overpower

jessecgaming  asked:

How do you kill somebody with hate in them? Is it possible to kill someone who let the hate fuse with their soul?

I guess it’d have to be an overwhelming power, since hate has this crazy fast overpowered regenerative powers. You either kill it in one shot or hurt it so much that it won’t have a chance to heal fast enough

also you guys KNOW i love iconic by house of lashes like they’re the only lashes i like but recently i tried eye need you by violet voss and they’re so cute and i’ve been getting a ton of compliments and they’re only 10 pounds (my British pound sign key is broken it only shows hashtags for some reason?) so you know heads up

Kakashi really is so extra. As if letting his hair do what it pleases and wearing a mask wasn’t enough just look at his jutsus. Mr. “Oh I can’t use my overpowered and ridiculously wasteful lightning stab anymore. Whatever will I do? Oh I know-make it purple.”

God, I love this guy.

Vanitas D-Linking Technique

so I’ve seen a lot of KH players express utter confusion re: Ven’s final boss fight in BBS (the D-Link portion). with the latest influx of people trying to catch up on the series in time for KH3, I’m seeing this confusion a lot more lately, and on reddit especially.

so, for anyone who might be new to the game or who just got lucky in the past and still doesn’t know how it works, THIS IS HOW IT WORKS:

  • You need to charge your command gauge all the way to unlock Vanitas’ finisher. this is done by clashing with him using either of the two new moves in your deck (Dark Spiral, Dark Splicer) or your Shotlock. which you use is up to you; I personally prefer the Shotlock, but if my focus gauge runs empty then I use Dark Spiral, since I can only take two to three hits before dying and Splicer has trickier timing (although it does look cooler).
  • Clash with him, overpower him using the on-screen prompt, gain energy in your command gauge.
  • Because Vanitas is a brat, sometimes he’ll stall for time by not attacking and your command gauge will start to lose that precious energy you just fought for. If you’re confident in your movement abilities, dash forward, smack him a few times, and then get the heck out of there. Those few hits will reset the invisible timer on your command gauge. 
  • Once your gauge is full, you get the prompt for the finisher Last Word. Take your time with this, because your gauge is now fixed and will not deplete if you don’t use it right away.
  • Again, take your time with this. Do not use it randomly, you will most likely fail. This is where all the complaints I see come from, because players just spam it and miss and get frustrated. To use it, you have to clash it with one of his moves just like you did previously – specifically, either his Shotlock or Dark Spiral.
  • DO NOT use it if he’s just standing there, and DO NOT use it if he starts teleporting around. You want to face him when you start the finisher, and if he’s teleporting behind you then obviously it can’t work.
  • When you see him start up his Shotlock or Dark Spiral, trigger the finisher. (I personally recommend Spiral as the safer bet, because if you’re timing’s off it’s possible to run face-first into his Shotlock and either die or take damage. Either way, you lose your Finisher and have to start over.) After a cool action sequence, he should die. 

There might be alternative ways to do it (in which case do feel free to add on), but this is how I’ve always done it - and except for the couple times where I was impatient and got smacked by his Shotlock, it always works for me.

On rp’s

Want to start a fight with my muse? No problem, I know it’s a bad guy, perfectly normal to want to defeat the evil.

But if you want me to be interested in interacting with you after that, do not overpower yourself.

I’ve had happen more than once that someone would react to a mere stab from my character with basically a “hah, I’m immortal/you missed, now I snap my fingers and you’re dead”

That isn’t fun. 

I can understand that we both want our character to win a fight, and if you come to me in a separate message and ask if you can win it, I can agree to that. But I refuse to ever go down without a fight.

My character is canonically a good fighter. Have your character need to put forth an effort for their victory. Have them grunt in pain as they get hit. Have their victory feel like a victory rather than giving me a reason to instantly unfollow, not respond and ignore/delete any attempt of you to continue/start a new fight.

And if you can’t rp on these terms, you’re an asshole. Pushing someone’s honest attempt at a good rp in the mud and laughing at it is not something I want to be part of.

And no matter the rp, it should never be a problem to discuss things about an rp with each other.

Who Are You?

