#And then this was born

[cobalts-corner]

An shiraishi……………. In a ponytail save me

#an shiraishi #shiraishi an #project sekai #pjsk #prsk #prsk fanart #prsk fa #project sekai fanart #i saw the whip the wimp girl leaks and lost it #and then this was born #cobalt’s art #vivid bad squad

[thatonebirdwrites]

When the news came, Lena was in a meeting with Sam and the L-Corp's board. She'd long ago set all alerts for Supergirl to come through to her phone, but ones where Supergirl was injured had been set to ignore all other settings.

The ring caused Sam to jump, but Lena kept her cool. She glanced down at her phone, and felt her veins turn to ice. A brief message that Supergirl had fallen from the sky.

Shit.

Lena grabbed her phone and bag. "I regret that I must take this call. An emergency has come up."

Sam looked at her, her brow furrowed in worry. "I can handle this, Lena. Go."

With a tight smile to her friend and CFO, Lena hurried from the room. She swapped out her shoes, and took off in a sprint. The alert had given her an intersection, but she needed to know if Alex knew about this yet.

Lena: Alex, I'm incoming.

Alex: wait, what?

Lena: Kara, she's fallen.

Alex: The hell? She's supposed to be eating lunch! Was in a meeting. Where?

Lena forwarded the alert's text, baffled that Alex had no idea.

Alex: How close are you? It's gonna take me fifteen minutes. J'onn unavailable.

Lena: Be there in five.

The doors of the elevator opened. Why drive when she could take the helicopter? When her pilot reached the intersection, Lena stared in horror. Someone had what looked like a missile launcher over their shoulder, and Kara laid in a cracked hole in the street in front of Noonan's. So Alex had been correct, Kara had been getting lunch, as drinks and food was spilled across the curb. People clustered in the doorways of the cafe and storefronts, and Kara's supersuit had a burn mark across its front.

Fuck.

"Hold us steady," Lena ordered the pilot. She grabbed a bag from behind her seat. In case of an attack -- considering she had quarterly assassination attempts all the time -- she had some specific weapons in here. One of them was a shotgun with some unusual shells. She flicked through her supplies and decided on a particularly useful set. She popped in the shells, cocked the gun, and threw open the door. The person started to look up, but Lena wasn't giving them a chance to react. She fired. The shots slammed into the person's back and immediately ice formed. She fired again. This time the person fell to the ground as a block of ice. Cryo shells had their use. She reloaded and gestured to her pilot.

He brought the helicopter closer to the ground. "Watch my back," she said, mostly out of habit, though she doubted the pilot could do anything. "And stay in the air. We'll need a quick exit." "Right, Ms. Luthor." He kept his gaze on the controls, his voice coming through her headset.

She jumped to the ground, her shotgun cocked. As she scanned the area, she realized, to her dismay, that another person stood in the shadows of the storefront across from Noonan's, armed with some sort of long rifle. Why the person hadn't fired yet confused her.

Lena aimed but didn't fire yet. She didn't have confidence that her shot would hit before the other took her out. "Step away from Supergirl."

The person wasn't that much taller than herself. Curly blonde hair leaked out of the black beanie, and blue eyes regarded her from under a black mask, their clothes definitely assassin-like. "Stay out of this, Luthor." A high-pitched voice. Possibly a woman?

"This is my business." Lena stalked closer. "Don't think I won't take you out like your friend there." She nodded at the other person dressed in black with a black mask over their face, their eyes closed. Ice was still encased around their lower body.

Lena wished she'd seen the person earlier. Otherwise she'd have fired on them too. Now they were in a stand-off exactly when Kara needed her the most.

"I don't want to do this," the woman in black said. "You're not on our list."

"Then step away now. Don't think I won't fire."

The woman stared at her for a long moment as if sizing her up. Her voice timbre changed to a hint of coy and frustrated. "Why do you care, Lena Luthor? Doesn't your family hate Kryptonians?"

Lena rolled her eyes. "I'm not them." She needed to distract her somehow. At least until Alex got here or Lena could fire the shot without getting hit in turn. "Now, how about you put down your weapon, I'll put down mine, and we'll talk like civilized people?"

The woman hesitated, her rifle moved just an inch down.

That was when the shot came from above. The bullet hit the woman's shoulder, she staggered backward, and Lena took the shot. Two blasts later, the woman was encased in ice like her friend.

