#wheee i feel out of breath after typing this

[lineffability]

"people shouldn't draw or write crowle-" sounds like a skill issue I love male Crowley I love female Crowley I love femme Crowley I love trans Crowley I love genderqueer genderfuckery genderfluid Crowley I love nonbinary Crowley I love Crowley spindly thin with broad shoulders I love Crowley with curves I love Crowley in a dress I love Crowley in a suit I love crowley with big bazoonga boobs or tiny boobs or no boobs I love Crowley with perky tits and a dick i love crowley with a vagina I love Crowley with a penis i love crowley with a tdick I love Crowley with a boy pussy I love Crowley with snesises I love Crowley with barbie-smooth nothingness I love lesbian Crowley I love gay Crowley I love virgin Crowley I love experienced Crowley I love asexual Crowley I love sexual flirty Crowley I love awkward blushing Crowley I love long haired Crowley I love Crowley with a shorn head I love Crowley with any hairdo at all bc they're all HOT I love Crowley with earrings or black fingernails or pointy teeth or horns or none of these I love Crowley with a snake tattoo on his cheek chest arm or ass I love Crowley no matter in which incarnation at all as long as the hair is FIERY RED but actually I also love blackhaired book crowley idgaf just go wild it's what Crowley would want

#good omens #crowley #my omens #wheee i feel out of breath after typing this #i didn't see any particular post or anything i simply love crowley and crowley versatility #everyone has their favs ofc and is entitled to their preferences!! lovely!! #only sometimes it irks me when ppl are like 'this is the only one true presentation and if you don't subscribe to it youre problematic' #in general #no shade only love #maybe somone identifies with trana crowley and someone else identifies with gay man criwley and yknow what theyre both right #everyone is right #embrace paradox #opposing headcanons can coexist so peacefully and isn't that GREAT

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IT'S PROMPT TIME SUCKERS char and whoever, prompt #14 from the one originally posted by rmeisel

WHEEE!! Anyone means a new character!! because i decides it’s high time Char get her own actual canon so that i can pin down her ages and personality instead of her randomly popping up everywhere. :p

it got a lil long and it’s badly edited but whatever, #mobilelife, i will try and fix it later

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Rafael plunked a bowl down right in front her face – nearly on the keyboard too. Char shoved it to the side without looking.

“No food by the computers, Rafael, Jesus,” she chided. “I know you don’t like them, but that doesn’t mean you can desecrate my –”

“Charlotte.” Rafael cut her off, calm and collected as always. Char hated the part of her that wondered how much was real, and how much was manufactured. Rafael was her only friend and peer here, and she couldn’t even fully trust him. “Look at me. You need to eat something besides coffee.”

Char scowled down at the keyboard and didn’t pause her typing. “I don’t like salad. Or eye contact.”

Rafael sighed, heavily, and Char heard him sink into the chair beside her.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Can you at least stop whatever you’re doing to Dr. Joy’s computer?” It sounded almost like a plea.

That drew Char’s head up. She glanced at Rafael, and grinned wickedly at him. She knew it wasn’t a kind smile, but Char never felt very kind these days. Grandma would’ve been appalled, but Char hadn’t seen her grandmother in nearly a year now, and probably never would again. They had lost that court battle – or so Winter said.

“I told her,” Char argued, “I literally said, ‘Dr. Joy, if you put one more electrode on my face I am going to ruin your entire life’s work.’ And she did it anyway.”

Rafael breathed out loudly through his nose. A lot of the adults had started that practice after Char had been brought here. She wondered if there was a group meditation class offered that she didn’t know about. Rafael wasn’t an adult himself – he was only fourteen, just two years older than her – but he always acted like one.

“Does that actually help?”

“Not with you, no,” Rafael admitted.

Char flashed him a pleased smile. “Good. People need to have some real feelings around here.”

Rafael didn’t say anything, which was fair. They’d had this fight already; the point now was to remind him of it, not rehash it.

He changed the subject instead. Always a good tactic. “What are you doing to the poor doctor, then?”

“It’s a program that’s mutating all of her data by randomized but incremental amounts. She’ll think it’s a recent, fixable bug.” Char kicked at the table leg to spin herself around in Dr. Joy’s chair. She didn’t mind explaining her coding to Rafael; he wasn’t as good at it as her, but he also never made fun of the clunky, poorly-wired taser she wasn’t supposed to have. “Anyway, even if she finds it this very hour, she’s not going to know how far back it goes. It’s not like she could stop it, either.”

“God, Charlotte,” Rafael muttered. “I almost feel bad for her.”

“Don’t,” Char spat, then took a deep breath of her own – Rafael was wrong. he breath was helpful; it gave her a moment to better phrase what she wanted to say without whining.

