#ionic energy being

[deadl-ine]

Canyon the Porcupine 🌌⚡️

A few 100 hours later and his reference is finished. o(-< Full bio under the cut.

General: Canyon | 104 cm (3'5") | Porcupine | Ionic Manipulation

Bio: He and other generations of survivors live on the Space Colony ARK in a reimagining of Silver’s post-apocalyptic future. He’s no ultimate life form, but he was created on the ARK along the same vein.

He’s the cornerstone of Project Canyon, as he was designed to be especially resistant to their world’s newfound hazards in an effort to reclaim the planet. He can manipulate plasma and chaos energy—the latter being thanks to the research that was rediscovered in the ARKs archives.

Canyon’s shoes pocket small vials called chaos shells, which are repurposed chaos drives, that he can energize to varying levels of volatility with his powers.

Team Zenith: Canyon, Comet, and Vox make up the reconnaissance members of Team Zenith (speed, flight, and power respectively). He’s emboldened by his title to be a good team leader.

Personality: He's a mellow and fierce character, who takes his position very seriously--often concerned with the future of everyone on the ARK--and is very distrustful of strangers.

Likes: High-speed/high-action training and pushing his limits; reading about the old world and his predecessor, Project Shadow; occasionally goofing around with his teammates.

Dislikes: time waisting; relying too much on others; the ARK's rations i.e. astronaut food.

#sonic oc #sonic fancharacter #sth #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fan character #deadline.art #deadline.ocs #sonic #character sheet #character reference

[positivelybeastly]

X-Force #50

All right, well, we finally did it, gang. We hit the big 5-0, and it's all done. And guess what?

It's all up hill from here! Wednesday spoilers below the cut, and . . . quite a lot of rambling? If I'm honest?

So, we open up on X-Force trying to kill good Hank and Simon, because they are dumb, despite Kid Omega and Sage asserting their genius. They blow up their little gay boat of love, and our intrepid heroes get pitched into the drink.

So . . . this is . . .

Why is Simon wearing a rebreather/oxygen tank?

Dear reader, I implore you to open this link, and scroll down to Simon Williams' powers and abilities.

Immortality: Williams is functionally immortal. Because of the ionic energy that empowers him, he no longer ages and is immune to disease and infection. This same energy sustains Williams' physical vitality far more efficiently than the biochemical process that sustain ordinary human life.

Self-Sustenance As a result of his transformation he no longer requires food, sleep, water or oxygen to survive. Simon is now a fully energized entity who can sustain himself indefinitely without nourishment, easily able to live outside habitable planet orbit.

Benjamin Percy, writer; Drew Baumgartner, Assistant Editor; Mark Basso, Editor; Jordan D. White, Senior Editor.

All four of these men are incapable of Googling basic facts about a character that Marvel has owned and been using since the 1960s. Basic facts that are available if you do so much as a basic skim of the man's Wiki page.

So, why is Simon wearing a rebreather/oxygen tank? So that evil Beast can destroy it and send Simon up to the surface, and good Beast and evil Beast can talk uninterrupted. That's the only actual reason. This is laziness from both an editorial and a writing standpoint, since you could have easily just had evil Beast use some kind of gadget to achieve the same effect, but don't worry! This won't be the most egregious lack of attention to detail this issue!

Yaaaaaay . . .

"My Beast," huh, Simon?

Gay.

Also, this scene makes X-Force look fucking pathetic, because Simon could literally wipe the floor with every one of them and not break a sweat. Simon 'my fists are LITERALLY as strong as Thor's hammer' Williams has nothing to fear from fucking Omega Red. His pacifism is the only thing keeping you from looking even stupider than you already do.

Orchis attacks to give the rest of X-Force something to do. I don't care.

But we do get this funny fuckin' shit.

Tie him up?

Logan, did you forget the last time you fought Simon? Or the time before that?

Anyway, the Beasts talk. It's not a particularly interesting conversation, for the most part.

God, this plan is just so fucking stupid.

But.

There is one moment that actually kinda works.

It's really funny to me that two of the worst Beast writers of all time, Brian Michael Bendis and Benjamin Percy, both managed to grok this essential fact - Hank McCoy loved being this version of Hank McCoy.

He was happy.

He was comfortable.

He was loved.

Feline Hank, as much as I love him, as much as he's my favourite iteration of the character, was never happy in his skin. How could he be? It wasn't something he chose, it was forced upon him. To save his life.

Well, what if he didn't want to be saved? What if he felt his life was so miserable that he might've thought, perhaps I should just let it all end?

He had moments, sure. But he never really escaped this feeling. This fear, this anxiety, this trauma, this pain. He carried it with him for the rest of his life. Just constant trauma, death, misery, regret, mistakes, chances not taken, failures.

But he would never be the same again. It's funny. He's the version I love most, but he's the version of Hank who could never love himself.

Which . . . is partly why it bugs me when people say Hank has internalised mutantphobia. Like, he kinda does, but I honestly don't really feel like it's quite that simple. He's comfortable in his simian form, he loves it, he only very occasionally angsts about it, he is happy. It's when he turns feline that he hates his mutant 'gift,' because now he has to worry about what might come next.

This is not the same as, I hate my mutant powers because they make my life inconvenient, because it means people hate and fear me. He can deal with that. He's been dealing with that since he was seventeen and nearly beaten to death by an angry mob for saving a child.

This is, I hate my mutant powers because they are turning me into something less than human or mutant. Because I am a danger. Because I am in danger.

And his fears are validated. He nearly kills Blindfold and Armour. He eats Logan's leg, tastes human flesh. He spends the last seven issues of Whedon's Astonishing X-Men with the taste of human skin and meat on his lips. How the fuck is he meant to be happy like this?

Anyway, back to X-Force. The two Beasts fight. Orchis shit happens.

Fuck off, Logan. Stop acting like you're at all relevant to proceedings.

Gay.

"X-Force ain't the ones you root for. But we get the dirty jobs done."

You didn't fucking do anything.

Hank and Simon could have fixed this entire mess without you. The only reason you were fighting a Sentinel was because you drew it to your location with your jet, firing at a gay little blue man and his fruity ionic boyfriend! You didn't contribute anything!

And then, as if to cap it all off . . .

What a self-aggrandising load of wank.

Hey, what was Colossus' plot arc through this series?

He spent 5 years being mind controlled and killed his girlfriend.

What was Domino's plot arc through this series?

Well, she got hurt a lot. There was that one time she got skinned. That was fun.

What was Laura Kinney's plot arc through this series?

There were entire issues where she didn't speak a fucking word.

You had.

50.

ISSUES.

And this is the best you could come up with?

"The plan was always for the war without to lead to the war within these two characters."

Is that why Wonder Man was more important to the climax of your book than Logan?

Go step on a fucking Lego, Ben.

This was allegedly a run all about black ops wetwork, the sacrifice of your soul to the harsh work that protecting your country requires, the inexorable slide towards moral degradation that comes from compromise.

It ended with a blue man in a stupid plant suit sacrificing himself to save a D-list actor from a bomb that would have crushed Mars into a pocket dimension, all so that his clone can go and become roommates with said D-list actor.

Ben Percy, of all the writers the X-office has welcomed into its midst, you were certainly one of them.

I just . . . this was what was worth jettisoning 40 years of Hank McCoy's personal history for? This cockamamie bullshit? This excuse for you to whip your dick out and pretend you're Larry Hama, when you can barely measure up to Chuck Austen?

Also, Jonathan Hickman, you're kind of on my shitlist for this, too. You may write a halfway decent comic book every now and then - and make no mistake, they're mostly halfway decent, I think he scrapes greatness with his ideas, but his execution is. Dry.

But that's better than his eye for talent, clearly.

I hate being negative. I feel guilty every time. I don't enjoy it. I hate to dwell. I hate to spiral. I hate to obsess over things.

But X-Force is just . . .

X-Force was, just shit. I will go to my grave telling anyone who'll listen that it's not worth reading.

"It'll read better in trades!" No, it won't.

"It has such a good team!" If you burn a pie made of good ingredients, you still have a burnt pie to eat.

"The art is so good!" And if you put sprinkles in a toilet bowl, it's still a toilet. It just looks prettier now.

Oh, and just in case anyone from Marvel ever reads this - they won't, they only hang around on Twitter so people can jerk off about the panels they write explicitly to be shared by the X-stans - I've pirated every comic I've read in the last 10 years. Every issue of X-Force? Pirated. All these caps? Pirated. Every time someone asks me where to read comics, what to read? Pirate links.

I didn't pay a dime for this series. I still feel like I got ripped off.

I almost can't believe it's over . . . what am I going to do with my life now that I don't have X-Force to complain about?

Oh, yeah. I can just read good comics. Nearly forgot about that.

But hey. That leads me to . . . I don't know, I guess, the end of an era.

Because Hank didn't get his memories back. Maybe he will in the future, but I don't have faith that there's anyone at Marvel that feels this strongly about Beast, so I doubt it. I need to write this down, anyway, for the catharsis. It'll help me say goodbye.

Rest in peace, Hank McCoy, 1985-2018.

You were the Beast I fell in love with. You were the man who taught me to be gentle when the world was unkind. You were the man who taught me that sometimes you don't have to love the body you're in, you just have to want to keep on going, because it can get better. There's always that chance. You were the man who led me to my boyfriend of 12 years, who I love more dearly than anything else on the planet. You were my friend when I didn't have many, and you've helped me make a lot of friends I quite appreciate. People I'm proud to know.

You're gone now. A lot of people aren't going to mourn you. They don't appreciate what was lost. But that's okay. I'll tell anyone who'll listen how brilliant you were. I'll try not to hold it against the version of you I'm left with, that he isn't you. He was you once. He could be like you again. Maybe better. I'd like that. I hope that's the case.

I'll keep writing you. I honestly don't think I could ever stop.

I'll try my best not to be sad that you're gone.

I'll try my best to instead be simply glad that you happened.

I'll give the past its due.

Which is all you can do, in the end, for the dead and for the past.

Well.

That, and live.

#outofmuffins #hank mccoy #wednesday spoilers #blood tw

[em-nikolaev]

A Few Study Tips For Back To School Season

Let's just ignore that I'm procrastinating my studies to write this, but I hope you find this helpful!

