#chronicles of truth

[rjavenuru]

Ok, so one is the queen of the undead, imbued with the power of the natural spirit world with power bolt magic. The other is a traveller of dimensions, a defier of death who can shapeshift into a terrifying skeletal creature. Let's face it, these two are basically superheroes now. 😝

[fanfic-writer-and-rambler]

Wonder Woman is the only one he has no prep time for

Superman: You have prep time to defeat us?

Batman: Yes.

Superman: Okay, Green Arrow?

Batman: 20 minutes.

Flash: Me?

Batman: 5 or 10 minutes. Sneak attack Dick taught me when he punched your grandson.

Flash: Okay, I can't even argue there. He has source. Hal Jordan.

Batman: Let's see... 15 minutes, the color yellow is implemented.

Green Lantern: I told you thats not how the color works against me!

Flash: Ignore him, okay let's do see... Black Canary?

Batman: An hour and a bucket of ice water.

Black Canary: Your plan is to give me a cold?

Batman: No... Not at all.

Flash: Okay, this one will stump you Plastic Man.

Batman: He's apart of a contingency plan I have.

Flash: I fucking called it. Superman. Be honest. It's quick isn't it?

Superman: Oh please he wouldn't have a quick plan for me I know my best buddy would take forever to defeat me.

Batman: 5 minutes.

Superman: What?!

Batman: With kryptonite, it might be shorter.

Superman: I'd forgive you, buddy. Don't worry.

Batman: Cool.

Wonder Woman: What about me?

Batman: What?

Wonder Woman: How long would it take to defeat me?

Batman stares at the table, pretending to be thinking and then looks at his phone.

Wonder Woman: Are you looking through some notes?

Batman: No just ending this conversation.

Wonder Woman: You don't have one, do you?

Flash: Batman?

Batman: Not answering.

Wonder Woman: You actually have nothing for me? Yes! Smart man, you remembered that I can break all your bones at once. Amazon for the win!

Wonder Wonan leaves with pride as everyone stares at Bruce waiting for a response.

Batman: She broke my back then realigned it! I have no prep time for that. Then there's the lasso of truth.

Flash (quickly speaking): Oh yeah there was that time she used it on you and then you confessed that you like to be coated in baby oil.

Black Canary: Wonder Woman can I borrow your lasso real quick!

Batman groans, covering his face in shame.

[wassupnye]

Cinder and Kai give best-friend-couple energy, idc what anyone says

[pure-vanilla-trophy]

*A thump could be heard. ...Bow crashed into the window, muffled exclamations of pain being heard from outside.*

-@itz-bow-xd

*Trophy groans and opens the window. He looked more tired than usual, and his cup was heavily chipped.*

[helenofblackthorns]

crazy to think about how I first read tsc when I was 14/15 and how I was the same age as Kit & Ty & Livvy. and now tlkof is going to come out around when I turn 22 and they're going to be 18 (& 15) still. I'll probably be 24 when the last book comes out like. I'll be 24 and Livvy will still be 15....

[dayque]

Boys' Night

Simon: Okay, Jace, I challenge you to win a Mario Kart 8 Deluxe Cup in a 200cc speedway while singing all the Hamilton songs in order, from the beginning, doing a different voice for each character.

Jace: This is the geekiest challenge I've ever been given, why can't you just be a normal guy and challenge me to punch a stranger in the face or post a thong pic on snapchat?

Simon: The idea of ​​challenges is to force people to do things they would never do, and you've already done both. Play fucking Mario Kart!

Jace: I don't even know what that is!

Simon: Even better, I'm going to kick your ass.

Magnus: I was seriously hoping this would end up with someone naked somehow, but I think watching a Herondale lose to a ex mundane is weirdly even better...

[completeoveranalysis]

[2]

I personally love that Yuuko doesn’t even ask why and agrees before he even gets the chance to explain. For many reasons, but in particular because of Watanuki’s growing aptitude for solving these cases by himself, following his own intuition, and coming up with ideas that Yuuko didn’t prompt him with. It’s all very encouraging for events THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE HAPPENING SOON in which Watanuki won’t have her guidance forever. 

But if we’re lucky that’ll still be a while away and we can enjoy Yuuko the maximum possible amount. We’re in the last 20% of the manga now so who knows maybe we can hold out even longer?

