tears in his eyes, and his stare is utterly blind and he whispers ‘What have I done’ and you can tell he is so numb he is beyond numbness.

And then the funeral, with that music and his face…it’s utter self-loathing (though none of it is his fault. It is not his fault he was tortured and chipped, after all) and a frozen sort of grief. And then OMG, he is cuffed and he asks D’Argo for his knife and he goes to the coffin and I seriously thought he was going to off himself and he looks like he wants to, he stares at the knife, but that’s the thing, he can’t…the chip won’t let him. But also, being Crichton, he probably thinks it’s not punishment enough. And instead, he awkwardly cuts a lock of her hair, and tells her “Aeryn, forgive me. I love you.” For the first time. OK, I am getting wet-eyed again.

And then (I love how Aeryn’s death snapped him so much the chip can’t get control any more, though a darker interpretation is the chip doesn’t care any more since it already signaled Scorpius), he goes for the surgery and when Doc tells him he has to temporarily cut his speech center (and Crichton, more than anyone else, is all about words) he says ‘go ahead, there isn’t anyone I want to talk to anyway.’ This season has broken him down so completely.

And when he is asked (they can be removed) he keeps all memories of Aeryn and I love that so much, I love that he will never take the easy way out, that he will rather live with the horror of his guilt and pain of losing her than not remember her. And of course, then, he is left on the operating table, screaming, not able to talk, Scorpius walking off with the removed chip, leaving John to be destroyed by fruitless search for revenge. 

You know, I don’t think Scorpius gets John as yet (neither does Harvey, not for a long time). It’s not hate or revenge that moves Crichton, it’s love. Yes, he would kill Scorpius if he came across him, but if Aeryn wasn’t dead, he would never go looking for him. He is obsessive, true (a way to displace and deflect, IMO), and his obsession makes him a loose cannon without Aeryn as focus (see late S3) but revenge is not his default obsession. Perhaps Scorpius is thinking John is like himself and in a way it’s a twisted compliment. Oh, and I realized something. In order for John to break through chip in DMD when Aeryn is dying, chip must have allowed John to watch all this while helpless. Yikes. (As contrasted with neural cluster when he seems not to have remembered anything at all). Talk about sadistic. Oh, and a final comment: I love that even in such an extremity as he is in DMD, John doesn’t want to be saved if it means killing the frozen Interons. It’s not pure goodness though, it is a deep sense of unworthiness of anyone’s death for him. Oh, and Stark’s proposal to Zhaan? Melts my knees to butter. Melts Zhaan’s too.

PS Because I am a packrat for quotes and things, I saved a quote from the long-defunct TWOP’s recap/analysis for this episode which discusses why it’s named what it’s named. It’s perfection.  “I know he wants to die; I know he's split in half. I know one side of him burns like the sun and the other is cramped and bound by darkness. I know he dies three times, in three different ways, and they all have to do with the other side of himself: he becomes Harvey; he loses Aeryn; he loses wormholes, the ability to beg for forgiveness, or pity, or death. I know that the only thing worse than losing speech is losing the desire to speak. I know he begs for death in every way he can throughout the episode. I know that the only thing that keeps him alive is hate, which is a kind of death. I know Aeryn didn't even consider the possibility, because she believes in him so strongly. I know watching it kind of makes you want to die. It's a two-part process, a dichotomy of soul and spirit. If he would lay down his life for her, then the one you mourn is the one that lived.”

#farscape

[starsaver94]

Memories of Gold and Red (A Lost Silver Story)

Footsteps echo off of the wooden floors and empty walls of Sprout Tower. The only other sound that filled the usually dead air was the creaking of the giant wooden beam that acted as support for the tower itself. Gold looks around with worried eyes at his current environment. He didn't recognize this floor of the previously explored tower, memories of his previous fights against the wise sages and their barrage of Hoothoots and Bellsprouts flashing in his mind. There were no widows, the only things that allowed each floor of the tower to be lit. There were no ladders that acted as entrances or exits, making him wonder how he even got to the room in the first place. There were no windows either, the only light being the flickering flames Hurry's back.

He frowns when he looks down at the Cyndaquil that he chose for his first Pokemon. The small fire-type was quite sickly when he received it from Professor Elm, he was even warned that it was born with a eventually terminal level illness. However, Gold was determined to raise him and help him grow big and strong. He lets out a gasp when Hurry suddenly lets out a flurry of coughs and collapses onto the floor, wheezing breaths coming out of the fire mouse as it was being scooped up in Gold's arms and carried down a hall that suddenly appeared.

