#@intactics

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

so glad not to see any Skeleton War nonsense on my dash this year. such a dumb concept. as if the skeletons could ever not win, literally every human is a sleeper agent

[smittyw]

tag two blondes who do fuckall

[puppyeared]

littlest furth shop

@laikascomet

[guardian-of-soho]

Aziraphale is a guardian.

We left him at the end of s1 with the knowledge that apocalypse was still coming. He'd saved the world for that day, but Heaven was still bent on destroying it. The ones with the power to burn everything were still inescapably loveless. It really looked like he and Crowley alone of all the Earth-walking beings would fight for the world.

And he loves the world so much. The opening scenes of him in the record shop, buying his Shostakovich 78s? The warmth toward Maggie and her music and her heart? The generosity, and the delight in the shared understanding, and the pleasure in the discovery that he could make her life better? That he could spare her pain, give her a little more time with her joys? He knows how fragile those are.

He wants to give that to the whole world.

He wants to believe he can lift the doom hanging over them all, banish it permanently. He is desperate to believe it. Even if he wasn't longing so fervently to be seen, approved, affirmed by God's word (I was so undone by his jealousy as he watched Job speak to her) -- even without that I can't imagine him not wavering at Heaven's offer, faced with the chance that he could use all Heaven's might to guard the world again and get it right this time.

And then he's offered that power with apparent warmth, and feigned approval, and the shameless claim that at last they understand. They hear what he's been trying desperately to tell them as long as he's lived in the world. They're telling him that he's finally made his point -- that they are proud he's tried so hard for so long.

So -- the ending is shattering. It is maddening. It's utterly unfair on Crowley. And I didn't see it coming, and yet.

Aziraphale is a guardian. He really will have to see for himself that power won't love what's good; there is no way to make the world safe forever.

[mikayesha]

"surprisingly way stronger than he looks"

[thatmooncake]

Self care episode ✨

(Both together under the cut)

[starry-songs-canvas]

Danny is literally Kryptonite

Sorry for the late post, holidays have been busy this year. Anyway, enjoy my newest dpxdc prompt!

The kryptonite didn’t work.

Batman is now running on… limited options.

Superman had been possessed again, but this time with an unknown. He is exhibiting signs of extreme degradation at this point, after the several hours of fighting. Justice League Dark have been unsuccessful with any long ranged spells, and whatever it is controlling Superman has not allowed them to get close.

The Flash is down, as is Wonder Woman. The remaining Supers started showing the effects of Kryptonite whenever they got in a radius of Superman, so they have been put on civilian rescue.

Things… are looking grim.

Suddenly, a black blur flies and slams into Superman, then straightens up to reveal a young, white haired teen, floating above Superman in a crater.

“Ya’ll are REALLY trying to make me look like a villain, aren’t yah?”

. . .

The fight lasts for thirty minutes, while the young hero(?) seems to stall him, keeping the fight within a one-mile radius, lessening the damage to the city. Well, as much as he can, at this point.

“Got it!” He yells suddenly, grabbing and throwing Superman to two other teenagers and… a dream catcher? A glowing green dream catcher.

Superman tumbles through it, and a green blobbed-shaped entity lifts off of him, and is immediately vacuumed into- a soup thermos, why not- by one of the other teenagers.

Just.

what?

[alex-num-17566]

DC X DP Prompt-ish

Jazz canonically uses a grappling hook in the episode Fanning the Flames to get to Ember's concert, so, in theory, were she to visit Gotham or live there, she could totally show up the vigilantes on their grappling skills.

I'm just imagining her deciding to grapple to the library for a late night study session and swinging past a bat. They're looking into some criminal organisation and a civilian swings by without a care in the world.

Or, one of the bats is on the roof of her apartment and she doesn't realise it before she deploys the grappling hook and sets off.

