think of the chaos i will create

I think if we were stuck in the ice age, penicillin wasn’t invented and people lived until they were 30, I could put up with marrying a man and creating children,” she says. “People say ‘life is too short’ but really, life is too long.
—  Heiress, Gigi Chao’s response to her father offering money to any man who would marry her and get her to end her lesbian relationship.

Title: Don’t Run Away
Summary: Just after his father convinced him to stay, Jughead goes back inside to look for his girlfriend. It’s going to be a long night for those broken lovers.
A/N: Okay. This is my theory of what happened in between the party and their meeting at Pop’s. It was so unfair of them not to show it, therefore, I felt the need to write down the vision I have in my mind. This one goes as far as the time they leave Archie’s house, so tell me if you think I should continue! Hope you enjoy, and please, send me some feedback!
The party was already a mess, but shit hit the fan only after his knuckles crashed against Chuck’s cheekbones after those stupid words came out from his lips. The former player- football player- decided to tag along with Cheryl in her stupid revenge plan, and much to their delight, chaos was created in what was supposed to be a small, unwanted birthday party. People ended up hurt, physically and emotionally, and even if his face hurt like hell, his heart had never been any tighter than at that very moment.

Jughead was a train wreck, with blood coming out from his bruised face, and all he wanted to do was to go home, wherever the hell that might be at that very moment. He left the Andrew’s residence as a soldier who returns from war- broken and troubled- and he didn’t want to look back on his decision to leave. He didn’t belong there, he knew. Yet, he could feel a strange force pulling him back inside.

It was pulling him towards her.

But his feelings had already caused too much trouble for one troublesome night.

He had to leave. And that was exactly what he was going to do before his father decided to  interfere.

“ Where the hell are you going?” FP bumped on his shoulder, taking him off the flow of people leaving the house.

“What!?” Jughead screamed, anger filling every letter of his statement. His troubled expression shocked his father, for never before had he seen his concealed son so troubled because of a stupid party. “ You gonna give me some advice on my right hook?”

The South Serpent let out a sigh, feeling somewhat annoyed to see that his son’s sarcasm was still present at such a crucial time. That boy really has no cure, and he would make sure to put some sense into his stubborn head. “ I want you to go back inside and talk to your girl.”

“ I don’t think it’s gonna work out. We have irreconcilable differences.”

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What the ever loving fuck is wrong with you people?

You people  You Antis, NST, Truthers, Haters, wtfer name you want to be called or are called. You people. You know I’m talking to you @noshippingallowed @contemplatingoutlander @goldenoutlander @adhara112 @aliceinoutlanerland (oops you forgot the d in outlander. get a d.) @whylimewhyanything (put the lime in the coconut) @whoreallyknowswho (it’s whom! whom! unless you just forgot to finish your sentence) @prodigiousreblogger @bestof60 (are you 60?) @vividdreamer318 (your imagination is certainly leading you astray) @breezylouisey (is that you weezy?) @momofmusa (i thought you were mom of USA lol)  @alittlebitmasss (oops your s key got stuck)
Anyway, there are more of you and I’m sorry I didn’t give you a moment of thrill by acknowledging you by name but I mentioned the Tumblr accounts that I’ve seen making horrendously wild, hateful, fictional, hurtful accusations against other Outlander fans with no speck of proof - accusations meant to inspire others to emulate you and spread hate to those people as well. Let me get this straight. From what I can tell, you are super hopping mad about the content of certain Twitter and Instagram accounts. Fine. Totally fine. You are entitled to your opinions. I can see why those accounts might make some people mad. I mean, irrelevant to my life but maybe not yours.  You are mad that certain Twitter and Instagram accounts have been created for the sole purpose of throwing shade and mocking a certain celebrity you hold in high esteem. I get that. Fine. Be outraged! Express yourselves!!
Speaking of fine I know you will go through this post with a fine toothed comb for anything you can argue with and attack me over because god forbid you actually read the message, digest the information, thoughtfully consider the content and then share your thoughts and opinions and maybe answer some of my questions. Nope that’s not your style. Attack attack attack half-cocked and don’t put any thought or concern for reality into it. Yes you are the borg of Antis as the foil to the Shippers. I didn’t create that world, you did. You wanted to be the anti-shippers. You are gathered on Tumblr together to be this Anti-Shipper fighting army. Go forth and fight uhh I guess? WHY???? 
See, shippers are motivated by love. That’s really obvious. There are all types of shippers just as there are all types of people (and even all types of antis), but what brings them together is not just their love of Outlander (and you guys love Outlander too! Whee we have something in common) but their love of the LOVE parts of Outlander and all the LOVE associated with Outlander in promos, BTS, interviews, Q&As, social media banter between the cast and crew, etc. LOVE is LOVE is LOVE is LOVE is LOVE is LOVE is LOVE is LOVE. So you generally don’t see shippers on social media attacking people with hatred and lies and accusations of criminal activity. Wait wait wait. Correction! YOU see shippers doing those things but no one else does. You mostly see shippers doing those things with accounts that aren’t even recognized shipper names. They are basically troll accounts that you have deduced are shipper accounts. You do have these long convoluted narratives of what certain shippers are alleged to have done and you bandy them about so frequently that your telephone game grows legs and walks it’s own marathon and becomes some weird beast-mode attack shipper who does horrible things. You say you SAW these things but you haven’t. Show me a tweet, a facebook post, an instagram post from an Outlander fan who identifies herself as a shipper and has a known persona in the fandom and is attacking, hating, committing these horrendous crimes you claim. What I mean is, SHOW ME THE MONEY! SHOW ME PROOF to back up your narrative. You have specifically named a number of Outlander fans and made outrageous claims as to their character, behavior, beliefs, actions, off-line actions and more. YOU HAVE NO PROOF BECAUSE THESE STORIES ARE FICTION.
I’ll give you an example of how your lies have grown wings, run a marathon and turned into beast-mode:
So a certain blue check account posts that a certain object of your hatred and hate-mongering did something so illegal that she would have been arrested and would still be in jail. You all headnod, mouth breath, feel righteous for having attacked her because you were soooo right, bang away at your keyboards and continue the lies and hatred and stoke the fires for uhhh fun? Yet you all know that she isn’t in jail and couldn’t have done this highly illegal thing because you watch her every move and you saw her posting pics of herself just last weekend participating in a fitness event. Hmmmm. Are you collectively dumbing each other down with your groupthink or all you all that stupid? YOU KNOW IT’S A LIE. But you’ve all convinced each other it’s ok to lie about it, malign, spread hatred and misinformation about certain fans and tarnish their reputation in the fandom because… because? because why??? Help me out here. So it’s because someone has said rude bad things to an actress you believe is Sam Heughan’s girlfriend even though he has never once said so. You BELIEVE it so it’s your reality. And the fans that you malign? You do that because they believe something else. But the weirdest thing is that you do malign them by tossing out totally unfounded and false accusations about their behavior and ascribe all kinds of unsavory activities, motives, and behaviors to these fans you have chosen to malign. You do the thing to them that you so claim to hate they are doing to the objects of your admiration. 
I’m still working on this and I still need your help. So because you BELIEVE that two actors are dating and BELIEVE that it’s wrong that internet trolls make claims that they are not and some internet trolls say really rude things and tag them, you feel fully justified in making claims that the trolls are not just trolls but actual recognizable Outlander fans. Are you like shippers of trollworld or something? 
I’ll just come right out and say it. Kim Hickey is not behind any of those trolls accounts you claim she is. I know this and you know this. You know which accounts are legitimately hers because she identifies herself. You are even attacking her My Peak Challenge account that she posts inspirational memes and encourages people to donate to Bloodwise. Are you for fucking real? You’re attacking a charity endeavor in your blind hatred of…. hatred of who fucking knows.  Even if you didn’t know she wasn’t behind the troll accounts, you absolutely have no basis for claiming she is. You are making shit up and publicly proclaiming it as truth just like that thing that Shippers do that you claim to hate.  Also, let’s talk about me:  I am a public person online. I don’t hide behind cutesy names. You can look me up and it won’t even be doxing me because it’s all right there, isn’t it? I have no sock accounts. I put my name on all my accounts because I own what I say and share. This tumblr account was created in the middle of last summer as a parody of Starz Obsessable campaign therefore it did not need my name on it. I never had a Tumblr account before that and I have never even sent anons on Tumblr. I never pretended I was anyone else or made any attempt to be anyone else. I posted freely about myself and my life when it was topical, including photos of myself. If you were like BINGO I’m such a supersleuth I figured out who is behind that blog!! you’re not smart or observant. It was obvious. The thing is, though, shippers didn’t know who I was. Not because they didn’t know who was behind “Obsessive Sassenach” but because they didn’t know who Nipuna was. Isn’t that funny? One of the Outlander fans on the top of your BAD SHIPPER LIST WHO MUST BE EXTERMINATED list isn’t even known by other shippers. What makes me a shipper? Just that I have heart eyes for Sam and Cait and think they have chemistry and oh wait, whoah, ZOMG, Arthur Kade thinks that too. Josh Horowitz does too! and ummmm ummmm that one lady at TCA that one year and that one book author who was on the NYT best seller list and you know I could go on. It’s not a crime to be fully happy to enjoy Sam and Caitriona’s chemistry. And if that makes me a shipper, yay. But the only reason I’m actually a known component of the shipper community now is because you guys have dragged my name around and created ridiculous lies about me. It’s like I’m some sort of Shipper Legend (to you, not shippers) who does these super crazy Shipper things in AntiLand. Remember the grave story that was created by one of you weirdos because a family friend of mine who is a caretaker for a military graveyard in the USA was friends with Sam’s father? You guys turned it into: That Crazy Shipper Nipuna stalks Sam’s father’s grave in hopes of running into him and Caitriona making a baby on his dad’s grave in Scotland. Or something like that. Anyway, tour bus guides in Scotland think there are crazy Outlander fans who stalk Sam at his father’s grave but if they stop to think they realize they don’t even know if he has a grave or if it’s even in Scotland. 
You’re maligning the whole fucking fandom you freaks! You’re creating these outrageous, convoluted piece of fiction because you are all worked up about uhh something and then you tag other nasty people and get them to repeat the stories and then the stories get embellished and repeated and you sit back and watch the telephone game continue. But don’t you realize that you’re fucking the whole thing up for yourselves too? I mean, I guess not if you like chaos and mayhem. But most of you profess to care about people being nice and kind and cry out that bullying is bad and wrong. But then you do just that when you pick an Outlander fan and create detailed and convoluted lies about her behavior.  The people you lie about know they are lies, sure. And lots of other people know they are lies and ignore you, but you repeat the lies over and over and you know that saying about how if you repeat a lie often enough people will start to believe you. So you repeat and repeat and then sit back and with self satisfied smiles. Or maybe it’s just that your mouth is open because you’re breathing through it. Whatever. I don’t know your motives. I don’t know what attracts you to fan the way you do. I don’t know what fulfills you. I know it’s not LOVE. But do you even know? Are you just running around half-cocked and brainless and letting yourselves be lied to? What gives? Can you help me understand why you are constantly naming and targeting certain people and pointing others to attack them and if that doesn’t work creating stories that will hopefully motivate them to attack? WHY???