"It's ok... You're going to be ok, Hurry." Gold mumbles softly as his eyes dart between the dimming hall and his weak Pokemon. His racing heart manages to beat faster when he sees several eyes staring at him from the dark walls. He soon comes to a screeching halt when he eventually reaches a lone sign, a few Unowns hovering over it and spelling out L-E-A-V-E. Gold nods frantically, trying to fight back tears of fear for his sick partner.

"Yes... Yes please. Let me leave." He mutters loud enough for the letter-like Pokemon to hear, hoping that they would somehow get him and Hurry out of this hellish version of a familiar tower. His eyes widen in panic as the flames on Hurry's back grown dimmer and dimmer. "No... no, no, no, no, no...." He cries softly, shaking his head and choking back tears. He holds Hurry close, tears finally slipping past his eyes as the usually warm Pokemon was now cold and lifeless in his arms.

"Hurry... Hurry, I'm so sorry..." He cries, quickly falling onto his knees and quietly sobbing. Gold doesn't realize that his arms were now empty until he went to wipe his eyes. He looks around his new location, an empty field filled with grey stones. The Unown had answered his plea, he was out of that tower. However, he was now all alone. Well, save for a few new Unowns that hovered above a blank stone, their letters spelling out H-E D-I-E-D. "Wh-What... Who died?" Gold asks before looking back down at the stone. Etched into the stone was a phrase that read, R.I.P Hurry.

Gold didn't have time to cry or even react as the eyes of the Unown soon began to glow with psychic power. He soon finds himself in a new hallway. This one was lined with red wooden panels on both the floor and walls, the sudden brightness of the scenery made Gold's eyes hurt. He stands up to start walking before he feels immediately collapses back onto his knees. A sharp pain goes through each of his arms and legs, preventing him from moving. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. His face contorting in pain along with his silent scream. He grits his teeth together and clenches his jaw as the pain continued to ebb through his body, though it soon started to fade when the Unown picked up his body and sets him on his feet.

"Thanks..." Gold croaks out, wiping any remaining tears from his eyes before pausing when he looks at his hand. His tears were... red? Surely that must've been a trick of the light in the room. The red coloration was just getting to him. He lets out a breath before he starts to walk down the long hallway, feeling more eyes on him as he glanced at the walls. He continues down the seemingly never ending path until he reaches what seemed to be the end. A lone person stood at the end, facing the wall. His cap covering messy looking black hair, a familiar gleam in his eyes when he looked at Gold.

"Red...?" Gold whispered in shock. Red, as usual, didn't say a word and instead lets out his Pikachu. The electric mouse looked differently than how Gold remembered. Its usual cheerful expression was replaced with one of sorrow, like the Pokemon was about to burst into tears at any moment. Without even moving or saying a word, one of Gold's Pokeballs pops open and summons a pink Celebi.

Gold remembered when he first met the Onion Fairy Pokemon in the Ilex Forest. Though now, it appeared to be badly hurt. Half of it's body looked like it had been viciously torn off, leaving exposed insides loosely hanging from the missing chunk of its body. Celebi's good eye looks at Gold, clearly expecting a command from him.

"Perish Song..." He says, his voice monotone as if someone else said the name of the move for him. He watches as Celebi nods and begins to sing, a sorrowful but beautiful and haunting melody filling the air. The move seemed to only last a single turn as Pikachu refused to attack, instead choosing to look at Red. The former champion gave Gold and both Pokemon a sad smile before collapsing to the ground, all life in his body seemingly sapped away by the song. Pikachu lets out soft sniffs and sad squeaks as it moved over to Red, going underneath his arm and nuzzling under his chin before closing its eyes and joining its trainer in tearful eternal slumber. Gold feels his eyes slowly close as well before falling unconscious.

He wakes up with a gasp, panting softly as he looks around a new location. Celebi and the bodies of Red and Pikachu were gone. Now he was back in his bedroom in New Bark Town, a small smile growing on his face when he realizes this. "A nightmare... It was all a nightmare." He breathes in relief, letting out a laugh as he gets out of bed and runs down the stairs. His smile grows more when he hears the voices of both his mother and Kris in the living room. He soon stops once he reaches the bottom of the stairs, his smile fading slightly when he realizes that both of their voices sounded sad and remorseful. His smile fading completely when the sound of crying hits his ears.