“Look, Rafael, it’s not like I’ll get in trouble for it. Winter will just pat me on the head and say, ‘What a clever prank, Miss Parker, you should be pleased with yourself’ and I’ll–” Char cut herself off with a noise of disgust. She was nearly whining anyway. When she continued, her voice was filled with self-loathing. “And I’ll eat it up, of course, I’ll just be so proud of myself because Winter called me clever, and then when I get my own emotions back, I’ll hate myself for that too, and never do it again.” Char knew how this game with Winter went.

“He doesn’t say that because he wants you to hate yourself and stop,” Rafael protested, clearly stumbling over the convoluted train of thought. Rafael liked to think the best of everybody. Char couldn’t bring herself to hate that about him, even though she thought it was a pretty stupid inclination from a literal genius, because Rafael’s good heart was the one thing she was sure predated Winter’s mind games. At the same time, Char knew Rafael was wrong. “Winter just wants you to develop some self-worth.”

“I have a sense of self-worth,” Char snorted. Her lips twisted and she went on, more bitterly, “But he’s not my father and my name isn’t Miss Parker, and that’s not going to change no matter how many times he says ‘Good job, Miss Parker,’ and makes me feel good about it.” 

Char stabbed the keys in front of her viciously, inputting the last commands, then pushed herself away from the desk.

“Technically,” Rafael said; he and Char both loved technicalities. Char stabbed the keys in front of her, inputting the last commands, then pushed herself away from the desk.  “Parker is your name. Winter had it legally changed, remember?”

“Of course I remember,” Char said. She had driven two separate scientists to tears that say, and cried a whole lot herself, before Winter had swooped in to smooth everything over. Her grandparents, the elderly Bishops, hadn’t been perfect by any means – but at least they had fought to try to keep her. “But Winter is an absolute bastard who can go screw himself. Technically.”

Rafael winced at Char’s language, even though it wasn’t that bad. Dr. Han’s language was worse – Char delighted in wrangling as many creative swears from him as she could before the excess emotion annoyed Winter into stopping her.

“If you hate it so much,” Rafael ventured. “Why don’t you leave?”

Char froze in the act of standing. Then made herself move again. 

She and Rafael had never tread this ground before – she knew they didn’t see eye to eye on this. Rafael had already been here when she arrived, and he loved the freedom of experiment that he got in the Adirondacks labs. Char understood his perspective. There was no better place for adolescent geniuses to frolic about than here. Winter could get them anything they needed – she bet he could even procure weapons-grade plutonium, if Char wrote a convincing enough project proposal.

And yet there was a yawning pit in her stomach that churned out anger and resentment whenever Winter wasn’t looking. This illogical part of Char didn’t mind having to find her own way in the scientific world, not if it meant she could leave these goddamn mountains.

She couldn’t tell Rafael that, so she just shrugged and started pushing his rolling chair towards the door of Dr. Joy’s office. “Don’t be silly, Raf. Where would I go?” Char said, carefully light. “And nobody could keep up with me out there. Not like you.”

Rafael kicked his feet to stop the chair and stood up. Pushing it aside, turned and threw his arms around Char.

Rafael hugged like a boa constrictor, arms all serpentine and far too tight. “Good,” he whispered in her ear. “'Cause you’re my favorite super genius, Charlie Bishop.”

Char laughed and tried not to feel like the world’s worst person. “I’m my favorite super genius, too,” she proclaimed.

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from these prompts(send me more whenever!) 

#writing #superheroes #prompt response #tumblr games #tumblr mobile is the worst #challenge accepted 2k18 #char

[kheprrison-arts]

War Soldier Chapter Five

Fandom: Mianite Ship: Diacate Chapters: 5/? Summary: Tom receives a vision of what happened before he wound up on the island. He decides to ask Dianite about what he saw, but he doesn’t get the answer he was entirely expecting. Extra notes: Sorry it’s been a while. Felt bad so I cranked out this chapter and will be working on 6. I’ll hold off on Calamity for this (though I might introduce Calamity at some point, just to ease my urges to draw him so much… if that made sense.)

Tom had quickly left the nether after asking Furia a few questions that he thought were important. The fire beast acting the same as he always has since they first met. Sadly, though, Tom didn’t get the answers he was hoping for and his god was also still sleeping as usual since he sleeps in so late, so he couldn’t ask him. He wasn’t surprised Furia didn’t really say much, in fact Furia didn’t even know what he was talking about… which was odd considering Tom vividly remembering seeing the sassy fire-man a multitude of times.

He made his way over to the priest’s house where everyone was meeting. Apparently they moved the “safe place” to his courtyard (probably because the weird man is kind of a wimp and wants his home to be a safe zone). The rules were always the same, just with a few extra competitors which would get interesting. Tom had actually made an alliance with his alternate, Mot, and Jericho’s alternate, Jeriah. He wasn’t expecting to form a purge alliance with Jeriah seeing as the man seemed to be a sort of loner type. But he wasn’t complaining.

He met up with his two allies, greeting Jeriah with the nod of his head and Mot with a simple “yo.”