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pairing: reader x jeon jungkook

themes: angst / fluff

word count: 1,564 words

summary → your faith in jungkook and your budding relationship is put to the test when you find intimate photos of him with an unknown girl in his camera roll. ( a/n: based on a request, thank you anon ! )

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Glory and Gore (Seventeen As Greek Gods)

Jeonghan: Aphrodite – beauty, love, lust. He would be oh so perfect in a flower crown and flowing white outfit, ensnaring everyone with his god-like beauty, being in charge of love and lust and having many lovers himself because of this. Tell me that you can imagine him being birthed from the sea.

DK/Seokmin: Apollo – manly beauty, music, arts, healing. The arts and music had to be a member of the vocal unit, singing sweet songs from the top of Mount Olympus, and healing reminds me of his smile and his all around sunshine. And I find that there is something particularly manly about his looks. He would likely have many falling for him with his beautiful singing voice and gorgeous looks, but would spend his time looking out for people and healing than dealing in love and lust.

Woozi/Jihoon: Ares – war, bloodshed, violence. People often associate him with being so small and angry and I love the idea of him being in control of war and violence. I imagine him being the calmest god, reining over such terrible things. He would think of it as a hobbie to deal in the affairs of violence, knowing that humans are so easily riled up and will go to war over anything, and would enjoy winding them up and watching the results of the disasters that he could create. But he would also love holding back, knowing that he had the power to keep the peace and that he was the only barrier between the people and chaos of the entire world.

Joshua/Jisoo: Hestia – the virgin of hearth, home, chastity. Bringing in his wholesomeness and purity. Him being a beautiful and pure god no matter what, always having the highest morals and best ideals, wanting the best for the other gods and the humans down on earth. He would never argue, always being entirely pleasant and calm, sometimes getting on the nerves of the other gods with this trait of his personality.

Seungkwan: Hera – marriage, women, childbirth. (This is going to sound entirely strange) but because he loves his own mother so much, I love the idea of him caring for all mothers in general. Him taking on this pure and caring role, using his passion to vouch for people and look out for what’s best for them. He would see the purity in children and want to protect it, and see the strength in mothers and families and want the rest of the gods to see that too.

Seungcheol/S.Coups: Poseidon – seas, rivers, floods, earthquakes. He controls things that are so chaotic, yet essentially to all life. Water being the key to all life. He is calm and in control, being a good mater to the essential life and making it a calm and beautiful element to earth. He would be incredibly humble and peaceful, well-rounded as a god, but during the rare times when his temper would break, would see the earth’s worst disasters, the marks of his emotional breakage leaving scars on the earth.

Wonwoo: Athena – reason, wisdom, knowledge. The goddess herself was rumored to have been born fully armoured, and the idea of that roughness balanced so perfectly with the calmness of intelligence and reason. He would seem incredibly tough and brooding, would intimidate the other gods with his presence, and when called to war, in times when he would have to fight, he would dominate. But he would also be incredibly calm and reasonable, being the highness of intelligence and knowledge.