"Oh Kris, I wish I could've held him one last time before... before he..." His mother cries before her words turn into heartbroken sobs. Kris gives her a worried look and gently rubs her back, her blue eyes filled with sadness.

'Before what?' Gold thought to himself. He walks closer and his eyes widen when he sees what was clutched in his mother's hand.

A framed photo... His photo...

That's when he noticed the other items that were on the coffee table. Flowers, cards, unlit candles and little statues of Pokémon. A mini memorial.

For him...

"Mom...? Mom... I'm right here. I'm ok..." Gold says as he attempts to get his mother's attention.

Only for the pain from before to return. This time it felt like his neck was being shredded from the inside, a metallic taste hitting his tongue as he coughed harshly. Tears flowed from Gold's eyes as he coughed and gagged, red droplets soon scattering onto the couch.

"Mom! Please! I'm right here!" He hoarsely cries out, his voice merely a rasp "I'm ok! Mom! Kris! Please... say something!"

It was no use... No matter how much he screamed and begged... He knew that they wouldn't hear him...

"Please... Mom... Kris... I'm scared..." He whimpers before collapsing to the floor. Sniffles and hiccups fill what soon turned back into the stone filled field. He peeks his head up and looks around, a new set of Unown hovering over a new stone. This one had a new set of words etched into it.

R.I.P Ethan Gold...

"What...?" Gold asks, shaking his head as he looked at the tombstone. His tombstone. This wasn't possible. How was it possible? The chirps of the Unown gain his attention as he looked up at the Psychic types.

"I'm dead..." He read aloud, his voice a whisper of shock and horror.

As soon as the words left his lips, a pain that was stronger than before ripped through his body. He screamed and cried as he collapsed to the ground. Every part of his body feeling like it was being torn and shredded from his body.

Even as it eventually came to an end, he cried. An unending stream of tears flowing from his eyes. He sobbed louder than he had been able to. Painful and sorrowed wails as every memory he had flashed through his mind. His journey. All of the people he had known. His mother, Kris, Silver, Professor Elm. He would never see them again.

He was alone... mournful... scared...

Lost.

(Extra scene below the cut)

Footsteps echo off of the wooden floors and empty walls of Sprout Tower. As he walked, Gold thought to himself...

Haven't I been here before?

And... why does it feel like I've done this more than once?

#lost silver fic #creepypasta #lost silver #gold #silver #red #celebi #unown #pokemon creepypasta #cyndaquil #sprout tower #pikachu #gold and silver #pokemon gold and silver

[lilibrownlabonita]

Dark love-Franco x reader

Summary: The little story about you and Franco.

Warning: smut, murder, blood kink

Rating: +18

Work count: 2-3k

A/n: this was in my notepad for a long time, i decided to post it even though i don't have that many readers. Watch Dark forces. 💕

You were friends with Sonia Franco's sister and only a few years older than her, during your visits to her house you and Franco met. At first, he was distant, only saying "hi" when he looked at you.

Franco was away most of the time and when he was present he was quiet, observant and silent. Soon you found out from his sister the things he did to earn money, despite everything there was no judgment on your part, he did it because he wanted to give something good to his sister, no matter how dangerous his "work" was.

When Sonia disappeared Franco went after you trying to find answers, at your insistence you both went after your friend. At the creepy hotel you both shared the same room because it was safer, he insisted that you take the bed because deep down Franco is a gentleman.

As soon as the strange old man found Franco, things became strange beyond belief, he had nightmares almost every night and the screams from the other rooms scared you because they sounded like cries for help.

Despite everything, instead of worrying about himself he tried to comfort you by telling you not to be afraid because nothing would happen to him, the nightmares got worse every night and sometimes when he woke up he would act animalistic and try to hit whatever was around him, on one of those nights instead of waking him up you decided to lie on the couch until you felt his strong arms around you hugging your body and heard his whispers about the smell of your skin.

After the robbery the old stranger ordered Franco to do the two of you took the money and went to visit the white haired girl, although things didn't end well you had the name of a likely place your friend would be and for your safety he refused to take you along. Without a conquest and some injuries Franco returned to the hotel, you helped him with his injuries and he thanked you by pulling you into a deep and passionate kiss.