Prompt: “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

It has started with some very simple, simple things. Harry doesn’t take his tea with cream anymore. He starts drinking it with sugar only. Once Draco tries to make him his usual tea, Harry refuses. And then it escalates to be worse.

At first, Draco ignores all the changes Harry has made, but then it becomes more ridiculous by weeks, and now Draco is worried. Harry stops putting fresh hydrangeas on their dining table. Harry stops taking his tea with cream. Harry stops giving Draco good morning kisses. Harry gets angry if Draco makes a simple tiny mistake, like dropping a mug. Last night, Harry gets angry when Draco tries to cuddle him – he just wanted to help Harry to sleep. Oh, Draco is hurt, so very hurt, but his concerns for Harry overpower every other emotion in his mind.

After a month, Harry becomes miserable, more miserable than what he lets Draco to believe. He closes his personal space, and doesn’t let anyone in, except for the occasional gentle coax from Draco, which he returns with curt one word answers. Draco knows a lot of side of Harry Potter, what scares him is this side looks awfully similar to Harry Potter three months after the war. Cold, calm, but vicious. You touch the wrong button, he’ll bite your hands off. Draco also knows there’s pain and sadness under that dull green eyes. Merlin, how he missed the twinkle in that eyes.

Draco has kept his silent for over a month, but when a shitfaced drunk Harry decides to get home after 2 in morning, then Draco cannot stay in silent any longer. Harry noisily slams the door open and closes it again gentler as the sound hurts his head. Draco is sitting in the sofa, being worried out of his mind, only to be surprised because his fucking boyfriend decides to get drunk without telling him anything. Draco is angry –no, he’s fucking furious he could bite someone’s head off, so he sits silently, watching Harry’s drunken antics with a murderous glare. Harry staggers a little bit, before tripping on his own feet, and lands with his bum on the floor, effectively facing a livid Draco. He has the audacity to grins.

“Hey…o, Malfoy!” Harry slurs his words while grinning. Draco is stunned for a second; Harry is back to calling him Malfoy, but there’s no malice in his eyes. “Youu.. look angryy.” Harry states.

“I am angry.” Draco mumbles as he stands up and walk to Harry, trying to help him stands up.

“Why?” Harry finally asks with his big green eyes, bearing innocent curiosity that almost gets through Draco’s anger. Harry stops walking before tugging Draco’s sleeve with his free hand so that Draco stops to. Draco sighs heavily before looking at the person whom supposed to be his boyfriend. Harry’s eyes stares deeply into Draco’s grey one. “Why?” he repeats in the same tone.

“Because you do this, and because you’re doing whatever you’re doing for the last month and a half.” Draco answers before tugging the hand that is around his shoulder to make them move again. They keep their silent, until Harry is safely tucked on the bed and Draco is leaving the bedroom. Harry catches Draco’s hand before he can move away from the bedside

“Where are you going? Why aren’t you staying?”

“I can’t, Harry, we both know I’ve been crawling out of this bed every midnight to sleep downstairs for the last week.” Harry looks utterly confused and sad.

“Why are you sleeping downstairs? We’re boyfriends, are we not?” Draco sighs again.

“Yes, we’re boyfriends –at least we were until you started pulling all of this stunts.” He mutters the last part. “Doesn’t always mean you want me by your side every night, Harry, and I don’t want to disturb your sleep, as little as it is every night.” Draco answers wearily, this whole thing is hurting him more than he will ever admit. He misses his Harry. “I’m going downstairs, okay, we’ll talk about this tomorrow, please?” he begins pleading –huh, he never thought he can be more pathetic than he already is, but Harry’s expression stutters and he finally lets his vulnerability shows. All Draco’s will to leave is dumped in the nearest bin. Harry’s lower lips start trembling and his green eyes start producing tears, sad eyes stare into Draco.

“I don’t want you to leave. Don’t leave me, please.” His voice cracks and Draco is already kneeling on the floor, holding Harry’s hand tightly while his other hand brushes away the tears. “Don’t leave me, Draco.” Drunken Harry starts to panic. Merlin, what happened to him?