Vernon/Hansol: Hermes – travel, communication, language, writing. Him as a scholar, showing his colours as a brain. He is more of a bridge between the gods, he helps them communicate and resolve the conflicts that come up with their larger than life personalities. He is incredibly important because of this, but his presence is taken for granted. He lets his emotions fall on the back burner, and lets logic lead him where he needs to go. He is the great neutral here, on the scale of chaos, evil, and good.

Jun/Junhui: Dionysus – parties, festival, madness, ecstasy. In the realm of gods, he is essentially the sex-crazed, partying, drunk frat boy. He doesn’t give a fuck about having any real responsibly, and just wants himself and everyone around him to have ‘fun’.

Hoshi/Soonyoung: Artemis – animals, harvest, wilderness. Him being more wholesome and pure, caring and bright. Having the responsibility over nature and being on the peaceful side of side. Showing his goodness.

Minghao/The8: Hephaestus – metalworking, fire, crafts. Ruling over something as power and destructive as fire, having a severe and incredibly destructive temper, but being able to control it. He himself not being controlled by anger, rather being able to do something good with it and create. He would seem grumpy and intimidating to others, but he would simply just have a passion for his craft. Playing an incredibly important role among the gods, creating both armor to protect and weapons to sway the fate of their fights.

Dino/Chan: Hades – the ruler of the underworld, death, lost souls. I genuinely believe he has a dark side and he could make the move to make such a serious betrayal to end up as ruler of the underworld. And he would love this role so damn much. He would brood and get every ounce of enjoyment out of being evil. He would make his presence fill a room, going to every possibly extent to make sure that people knew he was the baddest motherfucker around.

Mingyu: Persephone – described as Hades’ “consort” in the underworld. He also has some darkness in him. And tell me that you don’t love the idea of the maknae ruling over someone in hell. But just the both of them committing crimes together, soaking up in all their evilness. It’s the best part of this whole AU.  

(A/N: me and Jaycen were discussing this yesterday and I came up with this. I thought you guys might enjoy this as well, so I wanted to post it. -Tanisha<3)

Mild Updates
  • Sometimes, your morose manipulative melancholy may inspire a momentary manifestation of mercurial might. Capitalization of random words have been added! HUZZAH!
  • Spacing issues should be alleviated to some degree. Believe it or not, I prefer to keep some degree of legibility. 🤘🏽
  • There were some issues with “you’re”/”your” getting garbled thanks to the “your => u” replacement. I’ve added a hacky fix for now, but some cases of “you” may not be replaced correctly.
  • Sometimes I stare at all of the garbled copies of the Bee Movie script and Navy Seal copypasta you reblog and/or send me, and in the midst of sobbing over what a monster I created, I think of ways to make the overall visual impact better. I’ve added more funkiness to punctuation to help break up the characters.
  • Even though long copypasta seems to be the favorite among you dorks, I’ve increased the “chaos factor” so that smaller phrases will have a more noticeable degree of warping.

(Out of all of the software projects I’ve worked on, this one really redefines the whole “it’s not a bug, it’s a feature” to levels I didn’t want to know were even possible.) 

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Crusher’s Sonic Intelligence Tier List

Lately I’ve been making up my own tier list in regards to how intelligent the Sonic cast is, as it’s an interesting thing to think about in my opinion. So now that it’s done, I’m gonna show my list to you guys and see what you think. Obviously not every character in the game universe is listed since that would take forever, and there were a few other characters who I wasn’t sure about.

What do you agree on? What do you disagree on? Or do you have your own intelligence tier list you would like to share? All responses are welcome. :)

Robotnik - Obviously.

Gerald - I realise that Ivo himself considered Gerald to be the greatest mind there ever was at the time of Adventure 2, and yeah, I can see why. However, I think the doctor’s own achievements - and the sheer amount of said achievements - have surpassed his grandaddy’s by THIS point in the series at least. (Also, Gerald’s dead, so it doesn’t matter either way.) All the same, Gerald was a very gifted man to have created a lifeform like Shadow, as well as other accomplishments like the Artificial Chaos and the Space Colony A.R.K. Especially when you remember that he lived during a time in which the world as a whole was much less advanced.

Tails - How many kids do you know who can create different types of highly advanced contraptions and vehicles like it’s nothing? Let alone fake Chaos Emeralds?

- Her engineering prowess speaks for itself.

Rouge - Comes with the job. An expert in infiltration and hacking, a master of deception, and an expert treasure hunter. Given how she explained Soleanna’s monarchy system to Shadow at the drop of a hat, that would also indicate she’s well read and capable of remembering a large amount of info.

Blaze - More to do with implication, but she did once ask Tails if he can build a device that scans and analyses plasma and electromagnetic signals, in a tone that implied she knew what she was talking about.

Sonic - Being able to avoid obstacles and fellow citizens with no issue at such insane speeds would imply that Sonic has a sharp mind and thought process. He’s also been shown on numerous occasions to adapt very quickly to unfamiliar situations, and his advice is usually profound in it’s simplicity.

Shadow - He doesn’t always have it right, but most of the time he’ll figure out what’s going on pretty quickly. And since the Black Arms incident, he’s also been wise to villainous trickery.

Erazor - Played his cards right from start to finish. Didn’t really make any especially stupid decisions, and made great use of what he had to work with.

Metal Sonic - Another one born out of implication, but given how he was created to be a match for Sonic in every way, I would assume Metal is just as clever as the real deal. He was pretty sharp in the OVA at least.

Merlina - She managed to keep Sonic distracted from her plan for long enough, all the while doing a competent job at portraying herself as a helpless bystander.

Zavok - He had a simple plan, but it was an effective one. He was also good at rolling with the punches whenever things didn’t go his way. Definitely the most intelligent of the Deadly Six. (Aside from maybe Master Zik, but that’s up for debate.)

Vector - Despite his occasionally bumbling attitude, he’s still the brains of the Chaotix at the end of the day, and his deduction skills have proven to be accurate most of the time. (Note how he correctly guessed that someone was pulling the Time Eater’s strings.)

- He may be incredibly gullible, but he also knows a lot about ancient history, and like Rouge, he’s a very skilled treasure hunter.

Espio - Maybe he should be higher, but we haven’t seen much to know for sure…

Amy - Can be ditzy at times, but generally has a good amount of common sense, and despite the lack of focus on it, her skill with tarot cards would add further evidence to her being far from stupid.

Marine - She was able to create a decent ship in spite of her boisterous personality.

Cream - Naturally her youthful innocence makes her a little naive, but she’s still prone to surprising moments of insightfulness.

Big - Some fans might think he should be lower, but one of the themes with Big is that he’s simple, not dumb (something Bioware clearly forgot, despite hyping their Big up as being more intelligent than SEGA’s Big). And given how we’ve seen him do things like piloting the Tornado - a plane he was unfamiliar with - without any obvious trouble, he may be more on-the-ball than most fans give him credit for.

- He probably isn’t that stupid overall, but aside from his legitimate hoverboard skills, his arrogance makes him out to be a bit of a fool more often than not. Usually more bark than bite.