Lena slung the shotgun over her shoulder and raced to Kara's side. "Supergirl!" She dropped next to her and felt for Kara's pulse. It was faint, far too faint. "Dammit." She didn't have time to check for injuries. Kara needed extracted immediately. "Riordan, drop the stretcher," she said into her headset.

The helicopter hovered closer, and a side door slid open. The stretcher shot out, swung, and slowed to a stop above her head. She reached up, snagged its side, and pulled on its rope until she had it next to Kara. It took two tries to lift the Kryptonian -- damn, Kara was heavy -- until she had Kara on and belted in securely. Flicking the switch on the bottom of the stretcher, a set of footrests dropped into place.

After she clamped her shoes onto the footrests, she noticed several people had started to come out of the stores with their phones in their hands, likely recording her rescue.

Whatever. All Lena cared about was Kara. "Go," she ordered her pilot, and held on tightly as the helicopter lifted toward the sky.

TO BE CONTiNUED...

#supercorp #supercorp fic #I wanted to write a scene where Lena does a ridiculously extra rescue of Kara #And then this was born #I'll put this up on AO3 once I have more written #But wanted to see if people liked this first #Lena Luthor #pov lena luthor #kara zor el #kara x lena #alex danvers #Assassins

[fortheturnstiles]

yaoi saturday

#david cronenberg #viggo mortensen #my friend juno and i made this one time like a year or so ago #we were bored and he turned to me and asked ‘do you know how to use imovie?’ #the answer was no not really but what do you need it for #and then this was born #please enjoy poorly edited david and viggo edit ❤️❤️ it came from the heart

[astreetcarnamedkendall]

[ loustat x giovanni's room ]

#i was thinking about this quote from giovanni's room and then thought of the church scene #and then this was born #loustat #iwtv #interview with the vampire #louis du pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #giovanni's room

[gay-flyboys]

Drew this like a year and a half ago but it remains one of my favorite things I’ve ever made ever

#fmab #GreedLing #ling fma #lan fan #greed fmab #I will say this is NOT ship art #but that one bisexual ass promo picture of Anne Hathaway lives rent free in my head #and then this was born #anyway #queued or smth #max draws #ig that’s a tag I should use lol

[drabblingman]

"One True Love"

Solomon hated those three words.

To most people, they were considered the epitome of many a romantic plot; the neat and tidy way to wrap up a story and let the viewer know that the couple indeed loved each other very much, oftentimes ending with a "happily ever after".

To others, it was a goal. Something and someone to strive for. Your "One True Love". The only person in the world that was meant for you.

It made him sick.

What kind of goal was that? Why would anyone resign themselves to such a fate? Glorify it? Place it on the highest pedestal as the ultimate relationship to ever exist?

What kind of cruel joke would that be for an immortal?

He couldn't imagine it. Couldn't imagine never meeting and falling in love with his lovers past. He loved them, truly loved them, with all of his heart. Each and every one of them.

He could picture their faces. He could hear their voice. When he was alone in bed, and the darkness obscured his covers, he could imagine each and every one of them laying beside him.

He could feel the pain of losing them. Each new way his heart had shattered. An agony that he would forget each time his heart mended, a new loss now fresh and new and biting. Until it faded again. Until he began feeling normal again.

And then he met someone new.

And the exhilaration. The flirting and teasing and banter that made his heart race and face flush in spite of the aloof front he tried to put up, every single time.

The thrill of returned feelings, of first dates and subtle touches, of early stages that went by entirely too quickly, but always settled in to something much greater.

The comfort, the absolute comfort of someone who knew you. By far, his favorite part was the settling in to each other, no more firsts or surprises to be had, just a home to return to. A safe space, in the shape of a person who looked to him for the exact same things.

And then it would be over, and the cycle would repeat. Endlessly.

And while in many ways he hated it, hated the curse of immortality and the grief of losing every person he ever loved, who would he be if he hadn't loved them? Who would he be if his story had been one of "One True Love", destined to end when he himself could not?

He couldn't fathom it.

How twisted by grief would he have become? How bitter would he have been for millennia, witnessing generation after generation fall in love and die in turn? What kind of man would he have become?

He never thought himself much a romantic, but maybe he would have to reconsider that.