He was in love with you, lost his way, and even though he was contrary to about having a partner in crime the feelings were uncontrollable. When there was an opportunity to be close to you, to touch and feel you he seized the opportunity quickly. The kiss became hot and soon you were naked with you on Franco's lap riding his cock as fast as possible.

Keeping up his animal side he rubbed his blood all over you only to have you lick up every drop. With a good rest of a few hours and a shower you both set off again after his sister. This time luck was on your side, the psychic girl and Sonia were there, with them safe all that was left to do was to get out and get rid of all of this and go back to your normal life. That is until Franco is wounded, tears in your eyes and the fear of losing him make you act without thinking about the consequences, soon you realize that the handle of the knife that Franco gave you to protect yourself was in your hand and the sharp point was in the abdomen of the man who wounded your love.

Away from that mess the four of you ran away before the police arrived, somehow Franco survived and slowly healed, the girl returned to the lady who took care of her, and before saying goodbye she whispered to Franco that he was destined to love you. Your friend and now sister-in-law returned home safely, you promised that you would take care of her brother and love him as long as you were together.

The two of you left far away where you could not be found, but it was not easy, police were after you and in the process of escaping many of them were killed. One killed for the other, this was his way of saying "I love you", and not even for a second did Franco consider leaving you behind, he had long ago stopped believing in his beliefs about betrayal because now he knew what it felt like to be loved and to love back, the two of you would love each other to death and nothing could change this, it was your destiny.

#Franco x reader #tenoch huerta #tenoch #Dark forces #netflix dark forces #Fuego negro #franco imagine #namor

[dailycharacteroption]

Roleplaying Races 14: Astomoi

(art by @xcrimsonalertx here on tumblr!)

We’re back with another special on playable ancestries, and this one’s a bit obscure.

Ahhh, yes, the Astomoi, one of the playable options that I mentioned before when talking about things that I wish First Edition had done (i.e., fleshing out some of the otherwise one-and-done playable ancestries that were introduced in a bestiary and never touched again).

But without further ado, I give you the faceless psychic enigmas, the astomoi!

Now, with their psychic abilities and featureless bodies, one might assume that the astomoi are a completely original creation by Paizo, or barring that, a reference to some surreal fantasy or sci-fi fiction, but this is actually not the case!

First mentioned by Megasthenes and later by Pliny the Elder in their naturalist bestiary works, the Astomi, or Astomoi as we would come to call them, were supposedly a species of human-like beings from the mouth of the Ganges River that were notable for their hairy bodies and complete lack of mouth. These beings supposedly subsided on the air they inhaled and the smells of fragrant fruit and vegetables.

This sort of “human-like but having a strange anatomy” is common trope of bestiaries at the time, whether Megasthenes made them up entirely or heard about them from some traveller’s stories, and perfectly illustrates how the human imagination filled in the edges of the known world long before exploration, scientific observation and accurate recordings of events did.

The astomoi as they appear in Pathfinder look a bit different, but keep the key elements of being mouthless and the sensitivity of their sense of smell, as we shall soon see.

Our Astomoi are humanoid in shape and mostly hairless, their bodies absorbing light while also projecting colorful patterns on the surface of their skin, looking by all accounts like humanoid blots of darkness in which stars or shapes are sometimes seen. Astomoi lack not just mouths, but eyes, noses and ears, their craniums being truly featureless. Instead, their whole body is scent-focused sensory organ, while their natural psychic ability provides for their sight and hearing.

While they can absorb some nutrients through the air, their primary method of sustenance is to psychically pull the nutrients of foodstuff out and absorb it through their skin, rendering the food tasteless and of no nutritional value to others. However, their skin is also their greatest weakness, as the permeability of the skin, which facilitates their ability to absorb scents, makes them vulnerable to inhaled toxins and air-transmissible disease.

Sadly, the fact that this ancestry was created for a bestiary and hasn’t received a single bit of lore support means that our only clues as to their disposition and society are literal scraps. What we do know is that they are predisposed to asceticism, making it likely that their culture and way of life are contemplative, minimalist, and lacking in extravagance. Indeed, Astomoi rarely see the need to wear any clothing at all save for protective materials for the weather, and even in their native temperate homelands, the most they ever where are a few small rags, and not even for modesty, not that their anatomy sports anything that other peoples would consider covering. (or maybe they do, if there is any sexual dimorphism with astomoi, we literally have only one piece of art to go off of. So feel free to fill in those gaps yourself.)