Silver - Despite his incredible powers and competence with using said powers, he’s proven to be very foolish, and doesn’t often plan things out that well.

Charmy - He has to be somewhat competent to still be working with the Chaotix, but he’s generally an airhead.

Storm - Clueless individual in general. Mostly a yes-man through and through.

- Total muppet.

lithe-cloud  asked:

You know, I've been thinking. If Kakashi had actually done his job and taught these kids to be military operatives, Team 7 could have been FANTASTIC not just as frontline fighters like most people have them, but more specifically as shock troopers. Engage Naruto's extensive creativity in games, teach Sasuke some genjutsu with some ninjutsu to involve his Sharingan. Give Sakura some crowd control jutsu to keep them in range of her punches. Teach Sasuke and Sakura to stick to Naruto like a wart on

a hog’s backside in order to capitalize on the inherent chaos Naruto is capable of creating on even a bad day. Of course, they would have to be told very early on, pretty much immediately about just what their team mate is in order to avoid being flattened/spooked by Kurama’s chakra… Actually… do you think this would inspire Naruto to start talking to Kurama on his own? Because he doesn’t want his team getting hurt? FRICK, forget unintentionally giving you ideas, I’m giving MYSELF ideas! D:


Team 7 would be amazing like this!

Arme Thaumaturgy and Apostasia

Ain is proud to be a Celestial: he is proud of being the Goddess’s creation, the chosen one to go down to Elrios to fulfill her mission. It is his driving force. It is what got him out of the rift; he didn’t succumb to the chaos, he held out knowing that he has her will to uphold and it was up to him to see her wish fulfilled.

He is disappointed by humans because of their greed… probably questions the Goddess’s intention of saving them at some point. Regardless, he pushes on… to restore the broken El. He comes across discarded Nasods in Altera, and thinks about his own fate. After all, he too will disappear when he’s served his purpose. There is literally no other reason for his existence.

Going back to the realm of the Gods? “I was created by answering the Goddess’s call.” He was created for the sole purpose of restoring the energy to the unstable El. When he is done doing that, there is no reason for him to continue existing. It’s more likely he will literally, and more straightforwardly speaking, physically die and no longer exist even as a spirit, not in Elrios, or in the realm of the Gods.

Ain knows this. Arme Thaumaturgy knows this. 

No, I cannot think about things like that… I must go on.

This is what he tells himself… and pushes back his fear and doubts behind him. He seals them in the deepest part of his mind. As Arme Thaumaturgy, he accepts that he is a mere tool, an instrument of Ishmael, tossed away when he’s no longer useful. He comes to accept his fate. Did it make him sad? I don’t know, but I like to think it did. 

Nowhere in the lore or the job description does it say he is devoid of emotions; I think he becomes more cynical and apathetic because he’s seriously disappointed in humans. That’s the only reason. It doesn’t say anywhere he can’t feel emotions.

He seals his fear and despair within himself. He probably doesn’t even want to think about it, because the mission at hand is more important than his own feelings. It’s sad. It’s sad he would just have to accept that it is his fate to be used and discarded with no other purpose in life. He probably wouldn’t even give himself the chance to ponder on the subject.

For Apostasia… He was consumed by his grief and shattered faith. 

What made him fall wasn’t just because the Goddess didn’t answer his plea for help. 

The Seed of Chaos was placed in all three Ains - base Ain when he was in the Henir’s rift of Time and Space. This Seed only grew because of the anxiety about the future and his fear of being tossed away when he is no longer useful.

He began listening to Henir’s whispers of temptation when the pain became unbearable. I can give you relief… I can release you from your fate… When Apostasia accepts the inevitability of death of all things and the meaninglessness of everything because everything is bound to return to nothing, he finds peace in that fact. It’s not just him that will return to nothing… It’s everything.

Okay now imagine Arme meeting Apostasia.

Disgusted? Probably. Angered? Most likely.

But deep inside, Arme Thaumaturgy would be horrified, not because of what Apostasia has become, 

but because Apostasia is what he himself would have become if he succumbed to his own fear and despair that he locked away.

When Arme meets Apostasia for the first time… It will be as if he found his own dead body - a version of him who got consumed by the very fear Arme struggled to overcome.

A version of himself who drowned and killed himself because of his inner demons.

I… was able to lock them away to overcome them… but you… you, Apostasia… you fell… Our demons consumed you… You didn’t survive….


Title: Λόγος
Summary: Bill Cipher and the Axolotl were simply never meant to see things eye to eye.
Characters: Bill Cipher, the Axolotl.
Rating: K

A/N: this is for @cipherpeaks. Thanks a lot for your donation, I hope you like it!


Bill knows nothing about him, and that annoys him to no end.

He’s supposed to know all about everyone; knowledge is his gimmick, along with power beyond imagination and a great taste in clothing and drinks. And the best sense of humor. And singing voice. And eyelashes.

Basically everything about him is great, really, but knowledge is supposed to be the thing he’s best at, what he has in spades. His eye is supposed to see into the most secret truths of the Multiverse and, for the most part, it is true. Yet, when he turns it to the Axolotl - the oh-so-great divine being everyone keeps going on about - he sees nothing. Nothing.

“What are you, you overgrown space salamander?”

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But I’m not ready to be a parent! *faints* W-what? Oh! They’re not canon? Phew! That’s a relief! ~ Spirit Roots 

Completed Crackships Babies! (NONE OF THESE ARE CANON! THEY ARE JUST FOR FUN). (Some of the mentioned blogs may have NSFW material) 

So here they are, the completed Crackship Babies. (Note: parent reference pics came from their respective owners blogs. I do not take credit for drawing those.)

I wanted to try something a little different from usual on them so, if you think they look different from my normal style, that is why.

Thank you to everyone involved and I hope you enjoy them. :)

In order from top to bottom For those who are curious, I’m also going to include what was going through my head as I created them:

Ephraim: Child of Oswald ( @nemovonsilver ) and Jeff ( @askthe-twistedking ). Requested by @chance-of-chaos. Like Oswald, he is a bit baby faced. He is also on the smaller side. He has a habit of picking on and teasing people he likes. He likes to sew, particularly making little plushies, but is easily embarrassed by them. He usually covers his embarrassment with faked confidence and cockiness.

Poison Oak: Child of the Wendigo Mare ( @greaserparty ) and Acid Poison ( @loulouvely ). Requested by @gowak. Whenever I looked at the wendigo mare, I couldn’t help but feel like she was kind of sad. I don’t know something about the eyes probably why I be an easy meal for her. I’m also not sure the direction loulouvely is going with Acid Poison’s cannibalism. Poison Oak struggles with her feelings on her cannibalism. She is usually quiet and isolates herself from others, but she is quite foul mouthed when she speaks, something she probably picked up from Acid. She intentionally doesn’t have a cutiemark because she is struggling with who she is and what she wants.

Alto Cornet: Child of Merciful Melody ( @chance-of-chaos ) and Spirit Roots (mine). Alto Cornet is very musically talented. She learned singing from Merciful Melody, trumpet from Spirit Roots, and learned piano as her own instrument. She can be quite shy, but this seems to completely disappear when she performs. She often twirls her hair around her hooves.