“Hey, hey, shh… calm down, yeah? I’m not leaving; I’m not leaving you anywhere.” Draco tries to say in a gentle voice, fingers keep brushing the leaked tears on Harry’s temple. He moves to his side of the bed, and lies down before hugging Harry to his chest, fingers calmly stroking the black hair in a soothing pace. Harry immediately buries his head on Draco’s chest, tightening his arms around his lover’s waist. Right now, Draco can’t leave –no, he won’t leave. Not when Harry is like this. He lets his protective side to take over when once again he sees Harry as a young, vulnerable, lost little boy he once met in Madam’s Malkin when they were 11. This Harry is Draco’s to protect; he won’t let any harm tears Harry down until he is left in that 11 years old boy vulnerable state. They will have to kill him first before they can touch that boy.

“Stay, Draco, promise me you won’t leave me behind.” Harry finally whispers in his chest.

“I’m here, I won’t leave you until you ask me to do so, I promise.” Only then Harry lets himself be swayed by the gentle numbness of alcohol, let himself be consumed by the darkness, knowing with certain that his Draco will pulls him out and saves him.

*

Draco didn’t sleep at all that night. He waited until the sun rises, before letting Harry goes from his embrace. They need to talk, immediately, and knowing it’s Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, their talk could be the start of something chaotic. It could be the start of their end. So, Draco sits beside Harry on the bed, and waits until his lover wakes up with a glass of water and a hangover potion ready in his hands. Huh, he must have look like a fright right now.

After a few moments, Harry finally groans before slapping the pillow to cover his head. Judging from his state, he won’t remember anything from last night. Draco decides to be kind and closes the curtain on their windows –not much longer now it will be back to Harry’s windows, or Potter’s window. Draco shoves the phial of hangover potion into Harry’s hand, who finally decides to sit up and drinks the potions and water in a very quick pace until he’s coughing. Draco’s hand moves unintentionally to pat his back, but stops before it can reach anything, afraid that Harry will once again get mad at him, which in the end will delay their talk.

“You okay?” Draco still asks though. Softly, gently, in a careful tone. That’s when Harry’s eyes finally catch Draco’s figure.

“You look like shit.” Harry mutters before snapping his eyes into other directions beside Draco’s eyes. Draco actually smiles at that.

“Yeah, you should look in the mirror.” Harry stays silent, picking at the loose thread on their –Harry’s coverlet. “Harry, we need to talk. And I know your head is probably spitting right now, so please just hear me out. I love you, Harry James Potter, I do, but I cannot stay if you keep these stunts up. I don’t know what happened to you, I don’t know what has gone so wrong until you act like this, and you don’t explain. You shut me out for the last month and a half, you don’t talk to me, you changed your way of life, Harry, you worried me so much, but when I went out of my way to understand and try to fix it, you got mad at me. I want to understand your problems, Harry, I don’t want you to bear it alone, but I can’t do that if one day you just suddenly shut me out like I’m nothing! Who are you? I don’t even know who you are anymore! I am your boyfriend, aren’t I? Then talk to me, let me be a part of your life.” Draco finally stops talking and stares expectantly at Harry. After a few moments, it’s clear that Harry will keep his silent. Draco moves closer to him, forcing Harry to look at his eyes. “If you don’t want to talk, I’ll draw my own conclusion. Don’t blame me, if my conclusion is so far off the truth. I don’t know what happened to you, but I’m sorry if it’s because of me. You won’t let me in, you get mad at me, Harry, your behavior is scarily similar to the Harry Potter three months post war. I want to take off your burden, and judging by your actions, I am that burden. If you want this off, then we can call it off, Harry, I’ll understand, but don’t go so far to push me away and change the way you are. I am not worth for you to change your whole life. I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want, but don’t hurt me more than it should have hurt. Stop this outrageous behavior, put cream on your tea just as you like it, put those fresh hydrangeas on the dining table just because it smells nice to you, eat your pancake with honey instead of butter, go to that small coffee shop every Saturday morning because of their heavenly Danish. Don’t ever change your life to push someone, especially me, away, I’m not worth it.” Draco stares deeply into the green orbs. He knows he’s crying, but tears be damned, he needs Harry to understand that Harry’s happiness is more important than anything, more than them being together.