Funny little songs! Making up little songs can be a great way to remember specific terms and formulas, you can either make your own up or use that one song that's been stuck in your head for the past week and make some lyrical flashcards

Desk! Desk! Desk! So, if you're anything like me, you may have a desk at home, but in class you have to move around a lot, so how I remember things is I write important dates on the back of my hand, and when I get home to my study area, I put any important dates/tasks on sticky notes and stick them on my desk with the goal of clearing the sticky note clutter by violently ripping each of the notes off when I've completed a task

The Sound of Silence! If you're studying a subject that requires language of any kind (So basically anything but equations) try to listen to instrumental music, as your brain will be less busy trying to understand the lyrics and more focused on work (I hate to say it, but I really struggle to implement this one, but when I do my productivity goes through the roof) Some playlist suggestions: Debussy, Sleeping Jazz, Fauré, and Schubert (I'm related to him, so I'm a little biased on this one)

Make it a story! This is a great way to remember systems, but make anything a story, sneek details into the plot of your study story, as an example, let's say I'm studying chemical bonds and how they work, Ionic are iconic because the more électronégative take what they deserve, quite girlboss of them.

DRINK WATER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!!!! I cannot stress this enough, DRINK WATER!!! Put a little lemon in it, do whatever you need to do, but please drink water, I know this is quite anecdotal, but I used to go without drinking water all day, and I never had the energy to study or do anything fun when I came home, resulting in my grades slipping, but after drinking water and taking care of my bodily needs I really felt on top of it, I don't know who needs to hear this, but being a student doesn't mean you have to suffer, it doesn't mean you have to live a monastic lifestyle, you can take care of yourself and be a successful student all at the same time, it doesn't always feel like it but YOU CAN!

#studyblr #language study #student #study motivation #studyspo #student life #studying #university #working #school #school tips #grades #high school #college

[love4heejayke]

SYNOPSIS: Born from the full moon's light, Y/N is sent by her witch aunt on a secret mission to Decilis Academy, the purpose of which is to investigate the source of the obscure energy that hovers under the Silver Millennium. However, when she saves her roomate Sooha from the attack of dark creatures with the power to fortify themselves from the energy of nightmares and discovers her secret identity, she promises not to tell her friends, but everything changes once she falls for Lee Heli, one of Decelis' star students and posibily, her past life's lover.

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2 - the new student who wants to learn (2)

Located in the Silver Palace's center is the Crystal Tower, accessible only to the royal family and allies. Erected during the reign of Queen Artemis in the 14th year post-Fall of the Moon reign. This tower was built by its allied architects with elements inspired by the Gothic and Greco-Roman architecture of humans, with its sky blue vaulted ceiling, silver arches on the ceiling, with a silver crescent moon on top, as well as white marble Ionic pillars on the sides. lower corners, with symmetrical curved ornaments on the capital, to symbolize the divine perfection which the royal matriarchy rules over its subjects. To protect the Silver Millennium from Solari invasions and attacks by beings carrying dark magic and their subjects worship the Silver Sister - celestial entity that sustains the official religion of the kingdom and veiled protector of the night, Lunari matriarchs erected 3 blocks of the Legendary Silver Crystal in the center, thus forming the Chamber of Prayers, the sacred place for the royalty and followers of the Lunari religion to perform rituals and prayers of prayers for the protection of the kingdom, and with 3 generations of Silver Millennial royalty now assembled, everyone was ready to to start.

With the white and blue magic dusts, taken from small white bags on their waists, Hecate and Selene drew a circle on the ground and a half moon facing upwards, symbolizing the 2 strongest tribes of the lunar matriarchy and the pillars that support them: The blue half moon at the top designed by Selene, symbolizes os Coronas Plateadas and its Force, which its followers swear to use its abilities in favor of the defense of the individual and the collective, and the white circle in the center that Hecate drew, the Lunarosa and the Spirit, inviting those who chose to shelter in this tribe, directed it their visions beyond the material plane and enjoy only good virtues in life, so that the individual may be worthy of reincarnation. Finally, the mother poured a silvery dust into her daughter's hands to sprinkle over Avys. Dalia bit her bottom lip and hesitated for a while, causing Selene to shoot her a sneer. She had just been reborn in the body of a stranger, who had no bonds to the Lunar Realm, so she feared that if she tried, the ritual would fail, and the thread of life force that still keeps him alive might snap due to guilt. aware of this, Selene used her daughter's internal conflict and mentally warned:

I hope you know what you're doing, my precious jewel, or else you'll have to say farewell to your little friend long before his time.

Although she felt scared by the psychological pressure that her mother put on her, she was sure that behind that divine body and soul, she keeps a human heart, which beats strongly for the appreciation of having him as her friend, and a mind that is proud of the good and bad memories she built with him and how each one of them was crucial for her to reach this moment, so she sighed and threw the silver powder on the top of her head, her mother with her magic summoned light currents of wind to spread it around. it all over your body. With almost everything prepared, the druid puts his friend on his knees in the middle of the circle and with a little of his greenish mana, he makes a cut in the fabric of his feathered blouse on the back, leaving the scars of his wounded wings exposed.  Even unconscious, his hands were still trembling slightly, so he laced his fingers through theirs, not just as part of the rite, but to convey a little calm through his touch, and that was working decently well, as that was enough for Avys stood completely still, but with her shoulders relaxed. Hand in hand and eyes closed, the quartet began the sacred healing rite with the Silver Sister's Healing Chant.

"Viken, Daughter, repeat after us." asked the Corona Plateadas' Mother-Moon

Heil, Silver Sister, Veiled Protector of the Supernatural, Noble Righteous of your life forces.

Heal this heart hurt by darkness and by its light be guided.

Bless it with your glorious radiance and embrace it with your merciful heart.

With the first verses of the prayer, the magic powders that were sprinkled on Avys, began to glow on his skin and slowly evaporate, causing him to float with his legs, arms and knees outstretched and slowly twirl in the air like a ballerina in a music box. The flow of green, light and dark blue and silver manas that came out of the hands of her summoners, completely enveloped her body in a spiral from bottom to top, allowing her to awaken from Hecate's euthanasia. The ornite opened its eyes and mouth wide open, surprising itself with the spectrum of mana involving it from bottom to top and transforming itself into a colorful rosebud shape. A remnant of that specter penetrated his body and destroyed the fragment of darkness trapped in it and accelerated the healing of the wound, at the end of the rite, the bud opened like a rose, along with its restored wings, causing petals of different colors to fall. donate. With a light flap of his wings, he controlled the speed of his fall and landed safely, bending his left knee forward and placing both hands on the ground.

Surprised to see him completely healed, the platinum princess runs to him to hug him, her angelic face flooded with tears of concern. Avys's heart lost its rhythm for a moment, but he wrapped his arms around her back, closing his eyes and letting the warmth of her embrace comfort him, but he disappeared after the princess left his arms and noticed the downcast look. from Hecate to them. They both sighed, but he nodded, allowing the newly reincarnated Moon's daughter to comfort her witch aunt.

"Aunt Hécate, are you alright?"

"So-so. Watching you alive, doing our rituals, reminded me of our old times."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we had a third moon in our cort, our little sister." the priestess smiled in a corner

"Priestess, do you know where she is now?"

"I have no idea." Hecate sighed deeply "All I know is that she lost her way home and never returned. Every night I pray that our beloved Silver Sister would guide her back to us, that we will be a family together again.  Our grandmother Diana, Selene, you and her."

Like the Spirited Moon, Lunarosians always seek Hecate's blessing in their routine, so she feels obligated not to show herself vulnerable in front of her subjects, but not with Nyx. Even with the rules of etiquette and the rigorous training enforced by the Mockery of the Moon, Nyx was the only faerie with whom Hecate brought her comfort. From her youthful attitude, the games the three sisters played together in the kingdom, to the tricks she invited her to play on the guards with her illusory magic, the two entertained each other and never tired of their company. But when the Psychic Moon sneaked out of the palace on a New Moon night, she was almost lost to find her, but the moment she embraced her, Hecate felt that her dear sister had not returned as the youngest she used to love.  She returned cold, reserved and violent, abusing the subjects of the kingdom and despising the legacy of the old Moon Mothers, so in order not to scare away the new subjects and ensure their safety, Selene and she agreed to never speak about her renegade sister again and erase all records of her and her deeds from the Royal Archives, a decision Spirit Moon regrets to this day.

Impatient with her daughter's delay, the Righteous Moon interrupted their conversation with a clearing of her throat.

"May I interrupt, sister? My daughter and I have a lot to talk about." 

"Yes, Selene" the half sister sighed.

"So that was it?" Avys questioned

"Yes, but Selene and I have a really bad fight. Somehow she doesn't wants me to talk about…" Y/N gulped "her."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know Avys!' she sighed. "If she was such an important Lunari at court, and most importantly, related to my past life, I have the right to know about her. That's the only way I can prevent anything from my world from tormenting them in yours."

The young fairy got up and started to walk in search of more shelves in that cubicle, but was stopped by the ornite, who caught her by the wrist.

"Y/N wait!" Avys fixed her with a passionate gaze. "You belong to that world too! I can't live in it without you!"

"Then learn to live in it from now on, because I don't belong there anymore."

A/N: theory hours are now open, kids, feel free to comment them!

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen smau #enhypen social media au #dark moon: obsidian #dark moon #decelisacademy #decelis academy #heeseung fanfic #enhypen heeseung #heeseung fluff #heeseung smau #heeseung social media au #fantasy #heeseung au #enhypen fluff

[asheanon]

(This was too long for a comment, so I just wanted to make a post about it. I think it is interesting enough to make a post about, though, to be fair!)

@xkuja Ethereals and your interpretations of Kuja, Terran things and whatnot may have something in common with the whole petrichor/ozone scent deal!

I imagine that scent being pretty darn potent whenever Ethereals do their radiance thing (like Kuja in his trance form.) Especially since they're very ionic/electrical. Even little instances of their abilities could give off hints of that scent too (just as you mentioned with magic and its spark, dark matter, etc.) Etherealism would absolutely be another source of it, no doubt.

I don't really talk about any other sensory things beyond touch/feeling with Ethereals as that's mostly how they operate, but, just as well, I could see the petrichor/ozone smell being a comfort to Ethereals who have a corporeal form with olfactory senses - even if they're at odds with the whole Ethereal thing. I think it's just enough of like - an inherent, instinctive thing that triggers a reaction whenever they smell it. Heck, it may even be a bit predatory too, knowing them and how they feed off of energy. Uh oh... it's like a carnivore smelling blood - or a human smelling freshly baked cookies!