Endnote: Child of Airhead ( @airheadlibrary ) and Spirit Roots (mine). Endnote is very studious and well read not surprising with a librarian parent and a teacher parent. He almost always has some interesting fact or statistic to add to any conversation. He can be a bit scatterbrained from time to time, misplacing things. He likes to write research papers on almost any subject.

Five Times

In my post about the show’s recent hammering home the Rule of Three, I mentioned that back in 12.08 it looked like Fives were going to be a thing:

It was suggested to me that Cas’s life has been in jeopardy twice already this season, and that he’s been saved each time. But I think this really IS our Law of Fives coming into play again.

The Law of Fives I’m referring to here is about discord, chaos, based on the parody religion created in the 60′s devoted to the worship of the goddess Eris as a “balance” to traditional religion based on order and outlined in the Principia Discordia. It’s a weird little book.

But there has been a progression of five for Cas (like all those fics based on the “five times” trope, where the sixth iteration of the thing brings it to fruition or subverts the trope). Each incident has escalated the harm/danger to Cas:

Incident 1: 12.01: The fight with Ms. Watt, where her advantage was the magical brass knuckles. She managed to disarm him and knock him on his ass. If Mary hadn’t intervened and killed her, who knows WHAT would’ve happened.

(also, with our new knowledge of “the Code” that killing a MoL earns you a death sentence, I wonder who the MoL feel is truly responsible for Ms. Watt’s death? Considering it was delivered with an angel blade, I am betting that they think CAS actually killed her and have no idea it was Mary.)

But Ms. Watt was busy making her Evol Villain Speech to Dean first. Dean was the momentary distraction that enabled Mary to sneak up behind her in the first place.

Incident 2: 12.07: Cas confronts Lucifer twice, once in the dressing room and once on stage. Lucifer easily tosses him aside both times; once in favor of beating Crowley with a guitar (we know his purpose for being there was to distract Lucifer and buy them time before he just killed Cas… they both went in there thinking it was a likely suicide mission), and once in favor of tossing Dean around a bit… Still, Cas walks away significantly worse for wear.

Once again, Dean was the distraction that kept Lucifer from snapping his fingers and booping Cas out of existence.

Incident 3: 12.10: Cas weakened himself healing Ishim, but then Ishim beats Castiel when he uncovers the truth about Lily, Akobel, and the little girl who was not a nephilim. Dean faces a choice as Ishim tells Cas that he’s going to “destroy his human weakness,” by killing Dean while he watches. Dean makes the choice not to banish Ishim because doing so might kill Cas in his weakened condition. In that state, if Sam and Lily hadn’t shown up when they did to create a distraction, Ishim likely would’ve killed Dean and then Cas.

Again, Dean was the object of Ishim’s torture of Cas. Because that was mental and emotional torture.

Incident 4: 12.12: In a brilliant 42 minute long metaphor for Castiel’s entire existence since the fateful day he pulled Dean out of Hell, perfectly summed up by this single statement:

Castiel: No, you listen to me. You – Look, thank you. Thank you. Knowing you, it… it’s been the best part of my life. And the things that… the things we’ve shared together, they have changed me. You’re my family. I love you. I love all of you.

Castiel has been impaled on the Lance of Michael by a yellow-eyed Demon. He’s rotting away and apparently nothing can save him from inevitable death. But Dean nudges events, yelling at Crowley and insisting there’s a way to save Cas. It leads to all of them confronting said yellow-eyed demon with Sam emerging victorious this time (unlike the last time he faced a YED). Crowley, of all people, breaks the lance, healing Cas, and telling Dean Winchester “You’re welcome.” Making ALL of Crowley’s actions there directly attributable to Dean’s influence.

(echoes of Cas telling Ishim  Well, my friendship with Sam and Dean has made me stronger.)

Incident 5: 12.15-???: Cas is approached by an agent of Heaven, and offered some sort of unofficial “deal” to help them find Dagon and Kelly (and specifically the nephilim), in exchange for consideration of forgiveness for his past “crimes” against Heaven. We have no idea what’s been happening to Cas while he’s been missing, but we feel Dean’s growing desperation to contact him. We are rightfully worry about his safety, knowing his history with Heaven and the fact that Dean’s Worry Levels are usually entirely justified about Cas’s absences…

which essentially gives us a FIVE EPISODE buildup of emotional tension leading directly up to–

The Future: 12.19: We have even less information to work with on what might happen in 12.19. What we do know is that Cas will finally come face to face with Dagon near the portal to Heaven (and from the bts clips it looks pretty damn grim for Cas… She has him by the neck and then rips her hand away as he falls to the ground…)

What we do know is that Cas is not gonna get ~perma-dead~ because duh. What we DON’T know is what mysterious force will intervene *coughdeancough* and what this final result will be.

I have no idea how to read this series of incidents without pinning at LEAST everything from incident #3 onward directly on the “cosmic consequences” that Billie warned us about. Because ever since 6.11 we know how those cosmic consequences work, like a chain reaction spiraling outward from the moment Dean refuses to reap that little girl. If he hadn’t gone back and “fixed” that first assault on the natural order, the consequences would’ve continued to ripple out in a larger and larger effect, spreading chaos in their wake.

And that’s what I’m seeing happen here.

**Note to folks who are scare this means BAD THINGS OH NO– the entire point of this entire escalating arc of chaos is that it demands a resolution. The resolution is not death here. At least, not for Cas. 

Mafia-Suho pt3

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Power in my pride, power in my last name

You sighed as you kicked off your shoes, stripping off the clothes of the day.

“I just want to relax.” You muttered to yourself, grabbing a drink from your fridge and heading over to your couch.

As soon as you got comfortable the doorbell rang.

…. Maybe they’ll go away.


You sighed and sat your drink down, shouting “ I’m comming!”

The door bell rang again and you screamed, “ I said I’m comming!”

“What?!” You snapped, opening the door.

Suho stood there, lip busted and arm clutched to his chest.

“Are you okay!?” You panicked, pulling him inside your apartment.

He winced and fell down onto your couch.

“Suho! Wait right here!” You rushed out and looked around for your medical kit.

“Where would I go?” He sassed back.

You stopped dead in your tracks and remembered who you were, who he was, and what you two meant to each other.

“Stain my couch and I’ll kill you.” You growled out, stomping towards your bathroom.

“Who does he think he is?” You said to yourself, reaching under the cabinet to grab your kit.

“Where would I go?” You mocked and rolled your eyes.

You heard a bang on your door and your blood ran cold.

Running back out to Suho you looked at him and made sure he was somewhat okay.

Another bang happened but it was louder and more aggressive.

“You brought them to my house?!” You seethed at him.

“No! You don’t even know what happened.” He defended.

“Yeah, but I know what’s about to happen.” You growled out, grabbing his gun from the holster inside his shirt.

You walked over to the door and took a deep breath before yanking it open.

It was Chanyeol, Suho’s member.

“What the fuck dude?!” You yelled.