I also imagine with their sensitive olfactory organs, that scent must pay a strong role in their society, with faint perfumes being used for aesthetic purposes or even to convey meaning, though obviously they don’t wear anything too strong to avoid overwhelming themselves and others. Similarly, their food is likely prepared with aroma in mind, with spices and cooking being used to bring out mouth-watering scents. Imagine a group of astomoi gathered round a large, perfectly cooked and seasoned baked fruit buffet, just taking in the smell before absorbing the nutrients. Maybe even preparing an additional portion for mouth-bearing neighbors, which the astomoi enjoy with their senses even though they do not partake.

Astomoi are observant and insightful, capable of making sense of the world and their own thoughts, however, their bodies are somewhat delicate.

Without a mouth, astomoi must use their telepathy to communicate with other beings with language. Notably, they don’t seem to have their own tongue, perhaps learning languages mostly to facilitate communication with non-astomoi rather than for communication with each other.

Naturally, their whole body being an olfactory organ gives them a keen sense of smell.

Meanwhile, they use telepathy to simulate darkvision within a moderate range, but are blind beyond that. However, that telepathy allows them to substitute thought components common to psychic spellcasting for the verbal counterparts found in most other magic traditions in a telepathic shout that the threads of magic respond to.

However, having such receptive and sensitive skin means that astomoi are quite vulnerable to inhaled poisons and disease.

That being said, having no mouth does mean you can’t exactly feed them something poisonous. They can, however, absorb the magical effects of potions and other magical ingestables in the same way they do food, so there is that.

With their high intelligence and wisdom, astomoi make excellent casters regardless of class, though of course they are middling when it comes to charisma casters, though not bad per se. That weakness to constitution does not do them any favors, so if you plan any sort of tanky close-range combatant, you should probably focused on having a high AC over being able to eat hits. With than in mind, their ascetic ways makes monk a tempting class, but you should probably focus on being a rapid damage dealer and debuffer rather than absorbing hits. Sneaky classes like rogue and such are also decent, though if you’re a trap-breaker, be a very good trap breaker, because that suceptability to inhaled toxins, while situational, could be a major problem. Honestly, the only thing I would recommend steering them away from is ranged builds, as their sense of sight is limited to 60 ft, ok for skirmishes in a dungeon, not so much for making a sniper in the open field.

Overall the astomoi is a clever idea for creating a serviceable playable ancestry out of an obscure folklore reference, but it is hampered by a lack of lore. However, that is just more imperative for you and your players to come up with lore for them that fits your world!

#pathfinder #race #astomoi #Bestiary 5

[nyxrev]

Tsukuyomi Trilogy

Chapter II: Icarus

A boy who flew too close to the sun

………….————- *Moon Craters Highway radio,

Welcome back. Last time we left off at eugenics and esp tricks. Buckle your seatbelts folks we're about to go downhill. Full throttle ahead with an Eastward turbulence.

“From our surveillance data…” *!!!* **red flag**

…eh? we could't even grasp the battle situation (much less catch any data) on our end though?

With the sisters held hostage, our moon agent releases Demon level monsters from the floor below. Now, exactly how much he knows about the HA floor plan idk, but the extent to which he is familiar with mechanisms of what we can see should already draw concern, if earlier mention of their “data” did not already perk up our ears.

Unfortunately, though execs felt brief confusion they brush off their uneasy sentiment, and soon forget about it as the agent thanks them for the valuable “specimen” and their focus is drawn to money matters.

The fact they don't immediately feel suspicious, nor try to discreetly ask an outsider about how they acquired such extensive data on what was supposed to be so secretive an operation, even their own people could not get data, and are so gullibly unwary of the outsider with undisclosed data to proceed “trades”, not only exposes how desperate for funds they are, it also exposes their catastrophic lack of critical awareness. Smb boutta get caught for gross negligence, except them execs will prolly get let off easy.