10/10 love the change in Watanuki’s expression as he mentions the plans he has in store. Surely this will be >:) a normal lesson

[garvalhaminho]

guys just wanted to say i'm very happy that thais exists bc i remember how bad i felt when 13yo dru didn't have anyone to rely on in qooad

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Aang: Sooooo, who are you again? Kuruk: I'm Avatar Kuruk, the Water Avatar that came after Yangchen and before Kyoshi. Aang: Mmmm hmmm. And what did you do? Kuruk, sweating: Uhhhhhh not a lot. Aang: Really? What was your biggest accomplishment then? Kuruk: Being the baby girl who was lucky to be born between big boss mommies? Kyoshi: Don't ever call me that again. Or I swear to Raava, you will wish Father Glowworm finished you off. Yangchen: Kuruk, that better not be sexually charged at us. Kuruk: Of course not big boss air mommy. I mean it only in the most respectful way. u_u Yangchen: Fiiiiiiiiiiine, carry on. Kyoshi: No I don't "carry on!" I don't fucking care if it is or isn't suppose to be taken like that, or how true it is, don't fucking call me that again!

[fenicenera83]

Ah! How hard it can be to digest the truth 😌

[carelessflower]

Trouble was firing down the Lightwood's door, an old submission turned more bitter than the poison the matriarch and her husband had gladly lapped from Morgenstern's palm.

Common folks and nobles alike shook in fear, as the Mad King was back, devilish spawns sprinting with their father's every step. The combined force of Idris's houses had only managed to push him down, not out, never out. With a daughter whose hands draw golden and spirit was more fiery than her hair, and her terrifyingly blond brother, who would wipe the blood of those Morgenstern cheekbones with a smile.

Valentine was still alive. He called for the throne.

Of course, Valentine's insanity had not faded away, but neither had his wits, The Mad Ruler - always three steps prepared. The political landscape of Idris had shifted over the decades he spent in the dark carving ladder from people's flesh. The Clave never gave back their trust in the Lightwood. Valentine could regain fortune for his victory, and punishment for his betrayal.

Maryse the Unmercy tensed when a letter with familiar signs came down her sparrow, commanding words capable of drawing expressions few had seen her displayed. Though burnt, the sentiment stayed.

Maxell Lightwood could stay, for he posed the perfect future pawn in Valentine's army. Lady Isabelle would become Valentine's dear Clarissa's Lady-in-waiting, her hands in marriage awaiting whatever house Valentine deemed suitable to sway over.

And when the gentle spray of she spring came, along her the first bloom of Moon Magnolia, Sir Jonathan Herondale would sweep on his horse, and renounce his love for Valentine's daughter. A family united, at last.

The firstborn, oh how Valentine looked to meet the Lightwood's grace, his son's soon-to-be bed warmer. The most useful hostage in the family. Breaking him would be the perfect jewel on the Morgenstern's crown.

Time spinned. The wheel went on.

Day of tourney returned. Words spread faster than wind, a foreign blade drawn. Prince Magnus Bane was never known to back down from a challenge.

The commoners laughed and cheered, bets in taverns went one thousand, one million. They all heard the tales, and Sir Herondale had run into his tough match. Magic ran through Edom's veins, and as one of The Eldest Curses, Prince Magnus's power rivaled most of his royal peers.

The competition would be unpredictable, many claimed. But some only cared about who would the winner dedicate his history to. Whether the blessed magnolia crown of love and beauty would rest on Morgenstern's flaming curls or the intricate blonde braid of Bane's newest amour.

To say this year's round was the most anticipated in centuries would not be a stretch by any means.

Everyone at the joust recalled the moment of their bated breath, as the Great Destruction knocked their prideful heron off his horse. Sharp as Bane's laughter when he took off his helmet, not letting anyone get in his way- reaching for where noble houses were posing in observance.

His eyes flitted over to the right, where the lady Isabelle abode with her family.

Oh— of course. Others whispered. The one true jewel of Alicante. Lady of the Roses.

What a quaint couple would they make. Most knew Maryse was anticipating her frosty rage.

It didn't matter.

For blue petals bloomed in between Sir Alexander Lightwood's raven locks.

okay so this malec x GoT inspired idea has been haunting me all night I need to get it out of my system may pick up later when I'm feeling lucky 🤭

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[garden-of-thoughts-fruit-of-lips]

Currently gathering up friends to point and laugh at you

2 Chronicles 36:16

But they kept ridiculing the messengers of the true God, and they despised his words and mocked his prophets, until the rage of Jehovah came up against his people, until they were beyond healing.