Because he couldn't live without love. He couldn't live without the feelings of accepting and being accepted by someone in the most simple yet intimate of ways. He couldn't live without the inside jokes whispered in crowded spaces with hands intertwined, or the evenings spent apart yet together in the same room, the mere presence of each other being enough.

And as he bore witness to new feelings blossoming, as he nurtured the familiar feeling in his chest, beating together with his heart, he realized...

...He couldn't live with "One True Love".

#soooooo I've had this written for a while now and never posted it #but now that nightbringer is bringing everyone over to the Solomon side i decided to post it #he isn't one of my favorites but I was thinking about him one day and how he'd hate the concept of one true love lol #and then this was born #hopefully it's not oit if character with him #I just think he's a neat little guy #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me solomon #obey me angst #obey me fluff #obey me! #obey me nightbringer #obey me drabble #drabblingman drabbles on again

[n4rval]

merry new year enjoy this absolutely zero context from me and my irl

#artwork #...? #undertale #asriel #chara #the context is we were talking about the au we came up with #where they dont do their stupid murder idea and chara grows up to allow the old man to retire and take the royal scientist role #also something about it getting over their head and start doing shit just because they can #kind of literally the plot of the lorax #its showbiz baby #and then this was born #i promise they dont usually look so wonky #i'll make actual art of them soon #asriel is tiny bc the lorax is tiny this is for comedic effect

[wjokeo]

little red grian i started before the finale started rotting my brain ^_^

#sorry for the repost #just really proud of this and it wasn’t showing up in any tags?? #original tags -> #i’ve been rotating the idea of secret life taking place in the transition between autumn and winter #like third life #and then this was born #i’m just in a cozy christmas mood #wjokeo art #cw blood #trafficblr #secret life #secret life fanart #slsmp #slsmp fanart #grian #grian fanart #secret life grian

[bookwyrminspiration]

[ID in alt text.]

Happy Pride!! This was inspired by an art piece I saw like a month ago that I cannot for the life of me find, which I've now adapted into a kotlc version. I hope everyone's had a good month <33 (I don't know why I did this to myself this is. eleven people in one drawing aoirhawnr)

KOTLC Art Taglist under cut (let me know if you want to be added or removed:

@bronte-deserves-better @bianavckers @imaramennoodle @mistythegenderqueermess @we-have-no-bananas-today @theofficialkai517 @silver-snow @ruewen-and-rising @keefeinnit @thesandsofdawn @kotlc-hoe @crumpledwitchfeet @ascendant-queen @tribblemakingalicorn @axels-corner @deephasoceanmagic @loverofallthingssmart @oceanstxrs @raeann547 @diamond-dreamerr @silveny-dreams @girlofmanyfandoms @keeper-of-the-lost-queers @enbies-and-felonies @impostertamsong @b-blurryfacee @three-gulons-in-a-trenchcoat @i-am-now-turtle @sofia-not-sophie @alabestrine @keefes-hairgel @anna-without-an-e @fanartofthelostcities @three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat @blxckh0les42 @a-lonely-tatertot @ketterdamkid @cosmogyral-cleo @meg-doodles @cadythelady @dragonwinnie-kotlc @anaccidentwaitingtohappen @maglorslostsilmaril @even-if-in-another-time @aceofunicorns @crazedfangirl14 @callas-pancake-tree @synonymroll648 (treasure i know you're not on my taglist but I'm adding you rn because I want you to see this <33)

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fanart #quil's quill #pride month art #this taglist is /wildly/ out of date so please do not hesitate to correct me on anything there at all #including if you want to be removed I seriously don't mind. i'd rather have an up to date list than a long one #i use it like never so url changes and people leaving always happen #that being said hope you enjoy the art!! i wasn't even planning on doing anything but then I saw the pride art and went oh wait #i'm gonna do something now #and then this was born #this monstrosity of a drawing

[12am-motivation]

so i made a thing— (sound on 🔊)

#4 days to Element! #ok so the new EPN instrumental from the teaser is such a banger #and we get to hear the game-size version on enstars JP #i tried syncing the lyrics in my head then i decided to do this simple edit #i combined it with the vocals of the original game-size EPN #and then this was born #eccentric party night!! #five eccentrics #五奇人 #rei sakuma #sakuma rei #undead #wataru hibiki #hibiki wataru #fine #kanata shinkai #shinkai kanata #ryuseitai #shu itsuki #itsuki shu #valkyrie #natsume sakasaki #sakasaki natsume #switch #ensemble stars element #ensemble stars #enstars #あんさんぶるスターズ！ #mo's edits

[purpleshadow-star]

The Aftermath

Read on Ao3

~

Andrew's hand gripped at the wall of the stall he was in as he heaved into the toilet bowl under his face for the umpteenth time in the last three minutes.