“Have you seen Suho?! I haven’t heard from him and I’m starting to worry.” He panted out.

“Suho’s the big bad wolf. I’m sure he can handle himself.” You snickered.

Suho coughed and Chanyeol eyes widened, pushing past you he barged into your living room.

You rolled your eyes and shut the door, “Sure, come in.”

“Leave me and Y/n alone. I’m fine. Go back to headquarters and tell the boys to get ready.” Suho said calmly.

Chanyeol nodding and walked past you, opening the door and shutting it.

Suho groaned. You groaned.

You grabbed the medical kit and walked over to him, “What happened?”

He didn’t say anything, his eyes followed your every move.

You grabbed a alcohol pad and tried to reach his lip.

It was an uncomfortable position and you grew tired of the reach so you pushed him until he was sitting with his back against the back of your sofa.

You straddle his lap and begin to dab the pad on his lip.

He good arm instinctively wrapped around your waist. Your breathe hitched but you continued to work.

You felt his eyes stare into yours.

“Is your arm broke?” You whispered.

He shook his head no and pulled you closer to him.

You looked at him and he started to lean into you.

“Suho… Stop.”

He stopped and chuckled, “ Why won’t you let me love you?”

“Because you don’t.”

He  rolled his eyes and pushed you off him, standing up and walking towards the door, “Don’t go near Namjoon’s territory.“ He warned.

 "Why?” You asked.

 “There’s a war coming and since you want to be alone, I’m not going to protect you.“ He said before leaving and slammed the door.


“What did I tell you about two timing me?” You whispered to the man tied to the chair. 

“I.. I-” 

“You what?!” You yelled, kicking him in his shin. 

“Y/n we have a problem..” Your right hand man interjected.

You laughed sarcastically, “When don’t we have a fucking problem? You know I am so sick of people thinking they can do whatever the fuck they want. Let’s go.” You grabbed your jacket heading towards the door.

“Uh what about him?” 

“Kill him. “ You flagged your hand back, leaving the building.


“What’s the problem?’’ You asked, half way caring about the answer.

“Namjoon and Suho’s war is on our turf. We have to get them off or it’ll be bad for business.” 

You bit your tongue, “Pfft, and he told me to be careful but he brought it me. Unbelievable.”

“We’re here.”

You jumped out of the car and grabbed your gun, you shot in the air 4 times. 

Namjoon and Suho looked at you. 

“You know, I am so sick of being walked all over. Do I have to have a dick to get some damn respect around here?!” You screamed at them.

You heard a man coughing and you glared at him, “Do you have something to say?’’ You asked.

“Yea actually, you should be back at base, making us all a sandwich and shaking that ass as you walk back into the kitchen.. where you belong.” He growled out.

You chuckled and looked towards the leaders, Suho and Namjoon.

“Who’s is this?” 

Namjoon raised his hand slightly and nodded at you. 

“Wow, I expected so much more from your crew.” You tsked, walking towards the man. 

“I think you should be on your knees begging me for mercy right now.” You said to him, getting his face.

“Fuck you bi-” 

You punched him in the face and he fell down. You kicked him multiple times in the stomach. 

“Anyone else have something to say?” You asked, puffing your hair out of your face.


“Hm, good choice.”

You walked over to Namjoon and handed him a wad of money, “Now get off my turf and take your piece of shit man with you. I don’t want his bad attitude staining my ground.” 

You watched as Namjoon walked away from you, glaring at Suho while doing it.


“No! You listen to me! I am the fucking leader here, you got me? I’m the alpha, okay?! You waltz into my turf and think you can create all kinds of chaos? No! Next time I catch you here, I’ll kill you.” You threaten. 

“I like it when your mad, baby. You look so hot.” Suho whispered in your ear, slightly biting it.

You pushed him away from you causing his men to point their guns at you and your men point there guns at them.

“You see this? This could be ours.” Suho ushered to the men.

You looked behind you and saw all the men standing to defend you, to kill you.

“You could be their queen, Y/n.” 

You turned back to Suho, “This is real life, not a Disney movie. We bleed, we die..” You shook your head and looked in his eyes. 

“I mean it, Suho. I’ll kill you.” 

“Why are you so prideful?” He asked.

“It’s in my blood.” You stated, turning away from him and walking back to the car.

Stinky Socks (Shawn Imagine)

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Stinky Socks

“Can you, for once, just put away your socks?” I looked at Shawn in annoyance.

“Honey, please just stop. You already got them in your hands, put them away and don’t bother me with this.” He didn’t even look at me while writing away in his journal.

“No, I won’t. They stink and you could at least put them in your suitcase when you took them off. Is that really too much to ask for?” I stuffed them into his already chaotic suitcase and looked at him. He didn’t bother talking to me anymore so I left the room.

He really is getting on my nerves.

I went to the kitchen and got myself some water.

“Luna! What the heck?” I rolled my eyes at this.

“What?” I yelled back. “What did you do to my suitcase?”

Okay. That’s enough.

I walked back to my room and there he was, sitting on the floor next to his suitcase and a big pile of clothes. I crossed my arms and looked at him.

“What have you done Luna? Everything was in perfect order until you came and moaned about my socks!” He exclaimed annoyed. He was pissed but so was I.

“I didn’t do anything to your weird order! I only put those disgusting socks into there and that’s it!” I told him. He shook his head.

“Liar.” He mumbled under his breath. “I heard you loud and clear Shawn! Just put away your dirty clothes and I’m happy. That’s all I want really.” I rolled my eyes and left the room again.

“LUNA! I’m not finished with you!” I ignored him. “You’re going to tidy this mess up! I had enough of this! You’re not my mum!” He cried out but I couldn’t be bothered to answer him. He noticed me ignoring him and followed me to the living room a few minutes later.

“Luna, I was talking to you?”

“I know, but I don’t care, like you don’t care about dirty clothes laying around in my whole apartment.” I shrugged with my shoulders and turned the TV on. He took the remote from my hands and turned it off again.

“Shawn, who do you think you are huh?” I looked at him. It got to the point where he actually made me angry, which didn’t happen too often in our relationship.

“I’m talking to you and you’re watching TV? Do you do this on purpose? Getting on my nerves? I have work to do! Maybe you don’t because you always sit around doing nothing but I actually do need to get some writing done. You whining about some dirty socks just really steals my time. So stop it.” He said in one breath. I looked at him astonished.

He did not just say that.

Without further ado, he walked off.

“If you don’t want me around why don’t you just leave my apartment and write your shitty songs somewhere else?” He stopped in his tracks.

“Shitty songs?” He turned around.

“Take your socks with you. They might help you with inspiration.”

“You want me to leave? You just need to say it and in no time, I’m gone.”

“Well, if you want to be alone that badly, yes, this is my apartment. I stay, you leave. It’s that easy.” I sternly looked at him.

He nods. “Fine. If that’s what you want.” He walked to my room and packed his stuff. I watched him walking back to the kitchen where his phone laid on the counter. Without saying goodbye, he left and shut the door.


For a good 2 and a half hours I didn’t hear anything from Shawn. As I was about to cook dinner I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the front door and looked at Shawn standing in front of me.