So, like, for Sal, even though she might be at odds with her own Etherealism in a lot of ways, I could still see that scent having a mostly positive effect on her. Plus, she's one of those rainy/stormy weather enjoyers anyway, so...

ALSO, speaking of Sal, I can see why Sal might be fascinating to Kuja in that department too. Hahaha! Freaking A, now you have me thinking that - whenever she spooks around, it's not only something that can be kind of seen and felt, but also smelled! (Same for Chaku, by the way, whenever he may make an appearance. That little guy can also spook around a bit!) 🐈⚡

#Terran magic and Etherealism are different things #at the end of the day #but I do think it's neat #that they share the whole petrichor/ozone similarity~ #(neat enough to write a baby tangent over) #anyway #thanks for inspiring a baby tangent #xkuja #hahaha!

[doubtingthomasin]

kinktober: hellcheer edition

prompt 19: brat tamer eddie word count: 1.9k

holy shit this might be my favorite one so far i

MINORS DNI

@viharker

Eddie loves everything about Chrissy. He loves her soft hair, her fragile smile, the way her laugh sounds like a symphony he never wants to forget. He loves her wit, her kindness, her big doe eyes, how she gets embarrassed if she even so much as burps in front of him. ("Ooh, good one!" "Ugh, no, Eddie.")

He loves her excitement over finishing a hard assignment or finally mastering a difficult D&D concept, and the way she melts like putty in his hands when they mess around. He repeats this list in his head because at the moment, he's trying not to be angry.

Because at the moment, they’re studying for finals.

And of course it’s content from Ms. O’Donnell’s class that’s tripping him up, as if they haven’t been over this several times before. But it’s the huffing that’s getting to him, the little burst of air as she loses more patience, and he knows she’s stressed but come on. Eventually he gets up to pace, trying to remember the difference between electrons and protons and covalent bonds and all that shit, shaking his head because it’s just not sticking. He stops, hazards a guess.

After a long pause. “Ionic.”

She flips the flash card over. “Yep.” It’s the biggest smile he’s seen on her face all day. “See, I knew you–Eddie, where are you going?”

He’s halfway down the hallway as she asks, and his hands are shaking with nervous energy from being idle too long. He grabs his acoustic off the stand, already feeling calmer with the first strummed chord as he returns to the living room. “Eddie?”

“What? Keep going without me.”

“We have, like, twenty more flashcards to cover.”

“I think I’ve got it.”

“You think?” She’s up from the table, taking a few steps closer. “Eddie, this is your last chance. Then you have to take the GED if you fail.”

“It’s probably easier than this,” he chuckles wryly, starting in on the first chords of War Pigs as he lands on the couch.

She could spend the next ten minutes trying uselessly to convince him otherwise, or she could use that time to study for herself. She chooses the latter. He hoped she would, but not with a huff. He shakes it off, continuing the song.

It’s been a while, and he’s lost track of time, but it’s at least the third song he’s played when her hands slap the table. She says nothing, simply gathers all her papers and notes and goes to his room, somehow perfectly shutting the door hard but not hard enough to call it a slam. He realizes that’s probably a product of her upbringing, and yet his hands still tremble.

Eddie tries to keep playing, to just let her do what she needs to, but it’s nagging him like a mosquito because she knows. She knows she can talk to him about anything, and she’s choosing not to. He knows that for sure because he asked her what was wrong on about the first ten huffs. He considers bringing the guitar, but if she huffs one more time, and especially about music…

He knocks on the door, standing outside for a second before remembering, Jesus Christ, it’s his house. Opening the door slowly, he sees her lying the length of his bed, fingers pressed into her temples.

“Need anything?” Huff. “What is that?!”

She looks up at him, slightly startled by the increase in volume, and it wasn’t a yell but it was somewhere close. “What’s what?”

He imitates the huff. “That!”

“I…I’m trying to concentrate, Eddie.”

He lowers his voice, swallowing before he replies. “You were the one who wanted to come over.”

“Because I thought you were still taking all this seriously.”

“I am but, Chrissy, you’ve been at this for three hours straight. That can’t be healthy.”

She sits up, anxiety creasing her forehead. “You don’t understand, I have to pass.”

“Have you ever even come close to failing before?”

“No, but–”

“Exactly! You need a break!”

She growls as she turns back to her books, thinking of how this is exactly why she doesn’t study at friends’ houses. “Don’t tell me what to do, Eddie.”

He makes a few non-rude hand gestures to calm himself, before steepling them in front of his nose. Apparently, it’s one of those days where he’s willing to gamble with his very life. “Chrissy…who’s the master here?”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh, my God, that’s only when we’re in bed.”

He has to work to keep from laughing. “And where are you laying now?”

She gives him a withering look, grabbing the pile of flashcards and standing to walk past him out of the room. He doesn’t move. She tries to go around him and he blocks her. “Eddie, seriously?”

Her face gets redder as his smile gets wider and he knows he’s got her. She starts pushing on his chest, grunting with frustration. “Ah-ha!” She drops to the floor quickly, thinking she can crawl between his legs. It’s exactly what he wanted.

He sinks to his knees, pinning her waist to the floor with his hands and she yelps. “What are you doing?!”

“You’ve been misbehaving all day, and I’ve had just about enough of it, Chrissy,” he says mischievously, rubbing one hand over her ass.

“Are you serious right now?” she repeats with a gasp.

“You know the word.”

“Oh, for fu–at least let me up off the carpet.” She’s wriggling in his hands and he’s already getting hard.

“I’m afraid I’m gonna have to punish you first.”

Her pussy clenches a little as his hand dips below the waistband of her shorts, pushing them down to the tops of her thighs. “Eddie,” she whines.

“It’s too late for that, I’m afraid,” he says dramatically, and she sees the shadow of his arm as he rears back. “The hand is your only absolution.”

Her eyes widen. “I’m pretty sure that’s blasphem–oh!” His hand comes down with a crack across one butt cheek, following closely with the other, rubbing the supple pink skin. The shockwaves go directly to her clit, and she can’t hide the groans and pants as he continues. “You’re a damn sadist, you know that?”

“I’m the sadist?” he asks, shifting so he can turn her over on her back. “You’re the one being bratty in such tiny shorts, sweetheart.” He holds out a hand, and she chuckles and shakes her head as she accepts it. But instead of helping her up, he dives for her waist, snatching her off the floor and over his shoulder.

“Oh, my God!” she yells, slapping at his back as he lets loose a goofy evil laugh. “Put me down, you barbarian!”

“Ooh, haven’t heard that one in a while!” He tosses her onto the clear side of the bed, tongue half sticking out as he smiles, removing his shirt.

“You’re incorrigible,” she breathes as he settles over her.

His brow furrows. “Damn, all these big words, when did we move on from science to english, missy?” She laughs as he kisses her, breaking contact only when he’s got a fistful of her hair to tug on, exposing her neck to his lips.

“Eddie, I really have to study.”

“Nope, this is break time.” Her eyes cross a little as he rolls his groin into hers, rubbing at her clit. “Wanna make you feel good first.”

“I thought I was being punished,” she counters somewhat mockingly, so he tugs harder to make her squeal.

“You are, just give me a minute, Christ,” he groans, and she laughs. “Oh, you’re laughing at me now? When will you learn?”

She shrugs, pulling her shirt up. “Guess you’re just not being rough enough.”

He helps her remove it, kneads her breasts in his hands before slapping one. She slaps his arm with an offended scoff, instantly gasping at that fatal mistake. His face is blank but his eyes dance as he side-eyes her, narrowing them when she giggles. “Oops.”

“Okay, that’s it,” he says simply, grabbing both wrists and pinning them above her head with one hand. And yet, she’s still laughing. “Chrissy, seriously, what the fuck has gotten into you today?”

She can tell he’s actually annoyed, but she can’t stop laughing. “I don’t know, I guess nothing matters. I mean, if I don’t pass, I’m dead. My future’s over and who knows what my mom will do because I’ve never failed before. And if you don’t pass, we don’t get to graduate together and you’ll be stuck even longer in this town and I know you hate it here, and if you fail it’ll be my fault. So it’s like…nothing matters until those tests are over.”

By the end, no one’s laughing. Her words trail off at the serious expression on his face, and she looks off to the side but he grabs her chin, so she closes her eyes.

“You know none of that’s true, right?" he asks softly. "Hey.” She opens her eyes with a sigh, her stomach flipping as he tucks her hair behind her ear. “Chrissy, I’ve always had trouble with school, and you’re not the first person to try and help me.” He pauses. “You have been the most successful though.” His smile makes the corners of her lips turn up, but there’s still a tinge of sadness. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine no matter what. And you? You’re not gonna fail, baby.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because if you don’t have the contents of those books fucking memorized after today, I’ll be amazed,” he says, ending on a laugh as she chuckles. She leans into his touch as he caresses her cheek. “Everything will turn out. Okay?”

She nods. “Okay.”

“And if your mom tries anything, you know you’re always welcome to stay here.” He leans up, her chest aching at the loss of contact as he grabs his shirt. He’s about to say more until he notices her dainty fingers on his belt buckle, looks up to see the longing in her eyes.

“Aren’t you gonna finish me off?”

Her little voice goes straight to his dick and he dives back down to her, claiming her mouth as they work to remove her shorts. They’re still kissing as he shoves his jeans and boxers down, rolls on the condom, and she lines him up herself as he sinks inside her. She gasps at the small pinch of pain and he lets her adjust, pressing her down into the mattress to lay flat.

He fucks her thoroughly, and she moans loudly as he rolls his hips again until she comes, wailing. He turns her on her side, slides back in as if his life depends on it, her hand resting over his on her hip as he pounds her. Her toes curl as he pulls out again, pulling her to her hands and knees and taking her from behind.

He holds her by her arms for a bit but it’s not enough, pulling her up off the mattress, one hand tweaking a nipple as the other rubs her clit and she whimpers his name. “I know, babygirl, I know. One more.”

She comes clenching around him, and he lowers her hips as he keeps going. He works her on his cock, pulling her back to meet each thrust as they both scream. They fall to the mattress as he climaxes, pressing into her as she milks him, making him whine as he kisses between her shoulder blades.