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Characters, book, and author names under the cut

Maud Blyth/Violet Debenham - A Restless Truth by Freya Marske

Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood - The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare

[pure-vanilla-trophy]

Trophy groaned. He was close to passing out. He was pacing around the lobby, his golden feet hurting from all the hours pacing. He’d stop, but he couldn’t. Not now. He put his hand against his head, trying to think of ways…. Ways to actually be useful, instead of just sitting on the sidelines, watching as everyone he cared about got hurt. Damn it, why couldn’t he just do his job?!

He slammed his fist in the wall, making his own knuckles crack. He inspected the vanilla cream that melted from it, as his body rapidly began healing it. He sighed. He could heal Cheesy’s rib….. but not his leg. Not even Bow…. Not even her. Trophy couldn’t even help her. Damn it! Why did he only make people feel worse in the end?! He clawed at his own arms as frustrated tears bubbled up in his eyes.

He slams his fist against the wall again, hearing the crack of gold breaking. He sighed and shakily laid on the couch in the lobby. At this point, his hand and arms were in pain… it felt like they were burning. He started to drift off as his eyes got heavier and heavier, despite the pain…

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Pure Vanilla crashed into the door with his teammates. The roof was falling apart, the castle was stained with red…. the distant screams of cookies filled the halls. Forks and fire scattered around the burning castle.

As his team walked, a voice rang out from behind him, meek and afraid. “This is….. oh no….. what a horrible sight….” White Lily Cookie had said that….. a dear friend of Pure Vanilla….. Another voice in front of him proudly spoke, her voice ringing through the eerie quiet. “The whole place is covered in Cookie crumbs!” Hollyberry Cookie held her shield warily, looking out for intruders or attackers. Another voice called out, grumbling coldly but concerned. “Foul…. Sticky cream. The stench of burnt butter in the air…” Dark Cacao Cookie walked with determination in every footstep, welding his great sword, which was crackling with lightning. The final voice, calling out behind him like a bird of prey answered. “What on Earthbread is going on here?!” Golden Cheese’s wings fluttered in irritation and confusion, her long, golden spear gripped tightly in her hands. Pure Vanilla responded in his familiar soft voice. “it’s not good. dark enchantress cookie has declared war on the vanilla kingdom.” Pure Vanilla stood bravely, holding his orchid staff in his hands. Dark Cacao looked back, his dark, almost black, purple eyes ablaze with rage. “The Cookie who has brought the Cake Monster army into our lands?!” Pure Vanilla managed a curt nod. “yes. she attacked while i was occupied elsewhere.” Hollyberry scoffed as she raised her shield. “Hah. That’s gotta be some tough flour, for such a brazen strike.” Pure Vanilla looked ahead, looking for what’s to come. “we must find dark enchantress cookie quickly! let us make haste!”

Just as they ran through the halls, a group of Cake Hounds attacked, which Dark Cacao flung off with a swift swipe of his electric sword. As they progressed through the dark halls, another group attacked, which Hollyberry bashed with her shield. They approached the throne…. Pure Vanilla’s Throne….. and Dark Enchantress Cookie sat there. She sat on her staff, imitating a Witch. Her blood-red eyes looked down on the group with malice and…..excitement?

“And so.. upon the ruins of your home, we finally meet…… you’re rather late… to your own demise!”

Pure Vanilla Cookie stepped up, and looked up at her. “dark enchantress cookie! what is the meaning of this?!”

She snickered and looked down on the party. “Do you know the real reason why us, Cookies, were created?”

Golden Cheese spoke up, getting impatient and agitated. “What rancid NONSENSE are you peddling now?!”

Dark Enchantress smiled and rolled her eyes nonchalantly. “Now now, THINK for a moment…. I hope it’s not to hard~…. Why do we exist?”

Hollyberry answered next, her mind filled with hope. “That’s easy! To live and be happy.” She spoke again. “That’s exactly why we were brought into this world. Happiness, Dark Enchantress Cookie. That’s what it’s all about.”