“Hey.” He said in a low voice.

“Hi.” I said back.

“Can I come in?” He asked carefully. I nodded my head and let him through.

“Luna. About earlier…” He started and I sighed.

“I don’t want to argue again Shawn.”

“Me neither. I just, I thought about it and you’re right. I probably should take care of my chaos once in a while.” He said and took my hand but I pulled it away.

“You really think you’re coming away that easily? Some nice words, a little hand caressing and that’s it?” He was taken aback by that.

“Well, what do you want me to do? Get on my knees and beg for your pardon?” I shook my head.

“I want you to understand what the real problem is. Apparently, you didn’t earlier.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

“You’re so overdramatic. Is this still about my socks?”

“You accused me of being the one who created all that chaos in and around your suitcase, when really it’s all you! And to top it all of you just left me standing there.”

“You wanted me to leave!” I shrugged with my shoulders. “Luna, that’s not fair!”

“Life’s not fair, Mendes.”

“Luna, please, that’s ridiculous. I promise I will take care of my dirty clothes. I’ll wash them and I’ll always put them away from now on, but please just stop being mad at me.” He begged and came closer to me. I looked away.

“Wanna hear my new shitty song? You were right, dirty socks can be an inspiration.” I rolled my eyes at this but he smiled.

“Your songs aren’t shitty.” I looked up at him. “At least not all of them.” I joked what made him laugh.

“Are we good now?” He asked concerned and put his arms around me. I smiled a bit.

“I guess we are. But-“ He interrupted me by kissing me on the lips. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. He was gentle and sweet.

When we pulled away he smiled at me and I had to smile back.

“I love you Luna. Even when you’re a little pain in the ass sometimes.”

“Hey! Stop it!” He laughed at me and kissed my forehead. “No, really, I love you.” He told me.

“I love you too Shawn. Even with your stinky socks.”

And Life Goes On

Declan goes to Henrietta for Sunday mass, as usual, but this time he notices something different about Ronan.

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(also, if anyone would like to work with me on my fics - bounce ideas back and forth, make sure there’s no brutal murdering of grammar or spelling and that it makes sense before i publish it, hit me up! planning to work on something a bit longer and feel like i could use some help)

Declan realized something was different already during the church service, when Ronan didn’t verbally attack him like he usually did. He glanced at Matthew, confused, but Matthew just grinned back and shrugged, cheery as always. Even when provoked – “so what have you been fucking up lately?” – Ronan’s response – “oh, you know, just my entire life” – was more mellow than Declan had even thought possible.

He stared at Ronan. “Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

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DC preferences #1 How you meet

Diana Prince/ Wonder Woman

She was tracking down another immortal. From what she understood, they weren’t an Amazon or a God, but they never aged. She didn’t expect her search to lead her all over the world, she had been in Syria, Somalia, South Sudan, India, Bangladesh, Pakistan, now she was walking the wards of a children’s hospital in Dublin.

She was almost distracted from her mission by the children. She took her time to talk and take a picture with each of them. She immediately knew it was you when she saw you, talking with one of your patient’s parents, a stethoscope hanging from your neck. Once you were done she approached you. What she didn’t expect was you to greet her with a gentle smile, “I knew it was a matter of time before you found me Miss…”

“Prince, Diana Prince” she said as she held out her hand.

“Dr (y/n) (y/l/n)” you said as you shook her hand, “I know you’ve came a long way, but would it be okay if we spoke later, my shift ends in an hour”, whilst looking up apologetically.

“I will remain here until you are done” Diana said a small smile pulling at her lips.

Kara Danvers/Supergirl

You had the same powers as her and her cousin but you weren’t Kryptonian, well not entirely. You were a well-known hero and worked as an illustrator for children’s books in National-City. As a result of your work you were going to be interviewed by Catco’s new art and literature editor, Kara Danvers.

The two of you were in the middle of your interview when your phones went off. Lucy Lanes name flashing on your screen, Alex Danvers flashing on hers. That’s when your eyes met. “You work for the DEO” you said simultaneously.

Alex Danvers

As the DEO chief doctor, the first time you met Alex Danvers wasn’t the best circumstances. “Agent Danvers could you please sit down” came the frustrated voice of your co-worker.

“Dr Williams go get a coffee I’ll take over” you said as you walked into the room. As soon as your co-worker left Agent Danvers started her protests once again.

“You may be a doctor but you are also an agent and I order you to let me go and do my job” she said as she stood in front of you. You sighed in response and Agent Danvers thought she had won.

“DEO Health Policy 1.1.A states clearly that when it comes to the health and well being of all agents, no matter the rank, the doctors have the final say, so Agent Danvers sit your ass down on that bed and let me stitch up the cut on your head and carry out a concussion evaluation” you said looking her directly in the eye. To your surprise she smirked.

Lucy Lane

You were a naval meteorologist and met Lucy for the first time during a military tribunal, you were asked to give your expert opinion on the weather conditions that may or may not have affected the flight of an army jet. After Lucy saw you were a reliable witness you became her go to for cases involving meteorology.

It had been several years since your last court appearance and you were now working in Catco, travelling the world and reporting on the weather and natural disasters. It was when you saw Lucy that morning that the two of you got talking, “Major Lane is that you?” you asked, feeling relieved that it was her when she turned around, “Lieutenant Commander (y/l/n), it’s good to see you” she said.

“Its good to see you to, but its just (y/n) now, what brings you to National City?”

Cat Grant

It was early on in both of your careers when Cat Grant first interviewed you. “So (y/n) where did you get the inspiration for your latest film” she asked relaxing back in her seat preparing to take notes on your answer. “To be honest, is it okay if I call you Cat?” you asked and she nodded back, “To be honest Cat, I took it from everyday sexism, when bringing a character like the Black Widow to life you look at what society say are her weaknesses and turn them into her strengths.”

“People are complaining about there being a female dominated cast in a super hero movie what do you have to say about that” she said, sighing slightly at the stupidity of the people complaining.

That was when a broad grin took over your face, “I never even noticed that it was female dominated”. That was when Cat Grant knew that she would get on well with you.

Harley Quinn

“Touch my friend again and I swear to god you’ll be drinking from a straw for the rest of your sorry miserable life” you threatened the guy who was easily a foot taller than you. Harley was kind of shocked, she was about to step in and beat the no good creep into a pulp when she saw you.

“If you’re jealous sweet cheeks, I don’t mind you joining us” he said as he grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. That’s when he was suddenly doubled over in pain, holding his hands between his legs. Before anyone could react he was on the floor twitching and electricity was coming from your hands.

You didn’t notice his friend come up behind you. But Harley did. “Hey Mista, sneaking up on people isn’t nice ya hear” she said as she hit him round the head with her bat.

By the time the two of you had beaten up every guy in the bar it was late and way passed closing. “Harley, nice ta meet ya” she said offering you her hand and a wide smile.

“(y/n) and its good to meet you too, thanks by the way god knows what those guys would have dome if you didn’t help” you said taking her hand and smiling back at her.

“Don’t mention it, ya need a hand getting your friend back home?” she asked looking at your friend who was out cold in the booth where you had left her.