Once he’s recovered, Eddie gets up and walks to the bedroom door, her confusion replaced with laughter as he returns with the flashcards she dropped there. He lays behind her as they review them, Chrissy relaxing into the curve of his body.

Like putty in his hands.

#my most ridiculous yeah boi ever #fucking. goofball. #c h r i s t #idk one day i end it with a bite and the next i end it with tooth-rotting sweetness #i'm wild! i'm on the edge! idkwtfid! #but i'm doing it anyway lmao #eddissy #hellcheer #hellcheer kinktober #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #evan's writing

[scarlet--wiccan]

What do you think about Wanda and Simon's relationship?

I hate to say it, but I'm not a fan.

I realize that, in the world of superhero comics, dating your estranged husband's pseudo-brother is not that weird, but there are further dimensions to Simon and Vision's connection that makes this little love triangle really uncomfortable for me.

My real problem with their relationship is Simon's behavior in Avengers West Coast, after Vision gets dismantled and loses his personality/emotions. That part of Vision's AI was programmed using a scan of Simon's brainwaves, hence, their relationship as "brothers." Simon refuses to allow himself to be scanned again because he is, selfishly, too caught up in his own feeling for Wanda to help her save her husband and the father of her children. With Vision effectively out of the picture, Simon feels like he may have a chance with Wanda.

He deserved that, imho.

We see this again, in the 90s, when Vision becomes disembodied and everyone believes he's still emotionless-- although it turns out that's not quite the case. Wanda and Simon carry out their relationship in front him, and Vision refrains from revealing that he has recovered his emotionality because he believes Wanda will be happier without him. Once again, Vision being incapacitated is presented as an opportunity to Simon to take his place as Wanda's lover, directly at Vision's expense.

So, in retrospect, it all feels kinda gross, and Simon is particularly hard to forgive for his part in it. And, to be honest, I find their romantic relationship in the Busiek run kind of shallow. It's very apparent, to me, how little they have in common and how poorly Simon understands the deeper, more difficult parts of Wanda's life. They've got chemistry, but I can't see them as partners.

Having said all of that, I do really, really like the arc where Wanda "resurrects" Simon by using her chaos to reconstitute his body and mind from his scattered ionic energy. Coupled with the Morgan Le Fay arc, it was really exciting way to redefine and expand chaos magic as Wanda's main power, and it spoke to Wanda's emotional strength and her capacity for deep love and compassion, which I think are defining aspects of her character. And I think that, because they shared such a deep connection in that moment, they'll always have a close bond. Y'all already know I love the end of Zub's Uncanny Avengers, but I think that book left them in a perfect place while also showing that she's really outgrown him, and their relationship just wouldn't suit her needs.

#simon williams #wonder man

[hulk-vs-superman]

A Couple of Very Strong Superheroes

Out of all the possible superpowers, for some reason, strength rates the highest among comic-book lovers. There’s something primal and surreal about great strength; perhaps it has some relationship to the animals we admire in the world.

There’s the gorilla; which is stronger than seven men. The African lion, which combines fearlessness with mind-boggling strength and power in taking down 4,000 pound giraffes and 1,500 pound cape buffalo.

Our admiration and awe for muscle-work translates easily into the comic book universe; where supreme beings such as DC’s Superman and Marvel’s Hulk are adored by millions of fans. Great strength is an attribute shared – to various degrees – by almost every superhero; because not much can get done if you cannot knock a super-strong enemy through a plate-glass window. With that said, what follows are two of the strongest heroes out there:

1.Wonder Woman – Princess of Themyscira

Also known as Princess Diana, Wonder Woman is basically a female Superman clone in female undergarments. Extremely strong, she is an Amazonian warrior that resides on a sexist island called Themyscira, where only females roam. Although accounts of her great strength vary even among official documents, she’s generally depicted as having about 75% of Superman’s baseline strength at her maximum.

This means she can knock plenty of super-dudes through structures of almost any hardness. Fierce and unyielding, she embodies an indomitable warrior spirit. Her Lasso of Truth is an unbreakable rope that compels anyone it binds to answer truthfully whatever questions Wonder Woman poses.

Wonder Woman is strong enough to form a part of the Trinity – a collection of DC’s most important heroes. Superman and the combative genius Batman form the other two members.

2.Wonder Man

A rather unconventional super-being, in that he started out as actor Simon Williams, became a hero by saving the Avengers, and switched to a villain because he felt the Avengers had done more harm than good. He is a being of pure ionic energy, and has sustained strikes from the likes of the adamantium-imbued Wolverine without his invulnerable chassis rendering a scratch.

He is really quite powerful and may actually be the strongest of the Avengers – unless Hulk makes an appearance. Even so, Simon Williams has shown to be a match for the Green Scar. With Class 100 strength, he ranks right up there with the very strongest metahumans in both Marvel and DC.

As for the Standard, himself (DC Comics’ Superman), a comparison shows that Wonder Man is extremely strong and resilient, and could probably go toe-to-toe with a restrained Clark for a little while. I just don’t see him being able to withstand Doomsday – which means that Superman would, in short order, get the best of Simon Williams.

#superman #wonder woman #wonder man #superhero #strength feats in comics #dc trinity #batman #diana prince #dc comics #dc heroes #marvel heroes #strongest heroes

[codenamehazard]

.:Ruffled Feathers:.

Chapter 11: Ruffled Feathers

Hey guys! This one was a trip to write, lots of redos and rewrites, but I think the end result is well worth trying to figure out where all the kinks in this hose were and fix them.

A big thank you goes out to @rogueshadeaux as always for her help! It means a lot to me and you deserve every bit of praise for your help, kindness and encouragement!

Without delay, let's jump in!

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The sun is setting over the horizon as the jeep roars over the dust and dirt. Pangolin flooring the gas as we escape the now collapsing hell-mine and Kestrel laying back and covering her eyes with her arm. My head’s still throbbing from the botched Ionic Drain and the rough ride did nothing to alleviate it. Going at such high speeds made rocks and bumps feel like we were going over the surface of the goddamn Moon. I press my head into the back of the seat in pain, hoping the pressure will ease it some.

I think back to those… Things. Their broken bodies with swollen backs, their tainted energy that sickened me when I drain them. What were those things and more importantly, why the hell did none of the Misfits give me a straight answer on what they were? Especially since they were as big of a nightmare as they claimed to be? It made no sense, especially with Kestrel being a vague bitch. She of all of them should have been the one giving it to me straight. Another bump causes the seat to jolt up into my forehead, I curse in pain and hold my head as the impact worsens my headache.

I feel a sudden lurch as Pangolin stops by a long since abandoned gas-station and parks. I look up at him with a questioning look. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Kestrel sit up and give him the same questioning look I have.

“Why the hell did we stop?” I question with a bit of bite in my voice.

“We’ve lost a lot of daylight, guys.” He states. “I know you two are eager to sleep in the Conclave, but the hordes become really active at night and the nights are very dark. We need to camp out.” I groan in frustration. I wanted to get back to Droptown and get my gun made, but with that logic, I can’t argue. I don’t wanna go another round with those things, at least not right now. I let out an annoyed sigh through my nose, but I didn’t say anything. I watch the bitchy bird flop back into her seat and groan, but she seems to have the same sentiments as I.

With everyone seeming to be on the same page. I hop out and stretch my legs while Kestrel and Pangolin unload some tents, bedrolls and firewood.

The tents and bedrolls were distributed and I head off to set up mine. The air is thick with tension between the bird and I, she would shoot me seething glares and growl under her breath and I would just roll my eyes. Tch, what a bitch. I don’t care how much she hates me, she better get over herself in a hurry because I ain’t gonna let her out of my sight once she starts working on my weapon. Just to make sure she doesn’t screw me over like she tried to do in the mines.

After setting up my tent, I look to see Pangolin finishing up his. I head over so I can talk to him. I need to get my Amp back from him and to ask him a few questions about… Whatever the hell those things were. With a quick chat, we head back to the jeep with me giving him the pickaxe. Once there, he puts the mining tool in the trunk and hands over my treasured Amp. I look it over with a critical eye and to my satisfaction (and a hint of relief), no harm has come to it. At least I know there’s another person in that motley crew I can somewhat trust.

I nod to him and give him a quiet “Thanks” before we get back to talking again. Nothing important really, just shooting the shit until I can squeeze the question I really want to ask.

“Pangolin, those things in the mines. What were they?” With that question, Pango looks at me questioningly. I wasn’t gonna ask Kestrel because I know sure as shit she won’t tell me anything useful.

“Wait, you mean Kestrel didn’t tell you?” Pangolin questioned in kind, looking shocked.

“I wouldn’t be asking if she did. Only thing she told me is that whatever they were, they were dangerous and that was it.” That answer makes the Brick Spartan facepalm.

“Ooooh Kestrel… What am I going to do with you.” Pangolin mutters in the tone a disappointed older brother would take when talking about the latest stunt the younger sibling pulled. “Those things are essentially zombies made real. We call them “The Warped.” Nasty fuckers, they are.”

No shit; they’re zombies. I thought to myself before I nod my head at him. “Figured as much, but what exactly are they?” I ask.

“They used to be Conduits.” Pangolin sighs with sadness and… A touch of grief? Hmm… Must be some history there, but now’s not the time to ask. “There are a few ways that a Warped can come to be, but typically it’s from exposure to a newly discovered metal. The shit fucks up your powers, practically turns them into a cancer where they just eat your body from the inside out. If the corruption doesn’t kill ‘em, they become those things. The ones you fought? They’re typically called “Shamblers” or “Husks.” Barely alive and starving, so desperate to eat anything with any kind of energy that they’ll even eat raw Rayacite just to stay alive.”

I frown at this. A metal that can warp a Conduit’s powers so bad that it’ll parasitize the user? God, that sounds like Bertrand’s wet dream. Something that not only turns Conduits into…. That… But also has a chance to kill them to boot? Jesus Christ. Then there’s the fact that those I fought are literally eating rocks and metal just to cling to whatever life is left in their bodies.

“Husks have lost their ability to use their powers at all and are very weak and frail.” Pangolin continues. “However, they make up for this in ferocity, hunger and numbers. Many a scav have become Warped food because they underestimated them.”

Normally I would have taken that as a pointed comment, but with the matter-of-fact way he stated that nugget of information gives me the impression he is just laying out the facts and nothing more.