[redbean-nom]

omega: i just found our way out >:) sami, jax, eva: :0 bayrn: bbbbbabababa buh :DDD

[elliefern]

I’ve heard so many rumors that I’m just a girl that you bang on your Eugene’s couch

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

you as a minor god, one that few people remember and even fewer people worship. perhaps you're the god of grasses that wave in the breeze, or of the mist that hugs the earth in the morning, or you rule over the blinking lights of fireflies. whatever your dominion, it's considered small and unimportant to the wider world of Teyvat- you only have one place of worship, a small shrine tucked away in a grove of trees. but that doesn't bother you, it simply means less strife for you to deal with, your little domain at the foot of the mountains carrying an aura of peace and gentle prosperity.

perhaps that's why an injured Abyss creature finds his way to your doorstep, clawing his way out from a schism in the ground before collapsing outside of your domain, blood staining the grass. you let out a startled yell when you find him, kneeling to examine the poor monster's wounds- the barrier to your home must have perceived him as a danger and kept him from entering. well, you'll be having none of that! everyone is welcome in your domain, so with a wave of your hand you dissolve the seal between it and the outside world and carefully bring the Abyssal beast in, laying him down in a patch of sun as you begin tending to his injuries.

Foul Legacy awakens looking up into your brilliant eyes, alight with a faint divine glow, and without even thinking he begins to softly purr.

he becomes a constant companion in your life, following you around your domain even when he's forced to limp on an injured leg. Legacy ventures outside with you the moment his wounds are relatively healed, curiously poking around Teyvat in awe and admiring all the lush plant life and light. he tries to look directly at the sun at one point- bad idea- and lets out a pained screech, whining as you comfort him and help clear the spots dancing in his sight. you even show him your shrine, covering your mouth to conceal your laughter when he immediately bounds over and curls up in the patch of sunlight in front of the small structure. mortals begin calling you the god with a monster, as Foul Legacy is always by your side. he likes that, being yours, just as you are his.

yet he still couldn't protect you when the Archon War arrived, your remains turning to dust before he reaches you. people swore they heard anguished screams that night, from a grove of trees surrounding a small shrine of a forgotten, lost god

[celestial-artisan]

Lucifer: Sitting and doing paperwork all day is killing me... Alastor: You won't die from that. Lucifer: It's a figure of speech, idiot, use the great tool of empathy! Alastor: Alastor: The King of Hell has died! Lucifer: Don't you have something called 'middle ground'?

[ominouspuff]

(softwy) good morning

—

a tale as old as fanon: Obi-Wan and tea

[sandraharissa]

Ok, so I know that we still know pretty much nothing about Alastor’s human life, and Rosie’s if she had one, but there’s so many reasons their dynamic is peak. Before I start I’ll once more reiterate that I’m not 100% certain of any of this but-

Alastor and Rosie seem to come from a similar time period. With Alastor living in the early 1900s and probs dying in 1920s or 30s in New Orleans. Rosie and her town seem to be based on ‘Hello, Dolly’ (ep 7 title even alludes to this) which was based in New York in 1890s. So not only would Alastor and Rosie likely never have the chance to meet in life but there’d also be a roughly 20 or more year difference between them. What I’m getting at is that while they’re so perfectly matched they’d never really be able to interact the way they do in hell if they were alive. Like imagine 20 yo Al dancing/gossiping/whatever with a 40-50 yo Rosie, while cute to us they’d probs be considered weird for their friendship, let alone a potential (lavender) marriage.

If Rosie was once a human then I’d imagine just like Alastor her cannibalism in hell would come from her interest in it from when she was alive. So that’d mean in life she’d likely also be a serial killer cannibal, just like Al. This creates a funny situation where they just so happen to be the exact same type of serial killer, meaning they lead very similar lifestyles and only they would actually understand this twisted part about each other.

Then in hell Rosie recreates and manages to maintain the early 1900s look and culture in her turf, but makes it cannibal friendly (lol). In this way kind of creating the perfect corner of hell for herself (and also Alastor).

What I’m getting at is that they’re qp soulmates who can meet and freely interact in an afterlife that’s kinda perfect for them (including the part where they’re allowed to be cruel). Like when ppl say you’ll meet your soulmate in heaven but those two are crazy so for them it’s meeting their perfect soulmate in hell.

[muzzleroars]

Ascended Ferryman!! What does his form look like now?

something like this!!! since the terminals say many of the angels of humans take on abstract or animal-like qualities, i decided to base their form loosely off of a jellyfish with their holy cloth acting as the bell. they are obviously very nautically themed otherwise, with their coins turning into golden adornment and their halo bearing the greek for "fishers of men". their wings are similarly skeletal as they are and somewhat based on how i stylize the wings of virtues to show they too are from a mortal soul despite achieving some human qualities.

[scrupulosity-comics]

you guys would be horrified to know how I treat the original drawings for my comics