XV. The Devil - Power of possession, manipulation but also vitality, strength, creative power, sensuality, humor Anubis - God of the dead, mummification, guide in the underworld, the one who weighs the hearts
So. Hello, Reyes, you shady bastard.
I went crazy with the symbolics. I mean. There is too much of it in this character and I couldn’t resist. The tarot, his past, his … call it present/possible future. Mixed all of it together. I know that Anubis isn’t really the representative of the Devil, but. I just went for it anyway, because the card suits Reyes’ character too well. <3
Also no, I certainly didn’t think I’d dust my old Book of the Dead off to look for references for a scifi fanart. Aka I was looking for the goddamn heart, because I had no idea how to draw it. Hahah.
heyyy so i woke up to seeing the pics of mlb at stage door having 400 notes?? soooo uhh thank you??? but anyway here’s the vid i took featuring my friend (who knows nothing about broadway) asking him for a high five and my other friend ( @benji-applebaumm ) and i in the middle of almost dying!
DANCE MAJORS AU. (Part 1, Part 1.5,Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3 finale) Contemporary Ballet Dancer Shiro is someone everyone admires and basically Everyone’s Crush™ but he already have his eyes set on a certain new hip-hop dancer recruit next door who’s always wearing red. He doesn’t have the guts to ask him out–at all. However, he asks if he could teach him hip-hop dancing.
Sora is something else when he’s behind the wheel of a car because he is either at one end of the emotional extreme or the other.
He is the kind of driver who makes sure to thank other drivers on the road for their consideration. If someone lets him switch lanes and get in front of them, he sticks his hand up and waves to them. He also mutters, “Thank you,” even though there’s absolutely no way for the other driver to hear or even see his lips forming the words aw hon
He is also the kind of driver who shows off a very… colorful… vocabulary when he’s dealing with bad drivers. He never drives aggressively– especially not behind the wheel of someone else’s car! But he swears up a storm that even makes Gladio a little uncomfortable. (Don’t tell them to put a rusty tire iron there, Sora…)
While we’re on the subject of Sora in the car, he sits between Noct and Gladio in the backseat
With Sora in the party, Ignis now has TWO stubborn and sleepy boys to drag out of bed each morning
Sora’s Keyblade ex Machina becomes a Thing
No more having to worry about accidentally locking the keys in the car because there’s a boy in the party with the universe’s biggest and dumbest-looking master key
Noctis politely accepting the dungeon key from Ezma even though there is absolutely no need for it with Sora “Yes-by-it-works-on-any-lock-I-MEAN-it-works-on-any-lock.”
Yes this results in the boys facing off against a monster they are nowhere near equipped to handle
Yes Gladio has to drag Sora’s and Prompto’s unconscious bodies all the way back up to the dungeon’s entrance
Yes they go back for revenge once they’ve collectively toughened up
Imagine Sora getting captured by Niffs only to create increasing frustration in their ranks because they literally cannot keep this kid locked in a room
Sora looks forward to getting to meet Lunafreya! :D
Noctis gets frustrated that he can’t talk to Luna more often. Sora suggests he write her a message, stick it in a bottle, and cast it out to sea.
He’s only half joking
Sora getting! So excited! When Noct assures him that of course he can come to the wedding! Sora’s never been to a wedding before! :D :D :D
As their friendship grows stronger, Noct decides to make Sora one of his groomsmen!!!!!
Imagine the bachelor party omfg
Real talk: SORA WOULD CRY AT A WEDDING. HE LOVES TO SEE PEOPLE HAPPY AND IN LOVE!!!!!
The chocobros fearing Sora’s power more than ever when they realize that his hair naturally stands up like that. No hair gel necessary. His hair is just Too Powerful
Prompto is so jealous
Sora sometimes gets really quiet when they’re on the beach at Galdin Quay or Cape Caeum. He sort of spaces out. Just stares out at the horizon with the waves lapping up around his ankles.
Angst under the cut. :O
The Return of the Angst Corner:
In the first year of the long night, Sora tries a number of methods to get in touch with his friends
He tries to summon old friends and encourage them to let Donald, Goofy, etc. know that he’s okay– just stranded in Eos. Genie, Mushu, Peter Pan, all of them. The only way they’ll be able to send the message is if they visit their home worlds, though– not a very good chance of that happening. Still, it’s worth a shot.
He sends a message in a bottle every time he’s near the ocean. He is nearly killed in the waters of Galdin Quay by a Ronin during one of these attempts. He’d been too caught up in making sure the waves carried off the bottle. Careless.
Eventually… he gives up.
