#bc I woke up and chose violence

[sunlight-forsaken]

okokok so I was struck with A Thought —

We all know that Kaeya’s vision appearing saved him that night- but I’d like to add:

What if the initial blast of elemental power from his vision was enough to trigger a freeze reaction on Diluc?

It was heavily raining, after all.

———

Kaeya had expected the reaction- he’d brought his sword for a reason. Still, he does not meet Diluc with even the vigour expected of him if they were sparring. He had expected it, yes, but it did not stop his foolish heart from hoping he’d be wrong for once.

Diluc forces him back with blow after blow, each strike burning hotter and harder as he backs into the field. Blood roars in his ears so loud it’s almost enough to muffle the crackle of flame overlaid upon the torrential rain weighing him down further. Each movement is forced, each parry and block a means to survival-

Kaeya doesn’t know why he’s fighting. Is he really so selfish as to live, after all of this-?

He meets the ground, his limbs twitching to fight but his heart already sure he’d die at the hands of his own brother. It comes with a surge of bile in his gut at the thought, every hope and memory pinned in his head blurring the thoughts with the red his eyes can see.

Red that overtakes his eye as the claymore is brought down in a wild, deadly strike from the hands of a grieving man who had lost his father and who he thought his brother was in one fell swoop.

It’s searing hot upon his skin, and he’s sure he screamed. He’s long since lost track of whatever pleas or reasonings have left his mouth, if any at all, upon seeing the betrayal deep rooted into those crimson eyes. Hellfire crawls upon him, licking upon every wound he already sustained from stray sparks or barely avoided swipes. He’s forced out of his own wallowing, suddenly lightheaded but present, as if the muted sensation of his thoughts had been stripped away and left him defenceless against the burns, allowed the pain to seep deep underneath his skin.

And then, all Kaeya knows is a rush of ice.

The roaring of flame was swallowed back into the thunder and rain of the storm. Deliriously, Kaeya is grateful that his death was not as painful as he thought it’d be- even as he scrambles back like a worm on the dirt, his only ‘clear’ eye struggling to focus in the low light without the aid of the pyro setting the area in angry glow.

His brother stands before him, a perfect snapshot of that moment. Impossibly dark ice has stilled him, incasing his form in a thick layer similar to that of a cast. He almost looks like a statue- a monument, built by those who come after, celebrating the hero who killed the last filthy sinner who walked upon the surface.

Kaeya almost laughs, choking on blood or guilt or bile- it does not matter. For a perfect moment, there is nothing but him, the damned rain, and the years of lies and promises that he wore like a second skin.

There are no words. There’s no conclusion, good or bad.

Kaeya, ever the opportunist, takes it as it is.

Kaeya, ever the coward, runs.

[vanmec]

This is the moment of just letting go...

[My Socials] | [Prints] 

I know the light grows darker down below

But in your eyes it's gone before you know

[lazaruspiss]

so many people just hear "dick was a cop" and go "eww im gonna pretend i didnt see that" and like. if its just bc you cant handle the subject matter thats one thing, but often times its just. performative. especially because the actually storyline is so much about dick trying (and as far as ive gotten to reading so far, failing) to make a change in the system and be a "good cop". it's an extremely heavy but genuinely very interesting storyline. dick does find other "good cops", but they're very much the minority and usually keep their heads down, because cops are bastards and will ruin the lives of "fellow officers" who try and do things right. they try to frame dick for murder at one point and everything.

[rat-prophetess]

Unpopular patho opinion is that I fucking hate the Peter/Grace parent/child dynamic. Which sucks because there is so much amazing art of the two of them together.

Oh, Grace? Alcoholic orphan Grace, who’s been taking care of herself and and a graveyard’s worth dead alone since she was a little kid? We’re gonna hand her over to Peter, the whiny self-hating alcoholic who can’t even take care of himself? What could possibly go wrong here!

I’m not saying that they wouldn’t love each other, because they definitely would!! But the person acting like a parent in that dynamic will not be Peter and the person acting like a child will not be Grace imo. She’s been through a lot of shit in her life and I just feel like “put her in the custody of another alcoholic man who’s even more fucked-up than she is (as a result of his own choices) because isn’t it nice that they can relate to each other?” is Not the solution

[jimmymcchill]

“You don't save me. I save me.”

205, rebecca — 608, point and shoot

[wormedeye]

i’m not obsessed with this birb angel. yeah. believe me.

[mad-hunts]

i honestly feel like even going to a rage room wouldn't help barton because, since people would still be watching him in a way (through the cameras and such) he'd feel like he'd have to hold some of his anger back and thus, the whole thing wouldn't feel anywhere near as cathartic to him as it should be. no... barton just needs to be able to go back to his childhood home and smash everything. and i mean, of course it wouldn't solve everything, but in his mind — at least it'd make him feel a little better.

[blue-eli]

Ink October day six: Rattletrap

Any machine or vehicle that does not run smoothly.

[ghostdata]

okay, dude, like yeah sure get comfy but at this point i wish your repeated posts were ads i can block. it's annoying after a fucking day or two. and you post good content so just don't waste it ay?

tumblr is pvp and im currently winning

[rialitysworld]

on a random day like today i remember that i am technically 1/4 ukrainian and then there are some white americans who want to belong to an european culture so badly. no sarah, finding out you are 1% scottish doesn't mean you are scottish

[namelessbutters-doodles]

People Are Like: let’s not Bully Dew Anymore, Let’ Give him the love and Kindness Things He deserves in Stories. Stress Free, Love and Kindness for Dewdrop 2023  🥰

Also People: LET’S TORTURE THE CHOCHA MORE! AND POSSIBLY GIVE HIM THE WORST SCENARIO’S EVER! WRECK AND TORTURE THE LITTLE SHIT 2023! 💀

HE MIGHT NOT RECOVER BUT BOI IT’S FUN!!!