Dark Enchantress was amused, stifling a laugh. “Oh really~? And when, pray tell, are you the happiest? When you fall down and crumble? Or when you become…. Dare I say it…. hahah…. SOGGY?!”

Dark Cacao spoke up as well, his deep yet commanding voice ringing in the hall. “We are together, in peace or in battle. This is our strength!”

Pure Vanilla managed a small smile. “so true! we love and thank our creators for our deliciously sweet bodies and unique talents!” He would stand closer to Dark Enchantress, his body glowing somewhat. “and there is no hardship we cannot overcome. together!”

Dark Enchantress frowned, it seemed like her fun was over. “RUBBISH! Fools… all of you! I shall show you the tragic error of your ways.. right here. Right now.”

The ground shook as a beam of light emerged from the ground, destroying the part of the castle. Pure Vanilla and the team got flung back, but everyone seemed to catch their footing. A thunderous roar filled the building as rubble fell from the ceiling. Dark Enchantress sat upon the palm of the Cake Witch, which towered over the small Ancient Cookies.

Without warning, Dark Enchantress summoned orbs of darkness, which were launched at the team, who promptly dodged the attacks. Pure Vanilla spoke up to his teammates. “the cake witch is channeling energy! we must use this pause to avert her next attack!”

Pure Vanilla raised his staff, healing his team. His teammates got ready, bracing themselves as the giant beam rained down on them, covering them in evil light. White Lily finally spoke up, her small voice being a light in the dark. “Listen… we can win this battle!”

The team went into the fray. The clanging of a sword and shield against dark magic rang in the air, as Golden Cheese swung her spear around with magic. White Lily wrapped vines around the Witch, draining her energy and magic. Pure Vanilla healed Dark Cacao and Hollyberry, as they got injured from the dark magic. The Cake Witch and Dark Enchantress were relentless with their attacks.But eventually, The Witch tired out and fell back.

Dark Enchantress landed on the floor, leaning on her staff.

“GAH!!! HOW DARE YOU!….. NOTHING CAN STOP ME! Especially YOU!”

The Cake Witch charged up her dagger, about to strike. Pure Vanilla’s eyes went wide.

“DARK ENCHANTRESS COOKIE! NOO-“

*the Witch struck, causing a large explosion, stunning all the ancients and breaking off their Soul Jams, as they lightly floated into the air. Dark Enchantress brought the small gems to her, a victorious smile on her face. A loud cackle filled the air. “Marvelous! Simply marvelous! Say goodbye to your Soul Jam! ITS ALL MINE! I have waited an eternity for this moment. It is time to reap the fruits of my promise and share my brilliant vision with the world!”

Pure Vanilla summoned a shield around his friends, before racing to the ledge, letting out a beam of light to the Dark Enchantress. Her eyes widen as she bursted out a dark beam of her own, the two beams colliding in a sudden flash, making a bright flash between red and blue. The rest is a blur, as a black hole formed, swallowing the two cookies…. Dark Enchantress Cookie smiled, as a ball of black electricity got bigger and bigger. As it got closer, Pure Vanilla noticed the sensation of his body starting to crumble…. His body, Turning to dust…. The panic as his teammates experiencing it too…. It was over….. but the Soul Jams remained. Pure Vanilla pulled them close, as he put the Ancients into the Soul Jams.. he quickly did so to himself…. Before using the rest of his energy to teleport himself and the other Jams… to where? He wondered that too…

…………………………………………………………………………..

Trophy woke up with a shout, as he grabbed the staff…. He felt sick… sick to the stomach…. He felt himself glowing brighter and brighter….. as he went outside, basically leaning on his staff… He looked back to see the energy of Hotel OJ…. Vanishing….? The light went into him… making him brighter and brighter….. he then noticed the ball of energy forming on his staff…. Grow bigger and bigger as the light went into the ball…. And like that, as he pointed up, a huge beam of blue light shot into the sky as Trophy passed out, little sparks of blue light slowly coming down onto the ground, growing vanilla orchids where they hit……..

Trophy woke up in a bed of these flowers. He felt something off about him….. was he more…. Sparkly and shiny than usual….? He touched his head, to find that his form was glitching? He panicked as he felt his body glitch…. he wanted to scream. He wanted to cry…. He looked down… the cracks on his hand had gotten better, but were still noticeable to the naked eye.

[pendr4gonz]

happy june 1st

[demi-pixellated]

//OC road work ahead