Declan, the priest of course, explained the rules. Everyone already knew the rules, seeing as the only actual rules are no breaking into vaults or whatever. As always Tom knew no one had much of anything that interested him other than Jeriah but since he’s on his side he wouldn’t be stealing from him or he’d be boned. He’s just simply going for the kills today, though with all that’s been on his mind he knew he might get distracted.

While Declan was rambling about random stuff that Tom wasn’t too keen on listening to he was able to get a good look at the ones who were participating; himself (obviously), Mot, Jeriah, Alyssa, Jordan, Sonja, and Tucker. Spark would stay behind (still somehow up and living, probably from Ianite’s magic stuff) to help Dec with the leaderboard. They all knew Declan and how he would probably chip in as well seeing as he, like the others, sported diamond armor, a sword, and a bow, and a quiver full of arrows. How full the quiver was gave away that he doesn’t own an infinity bow, or if he did he didn’t want to lose it.

When Dec signaled that the purge started, everyone (including Declan) went their separate ways out of the courtyard. Some ran through the arched entrance of the stone wall while others parkoured their way out. Tom was one of the ones who parkoured while his teammates ran through the entrance. He quickly launched himself up the wall, using any creases or irregularly placed stone bricks to keep himself going as he made it to the top and slung himself over the other edge, landing with a roll. He quickly made his way to his house where him and his teammates had agreed to be the day prior.

On his way to his house he barely dodged an arrow as it whizzed by his face. He cursed under his breath, but didn’t stop to turn around and fight back. He came to his vault, quickly putting in his code and entering. The wall stone brick had opened to reveal his vault and closed when he entered. Though when the door had moved a layer of dust that was coating that made the stone look worn and old fell off, floating in the air, revealing that indeed there was a door.

Jeriah had already left, going through the nether portal at the back. Mot stayed behind and waited for Tom and when he entered he greeted him. “so how are we doing this?”

“I guess Jeriah will be more of the distraction while we sneak up on everyone,” Tom explained. “Sparklez should be our main target, since he seems better here than he did in Ruxomar.”

“Right,” Mot nodded and threw himself through the portal along with tom right afterwards.

Tom wailed, sailing through the nether portal and finding himself… in the nether. No shit.

He stood up, ready to attack whoever follows him through. He managed to take down a few, setting his score in third under Jeriah and Jordan but above Mot and Jericho and Alyssa and Sonja and… way above Dec. Poor priest-man. He quickly checked his phone after feeling it vibrate in his hoodie pocket.

Fives minutes until the end of Purge.

It’s odd how they now owned phones despite the huge downfall in technology the island witnessed. Of course the rest of the world is submersed in technology to the point wheee people can’t live without it. Well at least that’s what Tom’s god said seeing as he’s from the Modern World.

He stood straight, letting his guard down and sheathing his sword by his waist seeing as no one would be entering through that portal. Maybe the last minute kill wasn’t worth their time. Or maybe it’s becahse killing a champion in the domain of his protective god isn’t the best idea, even if it is purge.

Tom huffed through his nostrils and turned around to face his god’s temple. He jumped back with a frightened cry when he saw his god just standing there.

“I didn’t think I was that ugly,” the god chuckled, his deep voice booming even if he were trying to be quiet.

“God…” Tom groaned closing his eyes. “Fuck, dude. Nearly scared me to death.”

“Sorry,” the god murmured under his breath.

Tom opened his eyes, seeing a worried look in his god’s uncharacteristicly pink eyes. “No, no it’s okay,” tom waved it off quickly realizing his odd mistake, “why does that worry you anyway?”

“It’s nothing,” his god answered rather too quickly and his wings becoming a big puffier than usual. “I heard from Furia that you had some important questions?”

Tom nodded and before he knew it he was teleported into the throne room of the fortress-looking temple. His god, Dianite, already sitting in the throne of his and Furia standing beside it. Obviously the fire guardian had been there before because Tom had seen him this morning. Still the fire beast continued to give him that look like he knew something Tom didn’t.

Tom asked the same questions he asked Furia, like what did I see? Was that a random dream or a vision? And what happened after he went to wake him?

“I cannot answer those, Tom,” was all Dianite really had to say. “I don’t know why you saw all that, but it’s probably just a stupid dream. You and your friends tend to have those lucid dreams, my brother is probably trying to screw with you.”

“Oh,” Tom mumbled. The way Dianite sat in the throne was a bit unnerving. It was hard to explain, it just felt different. He felt uncomfortable. Tom doubted his god, not that he’d like to, and set the dream aside. “I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he bowed his head to his god and nodded to the fire guardian standing beside him.

Dianite only hummed in acknowledgement while Tom left.

Something wasn’t right.

#Mianite #mianite fic #Dianite #tom syndicate #guardian furia #Mianite War Soldier #War Soldier Chapter five #Diacate