“Jesus Christ.” Is all I can utter as I process the information. With one question asked, Ten more have popped up in its place. He said they’re a few ways that those Warped things come to be, what were they? Is this contagious? Are humans affected? So many questions.

“Yeah, and it doesn’t help that they’re attra-”

“They’re attracted to RFE.” I turn my head sharply to see Kestrel walking over after loudly butting in. Her face curled in irritation and eyes glowing hot. “You know? The same kind of energy that Conduits naturally produce when using their powers? The same kind of energy you just slung around like a goddamn free-for-all that basically rang the dinner bell for every single Warped inside that damn warren?? Oh! And to add onto that, I don’t know what the fuck you did, but they were going extra crazy on your ass!!” Her voice drips with venom and I curl my lips into a teeth-baring snarl. Oh so the bitch wants to get her ass kicked, huh?

“HAH!!” She exclaims as she gets right into my face, baring her hyena teeth at me. “Like you would have believed me! Me! The bitch you have the biggest hate-boner for that you don’t trust to boot!” She snarls before walking back and starts dancing around like an utter child. 

“Tch!” I scoff loudly, sparking my arms up in irritation and readying myself for a fight. “Maybe if a certain feather-brained dumbass girl wasn’t being so fucking cryptic and actually told me what these things are, then maybe; juuuuuuust maybe… I would have taken your creepy ass warning more seriously!” I snap at her, a growl tinging my voice as I stare the bird-bitch down, but she doesn’t back down.

“Oh, don’t you be using your powers in these mines, mister! There’s spooky scary zombies that want to turn you into a goddamn power-filled human juice pouch!!” The absolutely infuriating child of a woman chides in a mocking tone as she continues to dance around like an idiot before getting in my face again. I growl deeply as the sparks popping off of my arms grow more intense. As much as I hate to admit it, she is right. I wouldn’t have believed her, but I wouldn’t dare say anything. Right now, her dumb ass is making my headache even worse and I just want to shut her up for good. I give her a good and hard shove before getting right in her face, see how she likes that.

“Like you have any room to lecture me about what I do with my powers when you left me for dead at the first sign of real danger.” I snarl in her face. She snarls back, trying to look big and scary. Oooh, I am shaking in my fucking boots.

“I came back, didn’t I?” She rebuts, smoke seeping from her mouth. “Came back to bail your greedy ass out before you got swarmed and turned into Warped chow when I could have easily just continued on without you and you’d have nobody to blame but your dumb ass for getting yourself killed!!” Without thinking, I grab at her shirt to pull her up to my face level, but as soon as I do, she bites my nose.

“AAGH!!” I yell out in pain before snarling. “You little bitch.” I growl out as I try to get my hands around her throat as she gets out her claws and starts scratching at me. What we couldn’t see was Pangolin pinching his nose in pure annoyance before walking over.

“ENOUGH!!!” Pangolin barks out in a voice reminiscent of the deep brass of a drill sergeant before he yanks the two of us apart violently, damn near tossing the smaller and lighter bird to the ground. Before either of us could recover and get back to throttling the other, two brick cages enclose both us as well as a literal brick block encasing our feet. I try to break the bricks, but no dice.

The look on Pangolin’s face is all too familiar to me, practically straight from my father’s face whenever he’d go on about something I did. I could feel my blood burn with anger as I watch those disappointed eyes scan Kestrel and I. That look infuriates me to no end as I know it always leads to some sort of lecture. If he thinks he can parent me, he has another thing coming.

“Now that you two aren’t trying to kill each-other… Let’s get this shit sorted out.” He sighs as he starts pacing. He looks at me. “Cole, from your expression and from what Mako has told me, you absolutely can’t stand being told what to do….” He looks to Kestrel next. “And the two of you hate each-other’s guts… But there are some serious issues that need to be addressed if there is going to be any hope of any future cooperation at all and yes, this is including the construction of your firearm, Cole.” My eye twitches and I let out a low growl. “First off, your unwillingness to listen to any of Kestrel’s warnings and your recklessness almost got both of you killed in that min-”

“And why should I listen to an unreliable and vague pigeon like that bitch?” I interrupt. “I don’t know if you were listening or your ears were too full of mortar to actually hear me when I said Kestrel was gonna leave me for dea-”

“I heard you, Cole.” He growls. “And once you were dead, who’s the one running around with several shards and a core in her backpack?” He looks over at Kestrel with a glare and she flinches. “Fact of the matter is that a lone Conduit in those mines is a dead Conduit, but that’s not the point. Point is that because of your greed, recklessness and unwillingness to cooperate. You caused a situation that could have gotten both of you killed as well as now because you both had to force a cave-in, we’ve lost a Rayacite source as well.” My thoughts chew on the information. He’s right. If I died, they would have come after her next and if what she’s saying about the RFE is true, they’d flock to her just as hard. Kestrel looks like she’s about to say something when Pangolin chucks a brick at her head and it hits with a satisfying tink and a yelp of pain from the girl.

“Kestrel Morrison.” His voice goes low as he walks over to her. “You. Know. Better.” Those three words cause the bird to flinch and shrink. “This whole plan. This was your idea. As such, the bulk of the responsibilities of making sure nothing goes wrong is on your shoulders.” I watch her continue to shrink as Pangolin circles her cage. Memories of my own father doing the same to me flicker in my mind as I watch Pangolin rip Kestrel a new asshole. Part of me revels in seeing her so miserable, yet… I can’t fully enjoy it because of the intruding memories.

“I-” Kestrel tries to speak up, but Pangolin gives her the knife-hand.

“Don’t.” He growls. “I do not want to hear any excuses. There is no excuse for your piss poor conduct. As de-facto leader of this little expedition, it is your responsibility to make sure that all important information is given in a clear and concise manner. Whether or not your teammates believe you is irrelevant because what they do with the information is up to them, but because of your failure to do so, your vagueness caused an avoidable situation.” She looks away and at the ground, looking so small and pitiful, but by the look on the Spartan's face, he was far from done.

“And that’s not the worst of it… Kestrel. You, you, out of ALL of us should know the importance of having your teammates’ back. YOU! And yet you were going to leave Cole, your teammate, to die in one of the worst ways imaginable.”

“But I came b-” The bird tries to interject again before Pangolin shuts her down again.

“I don’t care that you came back, you shouldn’t have left in the first place!” He roars in anger. “You left him to die, it doesn’t matter that you came back. What if you came back and it was too late? Did you think about that?!” He glares down at Kestrel hard, the girl is quiet. “Answer me!”

“N-no…” She responds pitifully.

“I didn’t think so.” He growls before sighing. “Look, I know you hate Cole’s guts, but you have been acting completely out of character for you ever since he showed up and I understand that saying you both have bad blood is an understatement, but whatever the hell has gotten into you, you need to knock it off. You of all people know how much of a slippery slope this behavior is and next time you let your anger and spite run you, you might hurt someone you care about. Understood?”

“Y-yes…” Kestrel says with a weak nod.

“I can’t even put into words how disappointed I am in you, Kestrel.” Pangolin states as he steps back. Looking at the girl’s face. She looks like shit. A pang of… Sadness… Echoes in my head as the memories flicker again. Memories of myself being torn down by my father. Memories of my brother experiencing the same… And the memories of Zeke when I tore into him about his own reckless behavior over the Alden incident. He is right, both of us were at fault for this mess, but Jesus Christ. I wasn’t expecting Pangolin to rip into his own so viciously.

There was a pregnant pause in the air as silence falls over the camp. Pangolin stares at us expectantly. I look over at Kestrel and she only glances over at me from her downward gaze. The brick Spartan lets out an exasperated sigh releasing the foot anchors. 

“Look you two, I will reiterate that I understand you both hate each-other, but that doesn’t excuse either of you of your actions and behaviors.” He states. “Both of you made the conscious choice to go in together as a team, as such, you two should have put your differences aside and acted like a team. Understood?” I let out an annoyed grumble, but I nod. Kestrel on the other hand? She barely moves her head in acknowledgement. There is another pause before he sighs once more.

“I suppose I’ve gotten all of that through your stubborn heads. I’ll let you both out.” I step forward, but the brick Spartan holds his hand up. “Under one condition.” I groan, of course there was a caveat.

“And what might that be?” I question. Pangolin gives me a pointed look.

“You drop the topic. Last thing I need is for you two to be holding this over each-other’s heads as an excuse to turn into rabid dogs, understood?” I groan and roll my eyes, but I nod in agreement, at the very least I can be let out of this stupid electricity proof cage. With a nod from Kestrel, Pangolin calls off the cages, setting us free. “Now, you two shake on it.” He gestures. Another eye-roll from me, but Kestrel and I walk over and we shake hands. Her grip is surprisingly firm despite her poor emotional state. Respectable.

With the shake sealing the deal, we were dismissed from our scolding to nurse our aching heads and pride.

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The moon climbs the sky as the smell of fire waffs into my nose. Comforting and familiar.

With my tent set up and bedroll out, I follow the smell to the center of the camp to find the Kestrel made a campfire and is tending to it dutifully, her body language is listless, but her eyes is focused on the fire, almost entranced by the flickering flames. Pangolin has gone back to the jeep, probably to grab something. I sit down on the ground and stretch my legs before crossing them.

Pangolin returns with a few brown plastic bags with “MRE” printed on it. He passes one to me and then gives one to Kestrel, who he has to shake out of her thoughts… Whatever they are.

I look at the package to see what it is, some sort of rice and beans. I shrug and open it to tuck in, it’s better than those god-awful protein bars and it’s a step closer to actual food. As I eat my ration, I observe the others.

The meal is silent between us all, but instead of the tension-filled awkward silence that permeated the ride to the mine, it was a heavy, almost sad silence. Like grey clouds threatening to rain. Pangolin would glance over at the woman, but then sigh, sometimes muttering about if he went about it the right way before taking a bite of rice. It baffles me that he went so hard on Kestrel, one of his own, instead of laying into me. Someone who is an outsider. I might ask about this later, but I can see now is not the time.

I glance over at the bird in question and the sight I saw is just… Sad.

She didn’t look up much, just darting glances before looking away. Shoulders slumped and eyes glazed over. If I thought she looked pitiful after getting her ass chewed out by Mako, this just takes it to another level. She picks at her food, barely eating anything unless prompted by Pangolin. Absolutely listless. I hate to admit it, but I couldn’t help but to feel a little sorry for her. It is always a sad sight to see someone so bursting with energy and fire in such a lethargic state. Pain in my ass or not.