[samatheia229]

Story Prompt: Rise Dark Gods AU w/ a side of TMNT mega-crossover

Summary:

Participants, the Bale welcomes you. Only one can reign supreme in the Battle Nexus. Will it be you?

In a world where everyone is either immortal or a god, life and death means very little. Nobody's had a good grasp of the sacrality of life in at least five millenia.

To a society that cannot die, certain death is fascinating. It is why Lady Octavia's Battle Nexus is so widely celebrated; her team does a phenomenal job of creating the illusion of certain death. Yet an illusion can only sate their obsession for so long. The surge of offerings at Leo's temples is a sign that people have gotten bored.

Perhaps it is time for the Battle Nexus to go multi-dimensional. Surely, the people will enjoy seeing alternate versions of their princes battle to true death.

⚠️TW: suidical undertones, blood, gore, graphic depictions of violence, MCD (but kudos to you if you somehow manage to get around it)

Themes:

Reckless endangerment in the first degree - Beings of power blatantly disregarding the preciousness of life, either because they do not care or do not understand it. Either way, life is meaningless to someone who can live forever.

Hints of classism - Beings of power using the lower class for their own entertainment. The Battle Nexus exemplifies this in its mirroring of the gladiator fights of Ancient Rome. The noble and powerful (gods, immortals, yokai) place bets and spectate the event from comfortable seats high above whilst the gladiators (mortals, in the case), typically slaves or of a lesser background, battle to the death for a prize/the title of champion.

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The idea is that several TMNT iterations of your choosing are summoned to play a twisted, deadly version of the Lair Games in this Dark Rise AU's Battle Nexus. Their opponents are both each other and this AU's Rise boys, who control the arena and created the games being played. There are six rounds: one round against a space made by each brother, a fight amongst the players, and a final battle with the four gods in the flesh.

The space created by each brother reflects the domain they govern. Raph's round, for example, might involve facing childhood fears because he is the Patron of Childhood. Similarly, Leo being the Patron of Games and manipulative bastard that he is, would have his round be 4D chess, with him (White) as the opponent and the players (Black) as living pieces. Like the chess game from Harry Potter and the Philospher's Stone except they actually die.

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

hope everyone had a wonderful day today or will tomorrow! and i anyone could tell me why the hell my knees hurt really badly every time i bend (or fully stretch) them for No Reason (no i did not hit them and i can see or feel literally Nothing) because i am dying (has to walk many many stairs all the time) and i do not know what to do (i mean it's manageable but jesus christ i cannot think of anything to make it better especially bc i don't even know WHY) that would be real fuckin great and i'd be forever in your debt

[alligaytorswamp]

i swear im gonna start exploding people with my mind if yall won't tag ur shit properly

[badlcks]

        ✧         —         haven't         you         done         enough         today ?

      𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍   /   𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅   𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 :         a   sweet   ambiguity   under   the   spill   of   silver - toned   moonlight .         nimble   frame   is   losing   potency   and   the   fuse   of   crimson   liquid   and   ebony   latex   is   clarification .         deft   digits   apply   pressure   to   torso   in   an   attempt   to   ease   the   discomfort ,   to   control   blood   loss   from   her   wound .         𝙸𝚃'𝚂   𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃   𝙰   𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚉𝙴 ,   𝙵𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙸𝙰 .         𝙿𝚄𝙻𝙻   𝙸𝚃   𝚃𝙾𝙶𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 .         but   is   that   all   it   is ? chest   is   still   heaving   as   shoulder   connects   with   the   red   brick   of   the   wall   in   the   secluded   alleyway .         the   police   sirens   have   diminished   in   volume ,   the   flashing   blue   lights   have   faded .         𝙎𝙃𝙀   𝙂𝙊𝙏   𝘼𝙒𝘼𝙔 .         it's   just   her         [   . . . . . .   ]         &   PETER   PARKER ,   APPARENTLY .

she   scoffs ,   her   back   still   to   the   hero ,         ❝       YOU   GONNA   TURN   ME   IN ,   BABY ?       ❞         position   a   spotlight   on       𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙱𝙰𝙳   𝙺𝙸𝚃𝚃𝚈       with   an   appetite   for   larceny .         or   in   this   case ,   FAILED   LARCENY .         ❝       by   the   time       𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐏𝐈𝐆   -   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃   𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐒       arrive ,   there   might   be   nothing   left   to   offer   them .       ❞         nothing   but   a   cold   corpse .         she's   turned   to   face   him   now ,   plasma   blotching   her   suit   and   the   skin   of   her   hand . ❝       get   out   of   here ,   spider ,       ❞         she   scolds   with   frustration   heavy   in   her   vocals .         that   playfulness   in   her   tone   has   dissipated   &   SHE   WISHES ,   FOR   ONCE ,   𝘏𝘌   𝘞𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋   𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛   𝘏𝘌𝘌𝘋   𝘏𝘌𝘙   𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎 .            

                        ✧         —         peter     parker :         @privatemulti

[remapped-soul]