My dear more-than-a-friend, @cultofpokeshipping, currently has a creepy stalker who has tagged him in posts and told him to go die/kill himself at least twice. Please help out by spreading good vibes and love Cult’s way and, if you find the time, flag @ineedslep’s blog (I’ve blocked them so I can’t link to them in this post but the username is: ineedslepp) so staff can maybe take it away from them.
They’ve also called all Pokeshippers racists but they seem to have zeroed in on Mike for no reason that I can think of, sending him harassing asks and tagging him in unrelated posts. I have yet to find any reason why.
Please help us out and reblog this post too until this person is handled. Nobody deserves to be treated like this!
I’m going to be helping more with She’s Leaving, Dean edits. This will take some pressure off of Mel. I’d been doing some, but not a fair amount. As we’re back to writing again, I hope to make things smoother, and easier to post!
I’m going to be making up a posting schedule. I will post it when I figure that all out. Make things last, and this way, there’s no anxiously wondering when things will get out.
Happily Ever After is just about half way written. I’m in love with this series.
A new chapter of A Cajun and a Gamer will be out sometime this evening, as well.
I’m trying out some new things, I’m not sure if they’ll be posted yet or not. I’ll have @megansescape give them a look over as I finish them to see whether they’re post worthy or not lol.
I’m not sure when, but soon, I will be starting therapy, which means some days I might not get on at all. If I don’t, Mel will make it known for y’all.
real talk chris evans just pisses me off so much bc he’s an actual “get a man who can do both” meme like hear me out on one hand he’s a frat boy dressing dude who works the fuck out at the gym, buys 6 packs of beer to go along with his six pack on his body, invents games like “frozen blackjack” and is really good at throwing parties apparently BUT ON THE OTHER HAND he’s a gigantic disney nerd?? a huge romantic sap and a Take Home Guy™?? he talks to his mom about everything and makes everyone feel welcome all the time?? very tolerant and polite?? adopts DOGS and names them after characters in his favorite movies?? loves kids and wants to get married ASAP?? honestly what the. fuck
super-powered version of the FAHC is an awful, unstoppable thing.
Powered humans are rare, sure, but not unheard of; the Fake’s aren’t
the only group out there defying reality in broad daylight. What
makes them so remarkable, so formidable and distressingly hard to
combat, is the way they use those powers. The way each member has
taken their gift and twisted it, pulled and torn and stretched it to
unforeseen territory, used their powers in ways no one else has even
dreamed. Ways most could only imagine in their worst nightmares.
might be the most obvious example, the clearest illustration of the
perversion of abilities, power turned on its head and used against
its intention. He’s inspired them all, one way or another, to push
their powers to the limits, into shapes they don’t belong in,
powerful and strange and noticeably tarnished. On anyone else Ryan’s
gift would be one of healing, of hope and restoration, empathetic and
inherently altruistic. Its not a power most would associate with a
life of crime, outside perhaps a medic, definitely not one most would
pick for a mercenary, for the infamously deadly Vagabond. Ryan
though, he’s never been one to let a little thing like reason set him
back, never felt constrained by expectation, and he wasn’t about to
let his powers derail his goals. Ryan has taken the ability to heal
and broken it down into stages, approached inexplicable magic like a
scientist, methodically identifying how to extract the exact elements
he was after. He has the power to heal, yes, but what can be healed
may also decay, that which can be stitched back together may just as
easily be disassembled; it is no more difficult to displace blood
than it is to correctly route it. With a touch Ryan can stop hearts,
can rend tissue and implode organs. He can push natural reactions
into overdrive, can encourage minor ailments into unstoppable
disease, convince various systems to shut down without exposure to
extreme circumstance. The only limit is Ryan’s own bountiful
creativity, and while it might not be what people expect from the
Vagabond he wouldn’t swap his abilities for anything.
can change his density at will. Becoming immensely dense has some
obvious uses in their world; bullets literally bouncing off his skin
and fists that can shatter bones with a single punch, but becoming
unnaturally light has just as many applications. Jeremy can change
his weight mid-jump to achieve inhuman distance, can fall from great
heights without a parachute, can climb sheer walls and hold his
entire body up on the tip of a finger. There is no weight Jeremy
cannot lift, no wall or door that can keep him out, let alone cuffs
or bars to contain him. If Jeremy does not want to move there is
physically no way to make him, and if he sets his sights on
destroying something little can be done to stop him.
can communicate telepathically. This comes in handy when getting a
hold of his crew, so long as they are within his range he can speak
to them comms or no, but they are not the only ones he can speak to.