There is an odd feeling that I haven’t felt in a long time. It is actually… Nice… To share a meal with other people, even with the less than jovial situation. Damn, how long has it been since I’ve actually eaten in the company of others? Months? Years maybe? Who knows.

It made a small part of me feel… Like a person.

My thoughts were interrupted by Pangolin finishing his meal and tossing his trash into a rusted bin. Kestrel barely moves while I look.

“Don’t stay up too much longer, you two. We’re going to be up bright and early so we can get back to Droptown as soon as possible. The sooner we get back, the sooner we can get the project finished.” Pangolin states as he stretches his back. “I’m heading to bed, good night.”

Kestrel gives a grunt and a wave while I nod my head in confirmation. Pangolin gives one more worried glance at the bird before he crawls into his tent to turn in for the night.

Time passes in the same heavy silence, both of us staring at flickering embers that’s occasionally fed by Kestrel tossing some dry wood onto it. The way her glazed over eyes gaze into the flame, it’s like the fire would give her the answers to… Whatever’s going on in her head.

Maybe it might hold some answers for me too, I don’t know.

Among the chorus of night creatures and the crackling of flames, a tiny voice squeaks out.

“I’m sorry.”

I turn my head to look at the source of the sound and see it’s Kestrel, her eyes still staring into the fire.

“What?” I question as I stare. My mind racing as I process those two words that came out of her mouth. Did… Did she just… Apologize again?? I blink as I watch her. This time I know nobody put her up to this.

“I… I’m sorry for…” She starts before letting out a sad sigh. “I’m sorry for not being as clear as I should have been about the Warped… And for… Leaving you in the thick of the warren.” Her eyes glance over at me for a quick second, but she still doesn’t look me in the eye.

It takes a while for me to process the words, part of me still thinks she’s only doing this because she got in trouble again, but… That look in her eyes, the tone of her voice and the fact that it was completely and utterly unprompted… There is a sincerity that can’t be denied, hell, she even told me what it is for.. The apology, for the most part, is a genuine one. A genuine, honest to God, apology. But why?

Then again, did the world make sense anymore?

It didn’t make any sense. She’s supposed to hate me, right? Despise me, even. While yeah, she fucked me over and fucked up in general, I’m the last person she would want to own up to and apologize to, right? Right?? This isn’t making any sense, she doesn’t make sense!

I rub my temples and give an exhausted sigh, the headache is still lingering and the mind-fuck that Kestrel gave me isn’t helping any.

“I guess… I’m sorry too.” I mutter as I glance over to the burn-scarred woman, now it was her turn to look at me like a damn trout. I give another sigh before continuing. “Sorry for… Getting caught up in everything and stirring up the nest.” I mean, I guess I am sorry? I don’t necessarily feel bad for the chaos I caused and for the most part, I’m apologizing because my ass got chewed out, but I would be lying if the pitiful sight of the fire-cracker of a bird looking so... Broken… Didn’t pang my heart. It reminds me of Nix when she would be dealing with the thoughts of her loss. Didn’t matter, regardless of how genuine it is, Kestrel seems to accept with a nod of her head.

A still moment of watching the fire slowly dim passes when I find my tongue again.

“Hey, Kestrel.” I begin. The bird lifts her head to look at me. “You were one hell of a fighter back there… Thanks for the save.” Her eyes widen as I can see her brain misfiring. Looks like it’s her turn to be completely befuddled. I know I’m a selfish bastard and I delight in the misery of those I can’t stand, but I’m also an honest bastard. Regardless if I hate someone or not, if someone’s a good fighter, I tell them. Credit where credit is due.

Though if people were to mistake my honesty and willingness to give kudos as weakness, I would be more than happy to set them straight personally.

“Thanks…” Kestrel eeks out in a quiet mumble, her hands grasping and tugging at her cloak. Most likely to sooth her own nerves. “You… Gave them hell too.” I nod at the compliment, a silent sign of acceptance.

Not much else happens after that, but there is a noticeable change. Some of the heaviness lifts as we watch the fire die.

When all that’s left of the fire was nothing but a flicker, enough to keep the camp warm but not enough to burn everything, I decide to turn in for the night myself. I stand up and stretch before turning to head to my tent. I look back to see Kestrel slowly get up and turn back to her own before I continue on.

I crawl into my tent and flop onto my bedroll with a pained groan. Putting my hand to my head, I rub my forehead to try and deal with the dull ache that remained of my headache. My body feels heavy and drained now that I’m finally laying down. Those “Warped” really did a number on me. All I can really hope for is that whatever the fuck their energy did to me will wear off by tomorrow. Like how Sasha’s tar wore off. I curl up into the fetal position, using my arm to cover my eyes. I feel my eyelids growing heavier and heavier until they finally close. In my mind, I silently hope that this is the start of a restful slumber.

With everything that happened over the past 24 hours? I really, really need it.

#infamous #cole macgrath #infamous 2 #demon of empire city #infamous: no man's land #xeno writes #Kestrel Morrison #OC #conduit ocs #Pangolin #Blast Shard Caper #The Warped #The monsters' name be spoketh #Also #Yay camping! #Nothing says camping than trying to keep two murderous Conduits from trying to kill each-other. #also #bitey

[autisticsupervillain]

It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!

This Week's Fighters...

Cole MacGrath vs Stolas Goetia!

Conditions:

Evil Cole with the Beasts powers is used.

Scenario:

As a result of declaring a genocidal war on mankind, several clients in Hell higher I.M.P. to eliminate Cole MacGrath before he can conquer the world. They prove to be in over their heads and Stolas comes in to bail them out.

Analysis: Cole MacGrath

What does it mean to save mankind?

Ever since Cole MacGrath awakened his amazing and horrifying powers, he has grappled with this question. Once upon a time, Cole was just an ordinary bike courier, of no real note to anyone. But, upon being tasked to deliver the mysterious Ray Sphere to a man named Kessler, this all changed dramatically. Awakening in a crater with incredible new powers, Cole became hated and feared for having supposedly caused the blast that destroyed Empire City. His girlfriend left him in horror and disgust and people on street banded together to attack him in droves. The whole city turned against him, gangsters, terrorists, and friends included, and eventually Cole decided he'd had enough.

If everyone was going to treat him like a demon, Cole would become one.

Notch by notch, Cole tore down Empire City. He eliminated the gangsters and terrorists who threatened him with ruthless efficiency and terrorized the people into submission. Cole got revenge on the mysterious man named Kessler for ruining his life, killing his girlfriend, and turning the whole city against him. It was only then that Kessler revealed the truth. Kessler had meant to turn Cole into a hero. Into someone who could save mankind from a monster known only as tge Beast.

Cole laughed at the idea.

Determined to destroy The Beast so he can gain more power and eliminate a threat, Cole ventured to and conquered New Marias, descimaring the Militia put together to stop him. It was only there that The Beast communicated with him and revealed his true intentions. A plague was decimating humanity and only those with superpowers could survive it. And The Beast wanted Cole to carry on his fight.

Cole accepted his offer and, feeling remorse for the last time in his life, murdered what was left of his friends so that no one could stop him. Cole will always tell himself it was to save humanity. But, one look at his conquest of the planet would show show you, it was only so he could save himself.

This version of Cole MacGrath is the most powerful Conduit in the franchise, second only to the Beast from Kessler's timeline. As such, he has access to a huge variety of horrifying abilities with which he can decimate entire armies.

Cole is one of the most versatile electricity wielders in fiction and he only grows more versatile with time. Thanks to his ability to create new powers when using his powers in specific ways, Cole can continually expand his moveset even mid-combat. He can shoot out a variety of lightning bolts, many of which are designed to arc between targets and hit as many people as possible. He can create grenades and missiles out of kinetic energy, ranging from a hellish barrage of homing missiles to grenades that explode into even more grenades. He can levitate long distances by manipulating magnetism and can do the same as a form of telekinesis. He can even create tornados and lightning storms to toss at the enemy, though he needs to replenish these with ions absorbed from fallen foes. His most dangerous electrical ability, however, is his Ionic Drain.

With this technique, Cole need only pose dramatically to suck the bio-electricity out of anyone near him in a several foot radius, capable of killing hundreds of foes without ever having to touch them.

Cole also possesses advanced napalm powers, gifted to him by Nix, which he can use to boost his flight, summon monsters, entrap targets, or just give his powers a little extra explosive kick.

Cole shares numerous powers with his canonical Good Karma counterpart, including:

Self Resurrection so long as his heart in intact.

Advanced healing, to the point of regenrating from being riddled with projectiles.

Blasts that can deflect missiles.

Speed Amps that increase his speed to the point where people who previously appeared as only a blur to him moved in slow motion.

Radar Sense, an omnidirectional sixth sense which works independently of Cole's other senses, allowing his to detect all sources of electricity nearby, including people. It also allows him to see skeletons, determine if someone is ill, and detect who has hostile intent towards him.

Can create weapons out of electricity.

Can create shields that convert bullets into energy.

Can see the last moments of freshly killed people by touching their corpse, which creates an echo of the killer that Cole can then follow in order to locate them.

And many, many others.

What's more, is that this Cole isn't balanced out by his other self's weaknesses, as he no longer shorts out in water after absorbing the Beast's powers, which include.

The ability to create fake black holes that deconstruct things on an atomic level, even deconstructing electricity by it's electrons.

The power to regenerate from atoms, even remaining conscious and fighting when reduced to such a state.

Teleportation.

Telepathy.

The ability to grant and take away superpowers.

Unlimited stamina and energy, no longer needing to recharge his powers or rest.

The ability to turn into a giant monster made of magma.

The Ray Sphere Blast. A city spanning explosion that sucks the bio-electricity out of any organism caught in it's radius, only sparring those who possess the Conduit gene by granting them superpowers powered by said bio-electricity. This blast also creates an enormous amount of radiation and enhances the powers of any conduit caught in it's blast.

Based on the above, it's clear to see that Cole MacGrath is a one man apocalypse, even before accounting for how strong he actually physically is. Even before being granted the Beast's powers, Cole's could equally match and surpass him. This is impressive when considering the Beast created a 1.8 gigaton storm just by waking up and effortlessly obliterated a city not long afterwards.

Source:

In terms of speed, Cole could manipulate and redirect electricity as it travels through phone lines, moving at 90% the speed of light.

