#and liked it a lot actually

[reallytiredartstudent]

Only the powerful can grant mercy

Fuyumi being an vigilante/villain. 2k, Rated T, canon-typical violance, on ao3

Fuyumi was six the first time she stood inside the Dojo and felt for the first time the pain of getting punched in the face. It wasn’t even a punch; it had just been the backhand of her father. Her father with hands as big as her face.

Now when she felt the familiar feeling of pain blooming, she didn’t flinch anymore, she didn’t cry and she didn’t beg for mercy that would never come.

Instead she smiled. Laughed.

“Really?” She mocked her opponent, let him know how little she cared about his attacks.

“You are getting boring.”

She unleashed her ice.

She wasn’t like her little brother. She couldn’t create mountains out of nothings, couldn’t create a new ice time like it was nothing.

She could do something else.

“What – what are you doiaaaaaaargh –“

His desperate struggles got silent as her ice did the work. Fuyumi didn’t envy her little brother.

Because she could do so much worse than he could.

“I froze the blood in your veins,” she explained to the dead man standing still in front of her, with a glassy look on his face. He didn’t even look that dead yet. He even managed to still stand.

“Did no one advise you not to touch me?”

She was famous for that, for her deadly touch. A second of contact was all she needed to end even the most dangerous people. Nobody was immune to getting their brain frozen, no matter their size, ability or quirk. It assured that she always had enough space around her, no matter where she went.

“The Ice Queen,” whispered someone behind the moron she had just sent into an early grave. She turned to him.

“Thank you for introducing me. That’s indeed the name I go by these days.”

The name hadn’t been her choice. She never had even wanted a name. But nowadays it was a well-established name, enough to discourage lots of people to even pick a fight. Sadly.

She wasn’t really picky with who it was. Villains, criminals, heroes – at the end of the day there were all the same. Just a way to vent her frustration. Just people thinking they could take her. Foolish.

The people in front of her took a fearful step back. Who even were they? She didn’t really care. They had attacked her. She didn’t need to know more.

“We’re sorry, we didn’t recognize you.” One of the guys tried to hold up his hands in a placating manner. Fuyumi laughed.

“Did you ignore the blue mask on my face or did you just not care? Thought I was an easy target? Thought you could buy yourself some fame? What excuse do I get to hear this time? Don’t worry, I heard them all.”

She was after all a young woman walking around the worsts part of the city alone. She stopped counting how many times that alone had been enough for people to attack here. She also had stopped counting how many people had died at her hands. Some sure had been heroes as well.

She didn’t care.

“Really? You walk around here and nobody has warned you yet? Tsk tsk, you have to be new.”

She would let them go if they stopped attacking here now, she decided. It was getting late and she had to teach a class tomorrow. And her father certainly wanted to have breakfast ready in a few hours.

The thought soured her mood. Maybe she should kill them after all. That would make her feel better. To see them scramble away from her in fear, see the panic as they couldn’t stop their bodies from giving out of them.

The cold was an enemy to everyone but it was her closest ally. Her companion in the night. She hadn’t felt warmth in years. She didn’t even feel the burn of her father’s flames.

And how ironic that was – immune to the flames but hurt by her ice.

“We – we’re going now. He didn’t deserve it better for not recognizing you and we beg for your forgiveness.”

He was begging now. How cute. Fuyumi thought she could grant it to him. It was fun to give people forgiveness when they begged for it. Because she had cried and pleaded and never received it. Her brother had cried and pleaded and hadn’t received it. Granting mercy felt good.

Because if she was the one granting mercy, then it meant she was the one with the power. Powerless people couldn’t grant mercy. They could only hope for it.

Full one shot

[angelicgarnet]

the way people online talk about autism is getting really weird, like do they know that neurotypicals still have interests? that someone being passionate about a hobby doesn't mean they're autistic? you guys know that right

[tariah23]

White people are miserable, racist losers period. They’ve even been getting mad at Japanese people for correcting them about Yasuke as well.

[tentacleteapot]

solved the paradox of the ship of Theseus btw!! turns out the answer was “it depends”. hope that helps, have a good weekend everybody!

[libramooon]

richie tozier core

[adriles]

they are Cancelling me for dealing with my grief as best i can . also for the vicious war Crimes

[thepixelatedcactus]

flying the original character artist flag with pride

[mythtakens]

“these characters should be mentally healthy before they get together 😌” ummm no I actually think we should smash their mental illnesses together like clumps of play-doh and see what colors it makes

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Monty and TADC Gummigoo are so alike!

[cozylittleartblog]

not that we didn't already Know belos was full of shit, but it's even funnier knowing the titan was still alive the whole time and probably judging him

[cryptocism]

that half-blank, half-apocalyptic look

"i can b ur angle or yuor devil" etc etc "get a man who can do both" etc etc

obsessed with this vamp i think he should get to do whatever he wants forever

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

[heedzhee-art]

nice redstone gremlin

[hoofpeet]

Cool meta-design thing or whatnot I think would be cool for some sort of cosmic horror manga or smthn

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

People talk about how “overpowered” and freaky some of the physical feats in PJO and HOO are but I think people forget that all demigods inherently have enhanced, speed, agility, and strength. So at lot of these physical feats actually make a lot of sense in their “power scaling.”

And I know a lot of people like talk about the Lois Arc jump because that is insane but there are a lot of other feats that show off the enhanced attributes some of the other demigods have.

Like, Hazel ran after a Arion, the fastest horse alive for a WHOLE day. Hours upon hours on end. And even if Arion WASN’T the fastest horse he’s still. A horse. That Hazel was able to keep up with. And then run all the way home.

Reyna EASILY knocks away giant werewolves with a knife and used her javelin like a pole vault. Annabeth managed to fight Kronos, a whole ass Titan, to a standstill. And she’s been shown to perform moves only professional acrobatic and gymnast can do. Piper threw a fifty pound shield at Medea and was described to move fast as a viper.

Jason had dodged arrows that have appeared out of no where, no warning, and Percy has side stepped bullets. BULLETS.

Not to mention that with the Lycaon and werewolves they were all out running and keeping up with WOLVES.

So, yeah, demigods have freaky physical feats.

[wasyago]

a guy and his emotional support snail (unleashed and untrained, causing a scene. don't have a license for it. kicked out of the store)