“That would be amazing” you said, giving Harley a grateful look.

Poison Ivy

Once she herd of your powers she knew she had to meet you. How did you have the same powers as her? She needed to know. That was how she ended up sat in front of Gotham city hall, looking at you from a distance. She watched carefully as you gently touched a rose on one of the rose bushes that lined the walls.

Then she noticed the movement of the dandelion poking through the paving stones. She touched it lightly, feeling its message. “If you have something to ask Miss Ivy, just ask it”, she looked across at you with an eyebrow raised only to see you smirking at her.

Winn Scott

You needed a second pair of hands and fast. Of course the first person who your bosses at the DEO though of was Winn. You were in your office typing with one hand and trying to untangle wires with the other. “Agent (y/l/n) this is Winn, he’s going to give you a hand with the thing you’re doing that I don’t really understand” Kara said as she looked around your office, eyebrows knitted in confusion at the absolute chaos.

“Hi Winn thanks for jumping in” you said, briefly looking up at him “Right now were hacking an unknown alien system in a coding language we don’t understand, whilst connecting up Kara’s pod to use Kryptonian tech to create confusion and make them think the hack isn’t coming from a human source”. You said as Winn reached out and took the wires untangling them allowing you to type with both hands now.

“So hook this up to the CPU and create a Kryptonian firewall using the pods basic coding for reference” he said, “That pretty genius” he said as he connected the wires. “Well see if it works first” you said smiling.

J'onn J'onzz

You thought you were the last of the Green Martians, until you saw him. “You seem to have fitted into the human world well” said the Martian standing in front of you.

“How” you said as you looked up at him in awe, “I thought…”

“That you were the only one left” he said, looking at you as you transformed in front of him.

Jimmy Olsen

As Catco’s war correspondent you travelled the world with you laptop, notebook, pen and your usual photographer. However your usual partner had changed job, looking for a slower pace of life. So you sat in your office waiting for your new photographer before you planned out your new trip. That was when you saw the head of photography at the door. You looked up in confusion, “I’m assuming you’re coming to tell me that you couldn’t find a photographer for this trip” you said.

“I couldn’t find a willing photographer, so I will be going with you” he said as he held up his camera.

“And Cat’s okay with this?” you asked, wondering whether she would really let her award winning head of photography go into a war zone.

“She wants good pictures, you and me are the only people crazy enough to go into this particular war zone” He said as he sat down on the chair opposite you.

“Fair enough” you shrugged as you pulled a map out of your desk.

Clark Kent

You worked at the Daily Planet as part of the world political section and you both covered American Politics. You met him after you returned from reporting on a NATO summit, “Hi, I’m Clark Kent” he said standing up to shake your hand once he saw you. “I’m (y/n) (y/l/n), it’s nice to meet you” you said as you shook his hands.

Bruce Wayne

You found him battered, bruised and unconscious in the dumpster at the side of your apartment building. You immediately ran in doors and got your neighbour to help bring him in side. Being a nurse you had medical supplies in your apartment.

You were patching him up when he woke up, “Who are you?” he said as he looked up at you realising his mask was sitting you your coffee table. “I am (y/n) (y/l/n) but I feel more like Claire Temple at the minuet” you said as threaded the needle, preparing to stitch the cut on his head. “Now this might sting a bit” you murmured as you leaned towards him.

Some thoughts on the Trump Hex

So here are the pros and cons so far as I’ve seen on the subject:


  • You’re cursing Donald Trump and/or the administration.
  • Catharsis
  • Sending energy where it desperately needs to be going right now - against the administration and the rising amount of authoritarianism, bigotry, etc they have been pushing out.
  • *Inglorious Bastards voice* Cursin’ Nazis, etc.


  • There are witches, practitioners, chaos magi, etc. that are working the opposite tonight - especially now that the word is out about it. They are pushing in the opposite direction of everyone else’s intents participating in this.
  • In-fighting between pagans, witches, Wiccans, etc. who don’t think that this is a good idea, either because they think there’s no point, they follow the Rede and don’t want a negative backlash, or because they just don’t feel right about it.

I think that having the message go so viral was a slight misstep. A lot of traditions work under a guise of secrecy and/or anonymity, and if there had been any way of organizing this in such a fashion that would have probably been ideal. There would have been less backlash and it could have maintained itself more. That’s obviously not the case and I don’t know if it would have been possible to organize such a widespread hex without putting the word out the way it had been, so this is a bit of a moot point.

HOWEVER - This witch is doing it. I don’t follow the rede and I need the release of stress, anger, and frustration to go towards better things. If nothing else, magick is a great way to do that and I’d absolutely recommend people considering working some rites tonight to do so because of it. It’ll make you feel better, even momentarily, to vent in a safe space free of restrictions.

I understand and respect the choice of practitioners choosing not to participate because of the rede or any other factor, but I will not be put off of this spell tonight because of the cult of kek people, or any of the other chaos magicians and practitioners that are casting for Trump. Fuck those people. I don’t back down in protests, I won’t back down in my practice - not for them, not ever. Obviously put up guards, wards, whatever you gotta do if you want to take part in this, but FUCK them if they think they can scare people off with that shit.

Make sigils to ward against Kek or any other symbol/force of white supremacy being used to help the Trump administration.
Use chants from protests to create resonance while you cast. (The people/united/will never be divided, No Trump/no KKK/no fascist USA, Our human rights are under attack/What do we do?/Stand up fight back!, etc)

Whatever you do, remember that your work does not and CAN NOT end tonight. Your work doesn’t end tomorrow. Carry the spell with you in your heart and mind as you go about in the coming days, and use it to fuel the fire inside you to stand up for those who need it most.

Raise some hell. <3

Flower Crowns and Brass Knuckles

Punk!Simon and Pastel!Baz for @carryon-countdown! Set in the 80′s for some reason??

Warning: homophobic slurs

It was 1987.

Princess Diana was still alive, The Pogues were touring, and Baz and Simon shouldn’t have made sense.

Simon Snow was a punk of the highest order, full stop. He wore combat boots that he scavenged in the lost and found, scuffed and ripped along the soles. His bomber jacket hung off his shoulders in tatters, Fuck Margaret Thatcher scrawled across the sleeves in blue marker, and dragon wings sewn wide across the back.

Simon Snow was young, tough, and out of control. He came to Watford on a grant. The headmaster would say you can take a kid out of Hackney but you can’t take Hackney out of the kid.

Simon Snow was a mash of split lips, black eyes, and bloody knuckles. Blonde curls that tumbled in his eyes and a tarnished cross that rattled around his neck like a harbinger of trouble.

Simon Snow hung out on the steps of school with two girls that carried knives in their pockets instead of lipstick. Penny, with a purple nose ring that flashed in the light, and Agatha, with a shaved head and killer eyeliner.

Simon Snow was the boy that hit first, that had rose tattoos winding up his neck and across his collarbone. If he were a poem, he’d be the type of beat poetry spoken in back alleys and street corners, harsh and explosive words that incited revolution rather than revelation.

Then there was Baz Pitch.

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