Cole's only weakness left seems to be the Ray Field Inhibitor. Given that it nullifies his powers, it is capable of bypassing both his regeneration and resurrection, and a full blast from the thing would kill him and every other Conduit on Earth. With this in mind, however, Cole could take more punishment from the RFI than The Beast could and may potentially develop a resistance to it with enough exposure given his powers. However, this remains hypothetical, as Cole destroyed the RFI.

Cole MacGrath is the man who, in the span of months, became powerful enough to conquer the Earth. Beware the Demon of Empire City and fear the Beast of New Marias.

Analysis: Stolas Goetia

What do you expect demon royalty to look like? Far beyond the lowly imps of the wrath ring and the loathesome sinners waring amongst themselves in Pride, royals are the rung between demons and sins. And no royal family is more loyal to Lucifer than the family of the Ars Goetia.

From that description, the last thing you'd expect from an all powerful royal like Stolas is an emotional wreck of a family man who's perpetually horny for a vulgar little imp. Let's take it from the top. But then again, this is the universe where Lucifer is a depressed shut in obsessed with rubber ducks. Let's take it from the top.

Stolas is youngest heir to the Goetia family, a scholar and a nerd ever since his youth. He seemed predestined for a life of misery when he was arranged to marry a woman he despised from a young age for the sake of providing a precautionary heir to the family. That was until his childhood best friend, Blitzo Buckzo (the first O is silent), crashed back into his life in spectacular fashion. The two begain a secret relationship behind closed doors, filling Stolas's life with love and joy again. For once, he wasn't caged up in a relationship with a woman who loathed him. For once, he felt... happy.

Sadly, it wasn't to be. Cheating on his wife had the expected repercussions and now his wife plots to assassinate him at every opportunity. His actions have completely shattered the happy home life he attempted to build for his beloved daughter and he was left wondering if Blitzo ever truly loved him or just saw him as a convenient business partner. He torn between his commitment to a lover he wasn't sure truly cared for him and a daughter whom he wanted to give a happy childhood to. To give the childhood he never had to.

Needless to say, Stolas is a bit of a mess. And that's not even getting into what he gets up to in the bedroom. But despite his rapidly self-destructing home life, Stolas is still demon royalty. And he won't hesitate to remind you of that should you lay a claw on his dear daughter or his beloved Blitzy.

Given his assigned role of studying the stars, Stolas is one of few permitted to travel freely between hell and Earth. He can create portals to and from the mortal plane or possess unwitting humans to force them to summon him. These portals can be so large and powerful, they completely split the sky over the ring of Wrath, shoving the clouds apart. Given the speed at which the clouds moved, such a feat would generate a kinetic energy equal to 52 Petatons of TNT. More than enough to crack open the moon.

Source:

Stolas can survive the vacuum of space unaided, form himself from your shadow, transform into a gigantic beastial owl made of darkness, and disguise himself as a human with his magic. Stolas was unaffected by drinking water so toxic it melted a human being on contact and is fast enough to outrun a supernova. Crossing astronomic distances in seven seconds at over twice the speed of light.

Source:

But most damning of all his incredible powers is the one inherent to his status. As a member of demon royalty, Stolas cannot be killed by anything other than a holy weapon. This is because, so long as his soul is in tact, Stolas can simply reform his body back in Hell, regardless of whatever damage he's taken. Other demons have even come back from thoroughly cooked and eaten alive.

Stolas has the power he needs to obliterate anyone who would hurt those he loves. It's just that sometimes he's the one who hurts them.

Throwdown Breakdown:

Let's start with the elephant in the room regarding this matchup, the power gap.

Stolas is 28,893,905.2x stronger than Cole. Literally millions of times stronger. More than powerful enough to simply atomize him in a single blow.

The problem is Cole can come back from that. As long as even a single atom remains of him, Cole can come back good as new. Which leads into our biggest problem... can these two even kill each other?

Cole has ways around the power gap. Black holes to rip Stolas apart and a Ray Sphere Blast to drain his bio-electricity namely. But Stolas can come back from that. He'd simply reform in Hell, portal back up to Earth, and keep fighting. But does Stolas have any way of defeating Cole in turn?

Stolas is about 2.6x faster than Cole, but that's basically nothing. Cole's Precision Mode speed boost would completely bypass that, especially as Cole no longer requires constant recharge to use it.

Stolas has means of removing Cole from the battle, but they're just temporary solutions. Ditching Cole in space is temporary as, with both lightspeed travel and continent range teleportation he can spam, Cole would be back eventually. Cole might not have a way back of Stolas portals him to Hell but... that's where Stolas lives. That's just taking the problem and bringing him home. Short of dropping him in Lucifer's doorstep, bringing him to Hell doesn't help Stolas kill Cole any.

Let's assume Stolas ditches Cole at the farthest star still visible from Earth (Stolas's job is specifically to study Earth's constellations after all). That's 7,500 light years away, or roughly 70,955,480,000,000,000,000. As Cole moves at a speed of 269,813,212 meters per second, then without precision mode it'd take him roughly 8,000 years to get back to Earth. Precision Mode and teleportation would likely cut that time in half, but even if it'd make him faster than Stolas, that's still 3,000 years.

...Do we call that a win?

I mean, I kinda doubt old age can kill Cole given the molecular regeneration, but Demons don't die of old age, so Stolas would have to keep doing this every thousand years to keep Cole away.

Given the known range of Cole's teleportation, he'd have to spam it over 440,900 000,000,000x on quick succession to make it back in any reasonable time. Sure, Cole can teleport with a thought, but that's still a long journey and that's assuming he'd even know where Earth is from his position.

Yeah, I don't see Cole making it back to Earth in any reasonable time to continue the fight. Best case, Cole gets lost in space and never comes back. Worst case, it's an eternal stalemate of Stolas portaling Cole away forever since neither can kill each other. I suppose you could argue Stolas dropping Cole in a black hole, but seeing how both are on the border of light speed, there's no way for him to do that without also risking himself.

Fuck it, if generations can live and die before you can keep fighting, I'm going to count that as a win for your opponent. Just, a win with an asterisk behind it given the circumstance.

This Throwdown's Winner* is...

Stolas Goetia!

#fictional throwdown fridays #helluva boss #infamous #cole macgrath #stolas goetia #evil cole macgrath #beast cole #hazbin hotel

[blakistan]

So when Lightfall drops every element is getting an equivalent to Stasis Shards/Ionic Traces, right? So that means that either a) Void and solar are getting new Aspects for some of their subclasses specifically to generate Firesprites/Void Breeches and those that don’t get new aspects for other functions (quite nice), b) Firesprites/Void Breeches are introduced as intrinsic effects of either the elements as a whole or specific subclasses (similar to amplified from arc multikills being intrinsic on all arc subclasses), meaning that Stasis Shards/Ionic Traces are no longer aspects and those subclasses get entirely new aspects to replace them, or c( Firesprites/Void breeches are introduced via new Fragments, meaning that Stasis Shards will get tied to a fragment as well. Point is, I’m excited to be able to get the ability energy cycling granted by Stasis Shards without needing to waste an aspect slot. The boost to build flexibility is going to be awesome either way but I’m hoping for option b the most.

#always thought that the different stasis shard aspects should've been intrinsics anyways #they go a long way towards better defining each subclasses role #titans do crystal farming warlocks do hard cc and hunters do cleanup #destiny 2 #lightfall

[night-gay]

Into the Anthill pt 32 - Seeing Double

Similarly to the Avengers Forever plotline, we've got a different Yellowjacket running around causing problems for Hank again. This one isn't just flirting with Songbird and being a douche though. After a few rowdy bar-fights, this YJ abducted and replaced Hank, imprisoning the "real" one for at least 6 weeks while he ran with the Avengers. Janet noticed that he was acting strangely the whole time but chose to do nothing about it like always.

But don't worry, I'm sure his friends will figure it out just in time for the skrulls to replace him again.

🐜🐜🐜

Avengers vol 3 #28-34, Thunderbolts vol 1 #43-44

The Avengers accompanied Silverclaw to her ancestral home in Costa Verde, which had fallen under Kulan Gath's control. Several of the Avengers attempted to enter the city but had their clothes and personalities changed within the city's limits. Troublingly, Hank transformed into Yellowjacket in there. Needing time to plan after they left the city, Hank used his powers to enlarge cabanas for the team to use overnight. The next day, Silverclaw foiled Gath's plot to murder her mother (the volcano goddess Peliali) and was granted reserve Avengers membership. Hank, who had been feeling ill since he was changed by Gath's magic, agreed to put himself through tests back home and figure out what was wrong with him. Unbeknownst to Hank, somehow Yellowjacket was there too.

All of Hank and Tony's tests found no irregularities in him to explain his spasms or sudden difficulty changing size. With nothing official to keep him from duty, he and the rest of the Avengers traveled to Chicago to help Vision stop Grim Reaper and the Maggia. Reaper escaped, but their data on Madame Masque led them to her base in the Nevada desert and right into a trap set by Count Nefaria. With Wonder Man and Atlas under his control Nefaria could not be beaten. The Avengers grabbed Masque and Reaper and fled to regroup.

Hawkeye and the Thunderbolts warned that Nefaria had created an ionic bomb to irradiate the entire world. Masque reluctantly helped to defend both teams from his influence using an ionic lock she'd developed years ago to resist him. Wonder Man and Atlas diffused his bomb's blast and Masque's weapons hurt him enough to force his power to leak out. After a long battle, Nefaria was finally defeated and Hank would begin working to restore Wonder Man and Atlas to their normal forms.

Magneto: Dark Seduction vol 1 #2-4

Afraid of what Magneto would accomplish if Genosha went unchecked, the U.N. sent the Avengers in to stop him. In response he destroyed a city to force them to focus their time on saving lives rather than fighting him. His goal had been to use the Genoshan mutate technology to restore his full powers, and the combined might of Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, and Polaris was not enough to keep him from it.

Maximum Security vol 1 #1-3, X-Men Unlimited vol 1 #29, Avengers vol 3 #35

The Intergalactic Council deemed humanity too dangerous, so they erected a barrier on the edges of our solar system to prevent any escape and flooded Earth with dangerous alien criminals. The Kree Supreme Intelligence had used the Forever Crystal to evolve his race and feigned service to the Shi'ar to conquer Earth by allowing a diminished version of Ego to assimilate the planet into his body. Once complete, the Kree would siphon the planet's energy as fuel for their armada. Earth's heroes were eventually able to defeat Ronan, restrain Ego, and inform the council of the truth.