All it takes is some connection, long term emotional links allow for
greater distance but as long as Geoff is looking at someone he can
get into their mind. Can sneer at police officers, whisper threats to
rivals, force unsuspecting strangers to have the most peculiar
thoughts and terrify anyone who tries to stand in his way. While
Geoff can only really scrape through the top level of someones mind,
more emotion and direct thoughts than any deep secrets, it is no
great difficulty to convince people that he sees a lot more. Let them
feel him poking around, quote a few stray thoughts back at them and
suddenly not only do his victims believe he sees all but they are
much more likely to think loudly about the very things they hope he
doesn’t notice. Geoff can push images as easily as word, useful when
sharing a story but even more so as a form of torture; he can fill
minds with his darkest thoughts, plague dreams with images from his
nastiest nightmares, provide a personalised hell that is impossible
to escape from.
controls heat. It’s a power people tend to fear, think it synonymous
with mastery over fire, imagine sparking fingers and raging infernos.
Which, to be fair, isn’t wholly inaccurate, but is hardly the extent
of Michael’s power. He can create fire sure, can raise the
temperature to extremes in pinpointed locations to ignite a room, but
he doesn’t need to. Michael can press heat straight into a body, can
warm someone up or cook them from the inside out, can burn slowly or
kill in an instant. His powers extend to objects too, he can melt
metals, boil water, absorb and deflect heat, and set off explosives.
While people don’t associate it with him the way the do fiery rage,
what can go up can of course also go down. Michael can drop the
temperature, can produce dangerous frost and sharp ice shards, freeze
someone in water and induce frostbite with a simple touch. Michael is
completely unbothered by extreme temperatures, can render himself
undetectable on thermal imaging cameras and change the temperature of
objects so suddenly they shatter. Even those who flee aren’t safe;
careening into danger as roads are suddenly coated in black ice or
bubble and melt beneath flaming tires.
can multiply himself, a series of duplicates capable of drawing fire
and completing simple tasks. They were once mere mindless echoes of
his actual self, near translucent and noticeably different if you
looked closely enough, quickly giving birth to the term Ghost Ray
when describing them. They didn’t stay that way though, Ray quietly
practising and practising until they not only solidified but he could
split his conciousness between them, could act as all bodies
simultaneously and be in half a dozen places at once. It’s
disconcerting, the way they all look real now. The way they all are
Ray now, will fade away like
they were never there when Ray lets them go, or when they die, but
until then he can be in any and all of them at once. It bears
thinking about, considering some die. Considering one stays.
Considering the way Ray doesn’t like to talk about it, practises late
at night and sends his selves off on private missions, laughs and
deflects and fades away.
can manipulate the wind; her jets are always boosted and her cars
caught and righted before they can ever spin out, while any who
pursue her find themselves shoved off the roads. She can deflect
bullets, catch plummeting bodies and stir up various weather
phenomena. As though this was not enough Jack’s power over the air
allows her to create small vacuums, granting her the ability to suck
oxygen from a room. To steal it right out of lungs, suffocating her
opponents without lifting a finger to touch them. Alone she is more
than dangerous, but Jack has always worked best with others. Her
powers are particularly effective when combined with Michael or
Jeremy; catching Jeremy up and hurling him like a canon ball and
taking ice or flame and whirling them into deadly tornadoes. She can,
just as effectively, force them all to calm down when things start
getting out of hand; wind separating fights, extinguishing fires,
airless pockets keeping anyone from storming away in a huff, and
being sudden drenched by rain provides a wholly undignified end to
any petty squabbles.
power is all about luck. It’s not the most exciting power at first
glance; he can see probabilities, split-second calculations that
manifest in inexplicable feelings, knowing just when to duck, when to
take a detour, when to blow off a meeting and stay home instead. It’s
not a power most people would associate with violent crime, rather
imagine lotto winnings and effortless celebrity, but most people
aren’t Gavin. It was simple intuition at first; shoot now, trust him,
buy the ticket, check your phone. But Gavin, being Gavin, pressed for
more. Worked out how to manipulate his own luck instead of relying on
chance, concentrating on what he wants so his powers bend around him,
gift evolving from simple suggestions into something else all
together. When Gavin assures himself that all he needs in the world
is to shoot his way out of a situation there is no way he will be
unlucky enough have a gun run empty, when he needs to make a purchase
he will never have the misfortune of running out of money, when he
settles himself as the frontman of the FAHC none will be lucky enough
to resist his charms. Now that he knows how to push, the limits of
Gavin’s power are completely unknown – the least visibly impressive
and yet the possibilities are as astounding as they are impossible.
He needed a worthy crew, so he found one; they desired power, so they
got it; it would be unlucky to die, so they don’t.