See, the world runs on money most luxurious of which often acquired through nefarious means. Sure, money can buy you comfort and security, but comes with an equally expensive cost. Well, you could buy comfort, but you might soon find out you pay for it… For example, perhaps we are already *quite very* familiar with circumstances of compromised critical security… You see…we can't let you have both at once now, can we…

The agent prepares to make his grand exit, and as he juggles the psychic sisters he declares all smug, “nobody would question the de*th of the witch sisters anytime soon, now would they?”

Excuse me young man I wholly disagree. In fact everyone who knows them would question their de* th more than anyone else's for no one would believe they'd go down so easily to some caged monsters. You should know better by now, what with Tatsumaki as an indispensable pillar of HA, and Fubuki an influential figure.

Cosmic Mad Hatter and the Oreo Hoops Boy

…A new party emerges from the suited group…and leaves the fray. Eyelashes shouts, enraged, “so You're the bastard…” who dr—gged Fubuki. Outrageous. Traitor. I mean, can you really call him traitor when he'd always been a spy?

It'd do well for Blizzard regulars to stay together get to know each other well so they can discern who (among them & out) is trustworthy.

Furious, they attack n I realized it's the first time I've seen Eyelashes' we.*pon, I always wondered how he'd fight with a pair of eyelash curlers. Not so benign a cosmetic tool now, eh?

But they're no match for psychic retaliation…Oh and doesn't Mad Hatter look like Choze there? Eyes of eugenic superiority complex.

Fubuki cares about her subordinates and I hope she cares about them as people and not assets, as I'm sure they each can learn and grow strong enough to hold their own, to truly help her grow as a person as well.

At the critical moment, Saitama crashes out of the monster den with his usual punch, shock on every face present, but distraction is fatal for an agent on mission and Tatsumaki seizes an open defence to strike. As expected, she would never let herself be compromised for naught.

“Found it” she reclaims autonomy…and oh how the tables have turned. All while she was bound, she located the p!ll. Smart.

silent agent panic “the capsule won't react…!?” Of course not, once Tatsumaki has control, you will never be able to reclaim control over it. Behold her power and precision, amateur.

What happens next, we all know. He gets gently poked 3x by 1 lil p!ll n-—-dle.

Excellent now your brilliant plan backfired most disastrously, you*&*your cult is humiliated, and I'm stuck here with you for the next 24hr as you try to rush to a psychic hospital if it even exists.

Why did he turn two shades darker as he teeter-totters two steps away from de*th, oh pois0ned bl*-*d mb. Tbh, at first I thought mb the p!ll was just sleep, and he said it had poison to bluff, but his pitiful state now, doesn't look too well. Hope you not allergic or got antidote for whatever it is

“Look I'll have you spit out all you know about Tsukuyomi later, you hear me” Now you rly see and feel the terror of tornado, right next to you.

I, too, want to t0rment you gently, for you made the most careless mistakes and lost your prizes.

Fly next to the Sun too keen and get burnt.

As Tatsumaki, at full threat, makes our poor fool of an agent spill the beans I can't help but recall an uncanny similarity between Apollo and Amai when he got poked by Do-S. Look at him, vessels emerged, almost monstrous.

Makes you wonder what they did to them, what happened under the kn!fe to get their artificially activated psychic power and how they maintain or strengthen it, right? I wouldn't be surprised if they did contact God on the Moon to get power or try to anyway. Maybe some of them, artificial psychics, are even monsterized for their hunger for power. Just a stray thought but I do wonder.

Now Apollo's mission to the Moon is honourably jeopardized, his failure might get him fired who knows, but Tatsumaki rightly spares no pity nor mercy and not only keeps enemy compromised but gets the job done thorough and through, all the way to the last precautionary step.

The spy, he manages to slip out of house arrest, but gets no pass and is thrown on the wall most gracefully as he makes meagre attempt to run.

My humour is broken as Garou's hut but I found it funny he just went “Bu-” … if you squint extra hard his knocked out form might even look a lil bit like the shape of ぶッ bahaha

On a serious note, I didn't expect Tsukuyomi to get their prizes or even escape unscathed, but I did wish they proved trickier to defeat, not* bc I want to see Tatsumaki suffer (MA was :'|) but bc I want to see her be decently challenged, not to traumatic extent, but by what challenges her to problem solve and use her smarts as well as but more than brute strength. To see her grow from catalytic challenges or experiences, so she is no longer so stubborn to fend for herself, her sister & co. alone, but can learn to work with and trust others, like we saw with Genos.