It’s worth noting that even when things are at their bleakest, Sora doesn’t lose his kindness or optimism. He is gentle and patient with wary survivors and is usually the one who convinces people hesitant to leave their homes behind to seek refuge in Lestallum.
It’s easy to forget how horrible things are when you’re sitting by the fire with Sora, whose smiles and laughter are infectious. He’s such a good storyteller– great at getting your mind off of the actual apocalypse happening in the world beyond
This boy is Great With Kids
He knows Noctis will come back, and they’ll bring back the light
It’s only a matter of time
Sora takes shifts with other hunters to stand watch at the city limits of Lestallum
Whenever a daemon gets too close, he is usually the first to reach them– he launches himself off, sometimes boosted by magic, and usually takes it down before it sees him coming
Sora isn’t quite sure of the exact moment he was infected with the Starscourge
But if he had to guess
While on a supply run with Prompto, he is ambushed by a gargoyle that manages to latch onto his left arm… with its teeth
Prompto’s killed the thing before Sora has a chance to scream– puts a bullet in its head.
Its head explodes. Sora’s covered in its blood– it’s on his face, in his hair, in his mouth… and it’s all over his left arm, too
Sora remembers reading up on the Starscourge a little bit after hearing Luna talking about it on the radio once… something about “photophilic organisms” infecting a host and leeching off of them like a parasite until
It really could have been something else. Maybe the world’s darkness was just finally getting to Sora. Maybe Ardyn did something to him. Or maybe he was infected by daemon’s blood in an open wound.
Don’t tell Prompto.
Sora keeps it a secret at first. The thin black tendrils curling beneath the skin of the underside of his left forearm are easy enough to hide with sleeves.
It takes a couple of weeks before it starts to hurt
It’s a throbbing, pulsating pain. It matches his heartbeat a little too well.
The marks spread quickly. More quickly than Sora remembers reading it did. Why is it spreading so damned fast?!
Sora is doing inventory in the stockroom with Nayvth when he experiences an intense palpitation that takes his breath away. He gets so dizzy that he slips off of a ladder while counting the ethers
He’s too woozy to stop a couple of well-meaning bystanders from carrying him to the infirmary– the town had fashioned the restaurant by the kebab stand into one during the long night
He’s able to pull himself together enough to fight off the nurse who tries to examine him. He’s fine. Just tired. Just hungry.
He lies to the nurse, but he decides he can’t lie to his friends. He decides this after checking in the mirror to find that the infection has spread up his arm, across his shoulder, towards his heart.
Once everyone knows, they are determined to find a cure
Ignis, having had nine years to grow accustomed to his blindness, being met with frustration he hasn’t felt in years when he realizes that most of the relevant books in Lestallum’s local library are not in braille
Prompto staying up late with Ignis, reading passages to him about the Starscourge, the Oracles’ effort through generations to contain it, and beyond
The infection spreads to Sora’s neck, and now he’s stuck wearing turtlenecks and carefully-pinned scarves to hide it.
He is absolutely not a turtleneck guy. It’s so constricting and uncomfortable at first! He can’t stand it.
The Scourge spreads to his face
It spreads to his left eye
The people of Lestallum don’t need to worry about isolating Sora. He isolates himself.
People who’d once heralded Sora a hero, cooked him meals, played checkers with him– they’re too afraid to come close
Sora gets it. He really does. Nothing is known about the disease. How infectious is it? Is it transmittable in the air? Will they get the Scourge too if Sora sneezes too close to them?
Sora doesn’t know. But he wears gloves when he’s around Ignis, Gladio, Prompto, and the handful of others who refuse to let his condition stop them from being at his side
It takes a while before the disease begins to affect his mind
Lapses in his memory. He’d come back to his senses and have no idea how he got to wherever he is
He gets irritable. Very.
He lashes out at the slightest provocation. With Gladio especially
He gets downright scary in battle at times.
He keeps hacking away at a Salpinx’s body even though it’s already dead. He’ll never forget the look on Prompto’s face when he finally regains himself
He has a violent coughing fit one night. He pulls his hand away, and there’s black ooze in his palm
He still accepts hunts and stands watch and takes care of daemons that get too close to the city
He takes on the biggest fucking Snaga he’s ever seen in his life and is overwhelmed
It kicks his ass
He would have for sure died if not for Ardyn
His brain screams at him to stay awake, to get up, to finally get back at this piece of shit for everything he’s done to Noctis, to Prompto, to all of his friends– but he’s in too much pain and he’s short of breath and his heart is fluttering and stuttering and everything hurts. He passes out.
He wakes up at camp with Ardyn. Ardyn’s cooking something for them to eat.