For the second time that day, Draco saw the lost 11 years old boy inside Harry Potter. Now there’s no alcohol to excuse his behavior, but Harry still cries and hugs the boy in front of him. His sobs are filling the silent home as Draco crouches down and once again let Harry seeks shelter inside his embrace.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Harry keeps saying between sobs, Draco can only soothingly run his hand through his lover’s hair.

“It’s okay, Harry, it’s okay… I’ll leave before afternoon, and you won’t be bothered ever again by my presence, yeah? It’s okay, I understand.” Draco says softly while freeing himself from Harry’s tight grip. “Come on, don’t cry, I will pack my belongings, okay?” Draco wipes the tear out of Harry’s cheeks, but Harry’s eyes turns to panic, and before Draco can move Harry already has his arm circling Draco’s waist.

“No! What are you doing?! Don’t leave, please, don’t leave!” Draco sighs, emotional Harry is something you’ll rarely see but sometimes it can be a pain in the arse, especially when Draco is already hurting enough. Harry looks at the cerulean eyes before making their height equal, eyes to eyes, knees to knees in the bed. Harry cups Draco’s face in his hands. “You promised me you won’t leave me behind.” Harry pleads softly.

“Until you want me to leave, Harry.”

“I don’t want you to leave. Stay, please, I’m sorry, I’ll do anything, but please, stay.” Now Draco gets angry.

“Harry, if you want to play with my feelings, now is not the time. Let me go. I won’t accept your behavior without any explanations, you won’t give me any explanations, so then I took my own conclusions, and now you won’t let me leave? What do you want, Potter? Do you want me to beg so you let me leave? Is that what you need to see?” Draco challenges the green eyes.

“No, I’m sorry, I’ll explain everything, please, I just don’t want you to leave…”

“Fine! Talk to me, then.” Draco detangled himself from Harry’s palms and lands his bum on the bed, waiting Harry to do the same, waiting Harry to open up to him again.

“A month and a half ago, I woke up in the middle of the night, sweating, panicking, because this scar was once again giving me pain.” Harry sighs wearily, his defenses crumble down, and now Draco can see how exhausted Harry has been. His eyes are full of fear, and the bags underneath it give him a haughty look. “I got so afraid. I am still very afraid.” Harry pulls his knees to his chest and buries his face on them. Draco scoots closer, hand finally reaching to give Harry’s arm a squeeze. After awhile, he finally looks at Draco with haunted eyes. Draco hates it. “Then, I remind myself that I have responsibilities, and you are at the top of my priorities. You were right, I wanted to push you away from my life, making you fly far away from here, tucked safely on the other part of the world and not beside me. I need to make sure that you will not be here if Voldemort is actually back.” Draco looks at him with so much pain in his eyes.

“You do understand that this revelation hurts me more than what you have done for the last month, don’t you?” Harry refuses to look at him.

“At least you’ll be safe.” He mutters.

“Harry James Potter, I was a coward once, I won’t let you shaped me into that coward once again. You have no right to choose the battles that I want to fight. If that moment comes, I will stand beside you, righting the wrong decisions I had ever chose. You are never alone, and I won’t let you ever be alone in the war even if you ask for it. When I saw you that day, lifeless in Hagrid’s hands, do you know what thought that comes into my mind?” Harry shakes his head. “I thought what is the point living in a world without Harry Potter? So, I went back to Voldemort, knowing I’ll be dead anyway the next day.” Draco chuckles a bit, “but then you came back to life, so I throw you my wand and fight for the right side. I thought then dying when fighting on your side is worth so much more than dying on the mercy of Voldemort’s hands. So, I fought. And I won’t change my mind if he comes back again, I rather die by fighting him then die because of his mercy, even though you’re dead.” Now Harry looks at Draco with some sort of awe in his yes. Some sort of awe that Draco doesn’t believe he deserves, even until now.