Avengers vol 3 #36-40

3-D Man's wife accused the Triune Understanding of kidnapping him and giving his powers to Triathlon. As she explained, the Avengers were forced to divide their team to handle threats from Lord Templar and Bloodwraith. Yellowjacket captured Hank, who had been out at the time, and took his place as Goliath with the Avengers. After 6 weeks of restructuring their operations, the Avengers found themselves facing a Greek town where everyone had been turned into Hulks. "Goliath" suggested forcing them to merge together so that he could shrink the giant one down, but his plan was reckless and failed to work out when the big one smashed his field lab. As a backup plan, Bruce Banner was called in to absorb their gamma radiation and save everyone.

Minor/Cameo appearances from this period:

Warlock vol 5 #8

Deadpool vol 3 #44

Black Panther vol 2 #2

Hulk Annual 2000 vol 1 #1

Iron Fist/Wolverine vol 1 #2

Thunderbolts vol 1 #45, 47

The Sentry vol 1 #1, 4

Fantastic Four vol 3 #39

Infinity Abyss vol 1 #1

Iron Man vol 3 #37

#hank pym #ant-man #into the anthill #marvel comics

[wonderbeast]

t'challa calls out simon for his bad vibes, who reveals his red, pulsing, glowing eyes. i don't believe the phrase "ionic energy" was used in this issue so i'm interested to know if simon being a living conduit of energy was always the intention or if jim just thought the red eyes would look cool.

AVENGERS vol 1 #160 (1963) : "THE TRAIL!" written by jim shooter & drawn by george perez

#t: comic panel #wonder man #simon williams #ft: t'challa udaku #ft: eric williams #e: 1970 #u: 616 #q

[alicethedracoraptor]

Dragon!Grievous ionic abilities

Since the success of my post with Ventress, Ahsoka and Grievous, I wanted to do a description of the "ionic abilities" I imagined for Dragon!Grievous.

In this universe, Grievous has a main receptor located on the tail, protected by deployable blades. This receptor is used to absorb electricity from any source (machines, weapons or even Sith lightning). The energy captured will then be stored by smaller receptors located under Grievous' spine. When this charge of electricity is complete, lightnings run through the dragon's spine. At this time, he can now use one of his five ionic abilities.

Ion breath:

Grievous concentrates the energy in his head, more precisely in his mouth. The longer the charge time of the attack, the more powerful and wider the ray fired will be. He can also interrupt the loading at any time but this may stun him violently. The ray disables droids and other machines but can also paralyze living beings or kill them by electrocution, depending on the power of this ray.

Ion whip: 

For this ability, the energy is concentrated in the tail of the biomechanical dragon, adopting the same characteristics as the weapons of the Magnaguards (paralysis, block lightsabers...). 

Ion impulse: 

To use this ability, Grievous must be in full run. He uses it mostly when he runs away. He gradually "injects" energy into his armor to greatly increase his speed and agility. He can also use this technique during a fight, to dodge a deadly hit for example. Except that there, he suddenly injects and in smaller quantities the ionic energy to create a "reflex" to his mechanical body.

Ion shield: 

I will be very brief on this ability. Here, Grievous keeps energy in his spine and then bites his tail. This creates a force field preventing anyone from crossing it over a wide area. Since ionic abilities tend to wear down the cyborg, the duration of the shield depends on how long Grievous holds out.

Ion bomb: 

The energy is concentrated this time in the arms of the dragon. The slightest impact caused by his fists will be enough to generate an immense shock wave that will affect everything in its path over a very wide perimeter. It is, however, the most dangerous ability, both for Grievous and for those around because the energy generated is strong enough to disable the dragon's mechanical body or even injure him.

#star wars #general grievous #dragon au #my art #my lores

[roguestouch]

( A SWEET SOUTHERN DRAWL WITH A TOOTHY GRIN, WHITE BANGS THAT FRAME HER FACE, PLATFORM BOOTS PAIRED WITH RIPPED FISHNET STOCKINGS )▸ welcome to latverion, ANNA MARIE (ROGUE). it’s time to be gracious, for in this vast multiverse, you have been saved by emperor doom. according to records you are 28 and use SHE/THEY pronouns. emperor doom expects you’ll enjoy your career as BAKER, or else. excellent. we look forward to your contribution.

ABOUT BASICS.

FULL NAME: anna marie.

ALIAS: rogue.

AGE: 28; born june 12th; gemini.

AFFILIATIONS: avengers and x-men / mutants.

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: demi-woman; she/they.

FACE CLAIM: eva noblezada.

IN-DEPTH ANALYSIS.

POINT OF ORIGIN: rogue is pulled from earth-616, so the comics verse!

ABILITIES/SKILLS: mutant physiology -- (  power absorption -- rogue can absorb the powers, energies, memories, knowledge, talents, personality, and physical abilities of another being by skin-to-skin contact. )  ;  multilingual -- (  english, spanish, filipino, french )  ;  master acrobat. though wonder man has been released from their body, rogue still retains some of his powers. they are as follows: ionic energy form  ;  superhuman strength, speed, stamina, durability, agility, reflexes, senses  ;  ionic regenerative healing  ;  flight  ;  immortality  ;  invulerability.

HAVE THEY BROUGHT ANY FAMILY OR PETS WITH THEM: no, anna hasn’t brought any family or pets with them!

ANY HEADCANONS YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW: - their favorite color is green - they love spicy food - they’re a great baker and love to make pies especially - they have a good singing voice + their voiceclaim is their fc’s voice - their father’s side of the family is from the philippines and their mother’s side of the family is from mexico - they grew up speaking both filipino and spanish - their favorite animals are raccoons and foxes - their favorite movies are coraline and spirted away - they unironically love garfiel - they keep a ‘secret’ stsah of snacks / candy / junk food in one of their nightstand drawers for “emergencies” (aka whenever they’re hungry) - they listen to true crime podcasts and enjoy shows like forensic files and unsolved mysteries - their favorite band is pierce the veil - their favorite flower is hyacinths because it was their mother’s favorite flower.

QUESTIONNAIRE.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT EMPEROR DOOM?

anna isn’t quite sure what to make of doom just yet. while they’ve obviously heard of him before, they’ve never actually dealt with him, considering the x-men have their own handful of different villains. there’s certainly qualities about doom that they don’t like, but they also know they really don’t have much of a say in things like that. at least, not at this moment. 

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT THE BATTLES? ARE THEY TRYING TO AVOID THEM? OR ARE THEY EAGER TO JUMP IN?

anna is absolutely trying to avoid them. they aren’t keen on wanting to watch nor join the fights, and if anything, they think it’s a little silly. but, who are they to judge? if people enjoy it, then it is what it is.

WHY HAS YOUR CHARACTER ACCEPTED THEIR JOB POSITION? WILL THEY USE IT TO GET CLOSER TO DOOM? OR WILL THEY USE IT EXPLOIT HIM? OR DO THEY SIMPLY LIKE THEIR JOB?

anna’s reasoning for accepting their job position is simple, really -- they love baking, so it made the most sense to them to go into doing something they love. they have to have something in their life they enjoy here, right?

#˗ ˋ 🍑 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒚 ! ›› rogue ! #latverion:intro

[osgalkaline]

Alkaline Water: How Is It Good For The Health Of The Human Body

Of late, alkaline water has won so much fame. It is tagged as the miracle solution to an array of common health issues. By being alkalized and getting ionized, advocates of this theory claim they give the human body the amount of advantages one can think of. Now let us discover the main scientific reasons why this water can be beneficial and how it can affect your health.

Understanding Alkaline Water

As opposed to the pH of basic water, often referred to as ionic water, the alkaline one is a lot higher. The pH scale experienced due to acidity or alkalinity is an example where values vary between 0 and 14. To start with, alkaline water’s pH level exceeds 7, with some brands scoring pH levels of 9 or 10. This is accomplished through electrolysis or adding such alkaline minerals as calcium carbonate.

Balancing pH Levels

The human body automatically engages in a process known as acid-base homeostasis, with the majority of the acid-base balance occurring in the blood and tissue. On the contrary, there are other factors such as stress, bad food, and dumping of toxins that may overrun this by sending it toward acidity, which may involve health problems. The consumption of alkaline water can be used to bring back balance in the system of the body, which helps in maintaining health.

Neutralizing Acidic Environment

Intestines that have an overly high level of acid such as in current lifestyles contribute to inflammation, digestive problems, and a lot of other health problems. Ionized water antagonizes acidic milieu and normalizes it by reducing the acidity level which might be produced by acidic foods and drinks.

Hydration Reinvented

Hydration is essential for keeping the whole body rolling up to the max. However, one should note that all water is not the same kind. The chemical structure of alkaline water as embedded in the concept of its molecular structure, has been suggested to be much easier to absorb which then leads to improved cellular health and hydration.

Antioxidant Potential

The alkaline water is also known to be rich in negatively charged ions naturally known as the oxygen reduction potential (ORP) which acts like free radicals in protecting from oxidation. Oxidation reactions that result in cellular damage are in this way prevented from occurring. Where alkaline water fights free radical formation, it might counteract the damage caused by the aging process and play out the role of an anti-aging agent as well.

Alkaline Water and Digestive Health

The main factor in the process is achieving and supporting a pH balance in the digestive tract which allows for better absorption of nutrients from the food. Alkaline water is known to help acid reflux which is caused by massive over acid. Therefore it can be a good solution to reduce the symptoms of acid reflux. Also, it might hydrate your system to give you a watery stool and smooth passage through your digestive system therefore preventing your body from having constipation and promoting regularity.

Conclusion

To sum up,  alkaline water provides a new dimension to hydration not only by craving thirst but also with an endless health advantage. Indeed such pH level and neutralizing the amount of acidity is one of the most important characteristics of this water. So, apart from its moisturizing and oxidative stress-fighting properties, water is a necessary part of a healthier lifestyle. Unveil your skin's vitality and radiance with the aid of OSG Alkaline Ionizers through which you can experience true and pure rejuvenating hydration. Through their innovative technology, your tap water is converted into a natural truly alkaline-rich energy elixir, which is overflowing with health benefits. OSG Alkaline Ionizers combine innovation with change in hydration to provide you with a healthier body than ever.

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