Ardyn tells him about his past life– how he’d not only been a Lucian king, but also a healer. He can’t cure the Starscourge. Those powers were lost to him long ago. But he can treat it.
Sora has no way of knowing if this is true or not.
But based on what Ardyn said, it sounds like Ardyn treated the Scourge by drawing it out of the host– and absorbing it himself
Does that mean healing Sora will make Ardyn stronger?
No way he can risk that. This freak is powerful enough already. He’d rather die than make it harder for his friends to save the world.
Ardyn doesn’t give him a choice
After Ardyn draws out most of the Scourge, he’s gone
Sora finds a map that helps him get back to Lestallum. It’s not far.
He does feel a lot better. He didn’t realize what an effort breathing had been for him lately until now– it’s so much easier. The air tastes so much cleaner.
He doesn’t know how much time he has left, now that Ardyn’s interfered with the hands of the clock. He just has to hope that Noctis gets back soon. Because he wants to be there when they finally take Ardyn down.
Words: 6,320 (sorry its super long, I got carried away)
Warnings: Unedited, very mild makeout session (;
Paring: Tony Stark’s Daughter x Peter Parker
The Avengers compound was quieter than normal Saturday night. The television flickered in the corner as the men switched flipped back and forth between NFL games. Natasha and Wanda chatted amongst themselves ignoring the sporting event like it was their job. Shouting resulted to a bare minimum much to the surprise of the young teenager propped on the kitchen bar stool. Peter Parker had been apart of the Avengers for a little over three months and never in his time apart of the team had he witnessed them so lifeless. The Avengers slumped around like deflated balloons lacking interest in all activities.
A soft sigh fell from Peter’s soft lips while he pushed himself off the metal seat. His warm brown eyes fell to the watch fasten around his wrist. 10:06, Aunt May would expect him home by midnight but with the lack of activity, calling it a night didn’t seem like such a horrible option. Peter was use to hating the time that rolled around when he was forced to take the long haul back to his apartment. The train rides were sketchy, the walk in the cold was gruesome, and the local New York civilians had a tendency to be the most bitter people in the world. But out of all the things Peter hated about having to leaving the tower, Y/n was by far the most.
“Soooo Shockwave…you decided to give a bunch of stranded amnesiac Eukarians the memories and identities of known Autobots and Decepticons and then leave them to fight each other down to last spiritually broken, nihilistic, suicidal steampunk scout why exactly?”
Okay can we talk about the look that Ian gives Mickey when Mickey says that Ian had his back more than his family ever did?
How tragic is that Ian is shocked when Mickey said that because he has realized just how untrue that is? He clearly knows that Mickey is giving him entirely too much credit. He completely recognizes that he wasn’t actually there for Mickey nearly as much as Mickey seems to remember, and he feels bad because if the limited amount of times that Ian backed him up is considered more than his family… Then Ian is finally realizing just how alone Mickey always was. Looking in Ian’s eyes and seeing that regret and that shame honestly made me forgive him instantly because it was made painfully clear that he knew how much of an ass he was and he feels bad for it (though I had already mostly excused him because he was unmedicated, but this took the cake). I feel like this is something that a lot of Ian haters seem to overlook is the fact that Ian clearly knows that he fucked up and clearly knows that he was horrible to Mickey and that he doesn’t deserve him anymore and that is just so upsetting to see him recognize that.
Who’s to say that Ian wasn’t constantly wrestling with his guilt at knowing that in the end he wasn’t a very good boyfriend to Mickey even before this moment? (Obviously I know it wasn’t his fault, but try telling that to Ian… especially in this moment.) He recognized that he did build a wall between him and Mickey that hurt both of them. That wall was built when he broke up with him in 5x12, I argue to protect Mickey from hurting if Ian decided to remain unmedicated, but also to protect himself from the pain of knowing he would be hurting Mickey, and also to protect himself from Mickey eventually leaving (which I have no doubt Ian saw happening while his plan was still to keep off his meds). When Mickey punched him in the arm for not visiting him, I felt all of that built up pain and resentment for being abandoned and my heart broke so much. Imagine the resentment he was burying deep up until that moment. All of the visitation days he was waiting, hoping, for Ian to show up and never did. The letters he may have started but never sent because he knew he wouldn’t get a response. So literally all he had in prison was the memory of their relationship and his confidence that if he got to see Ian on his meds that Ian would be back to his Ian, or at least closer, and that they could make it work. Then my heart double broke when I saw the shame in Ian’s eyes for knowing he abandoned Mickey…
Guys, I am so not fucking okay. I am so far from okay.