“I thought I was strong enough to let you leave, you know? But yesterday you just looked so angry and so done with me, but even then I can see the concern behind your eyes. I knew then I won’t survive anything if you leave me behind. I cannot live without seeing that great concern of yours directed only for me, I cannot imagine how I would live if one day you look at me with actual hate instead of your concerns –hell I take your petty arrogance and sneer any day instead of hate. So, I beg you to stay, Draco, I’m still begging you to stay.”

“One, don’t choose the path for my life. Two, don’t push me away. Three, you need to make this up for me for the rest of your life. Seriously, you need to be grateful when I bless you with my presence, and you need to please me every day, and just –Merlin, just don’t do any of these stunts anymore or I will hang you by your bollocks from the ceiling.” Draco looks at Harry in half threatening half stern kind of way, and Harry can’t stop smiling.

“Your wish is my command, Your Majesty.” Draco finally smiles.

“Good, now kiss me before I die of your kiss deprivation. Seriously how could you live without kissing me for the last month, Harry, do you even love me?!” Draco starts asking with his dramatic flare, until Harry seals his mouth with a breathtaking kiss.

“You have no idea how hard it is, Draco Malfoy, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Drarry Drabble for @hogwartsschoolnet‘s Twenty Years of Harry Potter

My very first ship (Hufflepuff Member’s Content)

Also dedicated to @outtacuppa and @alphacentxuri for whom I owe a good story. Not that this one is very good, but it’s a progress from the shitty drabble that I made.
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IMAGINE: Klaus and Elijah find out about your “family business.”

You were infinitely mysterious in the eyes of the Mikaelsons. The new girl in town with a dangerous twinkle in her eye like no other. They were the last to know you were more worrisome than they suspected.You were from the werewolf pack that once overpowered Louisiana with drugs specifically tailored to vampire needs. You lived in the biggest house in the French Quarter, with wolf bodyguards and ceiling crowns made of pure gold. They always assumed you just came from old money. 
“I do hope she knows it’s urgent. Because if you can’t let us through then I’ll have to let my brother rip the heads from your bodies,” Elijah said with a faint smile.
You could hear it from upstairs with your wolf ears, the incessant demands to be let into your house by your bodyguards. You rolled your eyes, snapping at the bodyguard outside your bathroom door to let them up to see you. 
“Finally figured it out, I see. You sound a little worried,” you said, leaning back in your bathtub, looking at them when they made their aggressions known. Since the demand to see you was urgent, they ended up being escorted right to you while you were winding down.
You blew smoke from your cigarette, narrowing your eyes at them. “Don’t be. I promise this is all temporary. My business comes from the west coast much more than here. I’m not looking for territory. Just customers,” you snickered. “Pardon us but it gets suspicious you fail to mention it when asked what exactly brings you to our city, love,” Klaus points out. His eyes were definitely searching for some sort of pleasing sight under the bed of bubbles in the tub. “I don’t owe you explanations. Just play nice with me, and I’ll do the same with you. And don’t hesitate to sample my products when it’s convenient,” you smirked. “We’ll remember that,” Elijah sighed. Putting your cigarette out in the ashtray, you waved them off. “Unless you’re waiting around for a show,” you said on their way out.

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Gif source:  Here

Imagine getting into a tickle fight with Erin and you’re losing it until Jay joins in, helping you.

——— Request for anon ———

“You are so going down!” Erin laughs as she nearly overpowers you, her fingers tickling you far more effectively than you were managing to tickle her.

“N-Never!” you gasp, not giving up. You spot Jay as he comes back into the living room with popcorn for the movie the three of you had planned to watch, finding the you and Erin in the middle of the tickle fight that had broken out while he’d been gone, “Jay, help!”

He flashes a grin that has Erin warning, “No, don’t you dare, Halstead! Jay— Ah!”

She jumps away as he starts to tickle her, too, after having set down the popcorn on the coffee table, giving you the upper hand, “Prepare to lose, Lindsay!”