He spit one last time and banged a closed fist against the stall wall in frustration.

Usually, he had more time. Usually, he was able to make it through the whole game without feeling like he was going to be sick. Usually, there was enough time for him to bask in his sobriety for the few minutes between the end of the game and taking his pill again.

This time, the game wore him out.

Andrew knew he was an amazing goalie. It’s the reason he was recruited to the Foxes in the first place. Andrew knew that he could shut out almost any team they went up against if only he chose to put in the effort.

The Ravens, though. The Ravens were on a completely different level. No one had ever scored thirteen points on Andrew. Sure, Andrew had blocked the other 137 shots that the Raven made on his goal, but the fact that they were still able to make so many goals was a testament to how much they wore him down.

Already feeling weary from his withdrawal during the game, the Ravens’ incessant attack on his goal expedited his nausea to the point where Andrew had considered puking right on the court once the game ended. He had settled for sitting and decided to keep his sick for the toilet.

After another round of heaving, Andrew leaned against the stall wall. Faintly, he could hear a door opening and the rest of the Foxes entering the foyer. Wymack was no doubt giving some rousing speech about how he was proud of their performance.

Andrew didn’t care for Coach’s dramatics, but the fact that he had to miss his speech because he was stuck in a toilet stall emptying his stomach infuriated him. Andrew hit the stall wall again as he felt another round of vomit begin to work its way up his throat.

Andrew didn’t care about Exy. He really didn’t, but he was used to having it be something he could control. Again, Andrew was no stranger to his talent. Ever since discovering his uncanny abilities in juvie, Andrew had played Exy in a way that ensured he always had control. He could choose whether or not to put in effort. He could control the score. Exy was Andrew’s way of having control over something. Having control the way he never did growing up.

It was agonizingly unnerving to lose that control, especially to someone like Riko Moriyama.

Andrew was used to being able to control the score in any Exy game he played. Today, Andrew threw any target score out of his mind and focused on attempting to shut down the goal.

For the first time, it didn’t work.

Andrew moved off of the stall wall, heaved once more, and wondered why he was even thinking this hard about the game. He didn’t care. He didn’t.

Another heave had Andrew gripping his own leg and digging his nails in. He wanted to hurt something. He wanted to break something. He despised getting sick like this. He loathed showing this kind of weakness to anyone.

No one was in the locker room yet, but they would be soon. It was bad enough that he had collapsed to the ground in front of everyone after the game ended. Renee was the only one to see him right before he ran into the locker room to throw up, but even showing her this part of him made him uncomfortable. Andrew hated how little control he had over his body right now.

Control.

It was all about control.

Andrew used to have no control, back when he was in the system. Now, he had the means to take control over anything he needed to. The medication was a setback, for sure, but he took control back when he signed with Wymack. He took control back when he negotiated to come off of his meds for games.

At that moment, Andrew had no control over anything. He tried to keep in his nausea, but his body betrayed him. For the past hour, he tried to control the game, a feat that had been so effortless before, to no avail.

Andrew needed to take control back.

He thought about the last time this happened. The last time he had gotten this sick. He had destroyed the lounge. It was gratifying.

In the tiny bathroom stall, there was nothing to destroy but himself. Andrew spit up some more stomach acid, any food in his system having already been thrown up, and clawed at his left arm with his right hand until his armband shifted down a few inches, away from the crook of his elbow. He felt along the ridges with a harsh finger as a shiver wracked his body.

He felt hot and cold all over. He could feel his body shaking and his knees aching from kneeling for so long.

He despised this.

Eager to do visible damage, Andrew shifted from rough rubbing to vicious scratching. The nails of his right hand scratched at the old scars on his left forearm. He hadn’t done anything like this in a while, since before juvie, but there wasn’t anything else breakable in the small stall, and given his current state of anger and frustration, Andrew craved destruction.

It didn’t last long. The locker room door opened and a few seconds later, a tiny pill sitting on a piece of paper towel was slid underneath the stall door. A bottle of water followed a second later.