Let's stop here for now. Next chapter will be the last. It is short, but I should like to address what will prompt more questions than answers.

…^^^vroom vroom zoomies on highway to hell*

Pardon my weird amount of text censors. It got flagged or whatever it's called last time n idk what triggers the algorithm so. I had to crop out the first two panels of the scene where he got backfired literally cuz idk if photos also trigger the system. But the first two were most obvious similarity to Amai's broken mask so ifykyk

#opm #one punch man #opm manga #opm god #psychic #thoughts #fubuki #tatsumaki #tsukuyomi #gearsper #apollo #icarus #hermes #hero association #corporate corruption #belated character speculation

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CELESTIALS YAYEA

i know you guys like mythicals but what is celestials… i promise more mythical stuff soon….. (revived celestials by the way not the old before christ ones) also im sorry this is so long... i do 2 headcanons per character AND MY HEADCANONS ARE USUALLY LONG SO 

attmoz can’t and i mean CANT play the drums, if he tried it would sound like someone getting ran over or nails on a chalk board which is psychically not possible WHICH MEANS WHEN THEY PLAY THE DRUMS THEY BREAK EVERYTHING 

they also just randomly hit celestials on the head with his guitar so they don’t know who hit them, and they just start random fights about it plixie’s head can kinda just... burst... open at times. it doesn’t hurt though it just feels like.. tingly and the other celestials freak out when it happens (furnoss is the one who fixes it) before starhenge fell, plixie used to have a small crush on attmoz and would never admit to it (galvana and blassoom knew), when bein revived though plixie remembered a strong connection with attmoz, but not the crush part glaishur surprisingly... LOVES SUMMER. they get so bummed out when they can’t play on fallen starhenge and have to go under some shade cause them and their little glacier.. drum thing will melt  their really great friends with torrt though, they talk about stuff together or something furnoss cant cook on their life. in a life or death situation and furnoss had to cook your literally getting a burnt ramen noodle that’s doesn’t even have broth, then they’d eat it. cause. curiosity is high in a kid Heavy italian accent. (and is the tallest of the celestials, but probably one of the most kind hearted) blassoom once accidentally spilled seeds in loodvigg’s piano, it caused some plants to accidentally grow, loodvigg cut them off but kept some cause they looked nice (loodvigg won’t admit to them liking it, and they don’t know that it was blassoom since hornacle also helps planting) did you guys see that one image where attmoz was challenging blassoom to a one leg challenge.. and ATTMOZ WAS STANDING ON THE EDGE??? OF FALLEN STARHENGE??? i like to think that blassoom thought the idea was funny, but also incredibly stupid. like blassoom is that one friend who is always worried for you and is prepared for the worst... hornacle and scaratar DEFINITELY go on little adventures together that they think are real, like exploring the “jeweled caves” when its actually just syncopite hornacle also has a heavy german accent but talks like a 50 year old grandpa would (EVEN WHEN OLD) TORRT IS LAARRGEE. IN A GOOD WAY. like a bernese mountain dog but like 2 times larger  also this thing can LIFT. can probably sustain a whole ecosystem on its back vhamp can be ridden on its back like a horse (galvana has tried, old and young) the reason why vhamp looks so worn out when older is because hornacle would always try to ride on its back old and young and it would end up with galvana and plixie having to fix them  most of the celestials have tempted galvana into using their orb (i dont know what it is hel) into a ball, which they tried once. NEVER. AGAIN. baby galvana still likes to lead the celestials, they are the smallest out of the younger celestials but the strongest (beat torrt in an arm wrestle three times in a row) scaratar knows that a few of the celestials are afraid of bugs, ESPECIALLY attmoz, a little inchworm makes him want to scream. so scaratar, knowing this specifically crowds around attmoz so their beetles crawl on them, and the more scaratar does it the more the beetles take a liking to attmoz scaratar is also starhenge’s prankster, the MOST VILE ONE.  loodvigg knows everyone’s secrets, plixie is secretly afraid of the dark, so whenever its just loodvigg and plixie awake they make everything go... pitch black. BIG fan of museums, thinks they are perfect in every way syncopite and torrt like to taunt glaishur with rocks and stuff, since ice is very fragile they ADORE shiny stuff too, like a crow basically. you show syncopite a shiny charm or something and.. its not yours anymore. ITS SYNCOPITE’S. 

#my singing monsters #celestial