That “ if a guy is hitting on u and he is clearly the alpha in his group of guys.. go for the third in command and undermine their whole power structure” post is on my dash with a long chain on reblogs and like… do people really think male groups of friends have like this weird hierarchy and a constant power struggle? Like no, mate, despite it not always seeming lke that, male friendships are mostly based around supporting and caring about each other, even if some dudes are too emotionally stunted to properly express it, and if we were constantly trying to overpower each other in a weird power struggle we wouldn’t even be friends in the first place? Idk what kind of male groups of friends y’all have been seing but honestly at least this is my experience with all the froups of friends I’ve had. Like… if the shy guy of the group got a date our friendship wouldn’t crumble, we would all just be like “Congrats, dude! I’m so happy for you, keep it up my man”

humans are not strong space can kill us in many ways

humans are susceptible to any things in space we lose our vision if left in 0-micro gravity. astronauts have gone from 20/20 vision to 20/100 after 6 months due to exes fluid build up we require a niche environment to live. along that bacteria and viruses from earth for “superstructures” in space leading to enhanced evolution in microorganisms that can kill a grown man faster than anything seen. along with the fact that we require a magnetic field to protect us from average radiation (as in heat radiation), this will lead to astronaut requiring space meks or exoskeletons with advanced armor plating with a magnetic field with maintained diets to keep out excess liquids or basically we rely on overpowered military grade weapon platforms for basic survival any alien species better fear our might or they might die.


along with all of that, we will either follow a militarized government or an ideal society. My given theory is that we will be militarized.


theory 2

humans modify themselves for space and two classes will form 1). The workers or normal humans and  2). the enhanced or colonist creators. The main theory is that we make perfected beings programmed to follow binding and they find planets and terraform them for humans. the closer to the Goldilocks zone the better.


this is made by a very space driven nerd I will make more of these in the future if this gets good response. if anyone has questions about the buzzwords or about how the things listed work just comment

Drawing Prompt: a new evolution

T-Nepres - Poison/Steel - The Earth King Pokemon

Etymology - serpent backwards, T referencing titanoboa with the T-Rex format because both are prehistoric and names are hard, especially when you’re limited to backwards snake names.

Design - Arbok + steel type + frilled lizards + titanoboa. Arbok is 4′ 11′ long, this big boy is 40ft long. I wanted to make a king of snakes. Something that would’ve ruled the prehistoric jungle. If I was better I would remake the head so it’s more realistic and improve on the metal spikes.

Anatomy - Normal Arbok but big. The spikes can be shot out or folded inward to block. Steel plates add defense and who doesn’t like a smack to the face from a spined metal tail.

I ain’t no expert and I’m not calling this balanced I just wanted a cool overpowered snake

Stats - HP 95 ATK 120 DEF 95 SATK 75 SDEF 85 SPD 85

Abilities - Intimidate/Adaptability(hidden)

New Moves - Spiky Shield, Automize, Spikes, Earth Power, Fury Cutter, Iron Tail, Iron Head, Smart Strike

Moveset Idea - Adaptability, Leftovers/Life Orb, Iron Head, Coil, Gunk Shot, Aqua Tail

Iron Head + Gunk Shot for STAB, Coil adds damage survivability and removes the accuracy problem, and Aqua Tail covers its only weaknesses fire and ground.

@grimm-tales-of-debauchery

The way back home got harder to see at night. The woods were right nearby, and monsters from the dungeon occasionally got out when the guards were overpowered. No need to worry though! This was just a shortcut.

“It’s my regular shortcut, but…” The lamps were all out in the area and she was pretty deep in her shortcut. Her work clothes were back at the shop and she was in her goddess outfit. From out in the distance, she saw a black figure that melded into the darkness. She couldn’t quite make it out…

“… Hello? Is someone there?”

I really love the idea of Altean!Lance especially when paired with BoM-suit-Galra!Keith yes hello sign me the fuck up but I think I prefer him with his normal hair colour rather than white.

You were Loki’s wife but an attempt to keep Loki under control, Odin takes you, wipes your memory and sends you to Midgard, because the two of you together can overpower him. When Thor is sent to find you, he tells you Loki is trying to find you to utilize your powers. You believe Thor and he takes you to S.H.I.E.L.D. to protect you, but they lock you away. Loki finds you and he gets furious and scares you. He steals you away from S.H.I.E.L.D and he vows to get your memory back and that he’ll never let you go again.