Andrew snatched the pill up in a frenzy. His sudden movement agitated the air around him, causing the paper towel to fly off to who knows where. With difficulty, Andrew swallowed the pill dry. He then reached for the water bottle and used half of it to rinse out his mouth before gulping down the rest of it. Then, he leaned back against the stall wall and closed his eyes.

The pill was already taking the edge off of his nausea. Andrew knew it wasn’t possible for the pill to be taking effect immediately. Likely, the feeling of relief was some sort of placebo, but either way, Andrew welcomed it.

Opening his eyes, Andrew cast a bored look at his exposed forearm. The skin was irritated and red, but due to his short nails, no skin had been broken. He pulled the fabric back up, covering the skin.

He’d have to tell Betsy about his mini relapse, if it could even be called that, no matter how inconsequential it was. That was annoying.

A few minutes of sitting later, a knock on the stall door almost visibly startled him.

“Andrew? Are you alive in there?”

It was Neil, the fucking mouthy shit.

It had been long enough that the pill was starting to take effect. A smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. Mania bled into his voice as he replied.

“Unfortunately for everyone save you and Kevin, I continue to live on for another day.” Andrew replied. He stood up and flushed the toilet. Neil said something else, but Andrew paid him no mind as he watched the evidence of his failures wash down the toilet.

When he opened the stall door, Neil was gone.

With his dreadful smile making its way back onto his face, Andrew reluctantly let the mania wash over him once more and walked to his locker to get changed.

He and his family had an after party to get to, after all.

#I wrote this in like half an hour at 3am #the idea came to mind when i reread the first ravens vs foxes game #there's a line that says: 'neil assumed [andrew] was puking in the bathroom.' #and i was like 'i wonder how andrew feels about everything that just happened' #and then this was born #i hope it wasn't awful to read lol #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #<- like kinda but not really. neil is only mentioned at the end lol i can't write anything aftg without at least hinting at andreil #aftg #aftg fic #aftg fanfic #aftg fanfiction #purpleshadow's fics #all for the game

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours? #also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that! #unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

[lesbianralzarek]

"life doesnt get better, you just get stronger" does NOT include ages 11-17. life does in fact just get better from there. those years are dogshit. like, you do get stronger but its mostly just a factor of not being 11-17 anymore. positive thinking helps but it doesnt fix whatevers going on at 15, you have to brute force through that one raw

#i originally posted this as just a 'hey remember how fuckin bad middle/highschool was? shit was wild' type post but now #there are a bunch of teens in the notes being like 'oh my god are you serious? it gets better? im not stuck in hell forever??' #and im reminded that the only people who told teenage ella 'it gets better' were speakers at mental health assemblies #aka the least relatable people alive who were seemingly born to lie to you #so. uh. yeah im a certified adult who isnt here to lie or sugarcoat the realities of being a teenager #the only thing more certain than the pain is the transcience

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

#talk tag #IT KILLS ME. REIGEN IS NOT MOB'S DAD. HE HAS A DAD. INGO IS NOT AKARI'S DAD. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CAN ANYONE HEAR ME #(not even necessarily to say that ingo is in his late 20s but still) #(even if he was a 30-40-50 year old no matter how old he is no fucking teenager is gonna call some guy they met as a 15 year old ''dad'') #GAI IS NOT A FATHER FIGURE TO ROCK LEE HE WAS LIKE 13 WHEN HE WAS BORN! PLEASE!!!!!!!! #one time i saw that a ​person wrote a fic where mario was like a father figure to luigi. #they are TWIN BROTHERS. #not what this about but idk where else i can say anything about this. #just horrible #also sometimes someone is just An Older Friend like no familial relationship just a friend or acquaintance who is a lot older than you

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

god i love my friends. shout out to people who love their friends. this is a post for friend lovers

#sorry i thought too hard about everything and got weirdly emotional like hgoly shit #i talk to people here every day and we know stuff about each other and shit and we exchange ideas and waaa #we're like all basically penpals but better #im realizing how revolutionary this is. like had we all been born earlier we never would have met #and even if we did we'd have to talk through letters with weeks if not months in between responses #can you imagine that #every day instead i literally wake up and my friends are there #insane #i love having friends

[plaguedocboi]

“We’re born alone and we die alone” you were born alone? Your mom wasn’t there?

Terfs and radfems get off my fucking post I am gender-fluid Thanks

#born all alone in a wet cardboard box. tragic