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I am repurposing this blog. Now instead of being an ask blog for a specific group of my superhero characters, it is a blog for all my supers.
I haven't decided what I'm going to rename it to yet though
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if i couldn't have any of the obvious first choice superpowers i would want my power to be the power of i can go anywhere and its not a problem. the way this power would work is that as long as im peaceful and respectful i can go anywhere and nobody will see it as weird or see me as a target for hostility. i can walk into a cool house to politely peep the decor or walk into a tall office building to politely peep the decor or walk around a city at night alone to politely peep the decor or walk into a strange facility to politely peep the decor or walk onto a plane and ride the plane to its destination and then walk around there to politely peep the decor and its fine as long as im chill. no need to make me faster or anything i can just walk at a normal pace. its good for the soul.
I actually wrote a power like this for Scion 2.0 and it's one of my favorite things I've ever written, and not just bc I named it after a line from a Dessa song.
(It was written specifically for Antagonist Gods or Titans to use on their followers but you get the vibe.)
Ayda and Adaine hit the hallmarks!
I think Em and Nomni might have fun eating not-usually-edible things together! Nomni is one of my supers, and their power is that they can eat anything. They like to experiment with flavors and see what everything tastes like, and has given their more science minded friend permission to experiment with their powers. (some of the results include: they can bite through anything if they are intending to consume it, but if not, they have the same bite strength and sharpness of teeth as a normal human. They can also consume things at absurd temperatures, and can handle them safely barehanded if, again, they're intending to eat them.)
yayyyy this one is gonna be fun!
Nice! Very fun. And yes, warhead rocks does sound nice. What are they?
Love that Em was immediately willing to partake in the study because it involves free food.
the warhead rocks are fluorite!
oooh pretty. I can imagine those being sour yes.
I imagine that if Em continues to let them, Nomni will be stopping by his lab regularly to chat and share snacks while Em tinkers.
"So..."
A gangly new hero hoists himself onto Em's desk, leaning over to watch her work.
"This is the big leagues, huh?"
Em says nothing, just reaches over to adjust his worklamp. The hero, regrettably, adjusts as well, once more blocking the light.
"I'm new here," he says. "My name's Breaker, I can get into pretty much any system." It isn't a brag, but a statement of fact. Many of these newer heroes have never met their match. "I literally just finished orientation, some guy named Astroturf or something? He told me that this is the place to go for gear."
"Astro Boy," Em corrects him. She taps his leg. "Please move."
"Ah, my bad." The hero — Breaker — slides off of her desk, turning and leaning against the wall. "I'm sure you're busy, Astro Boy said you're the best, but is there some way to maybe whip up some tech for me? A priority list or something?" He leans forward and smiles, showing off bright veneers. "I can make it worth your while, if you want~"
Em glares through his jagged eyes, unnoticed by Breaker. Deliberately stilling her hands, he stands up. Even leaning over, Breaker is taller.
"No."
He brushes past Breaker, walks heavy-stepped out of the room. Whoever hired this idiot is about to get an earful.
Em walks into Astro Boy's office, making a beeline for the far wall. She feels around, delicately pushing until -click—
He pulls out the hidden drawer and roots through Astro Boy's junk. Astro Boy, not looking up from his cards, sighs loudly. "Hello Astro Boy, can I come into your office uninvited and look at your secret compartments? I can? Thanks! I owe you a drink, possibly an expensive one at a club somewhere."
"Hello Astro Boy," Em parrots, "where have you hidden my collection you bastard. There is a new hire named Breaker." Spotting a tupperware in the back of the drawer, he pulls it forward and— yes, moonstones!
Astro Boy is sitting up in his chair, worried. "I sent him down to the lab for gear, did he try something?"
Em waves him off, popping a rock in her mouth. "He thinks he has a very pretty smile. Talk to him about aiming that smile elsewhere?" She frowns speculatively at his snack box. "Tell him I am insulted. He should buy me an apology gift." He pads over to Astro Boy and watches as he pulls put a memo pad.
"Anything else, highness?"
"You should intimidate new members. They should not think I can be their friend."
Astro Boy scrawls on his paper: Intro talk add Em rules / talk to breaker abt //
Satisfied, Em leaves.
It's good to have friends in management.
And then there’s this amusing interaction. Amara refuses to go to school with wet hair, so Beast asks Ray to help her, so he powers her hair dryer. Cute
Metahuman with super healing powers whose entire job is that once a week they go to a nearby hospital and are put into a medically induced coma for 24 hours while all their organs and blood are harvested, and kept there until they've healed up again.
They get paid a small stipend by the Heroes Council for this, and they live off that.
No crime fighting, no obvious heroics, and they only took a Super Identity because it's technically hero's council policy. Nobody's ever seen them in a cape.
Every so often the Heroes council will release an official report to the public, and there'll be another bunch of news articles wondering how some unknown super calling themselves 'Meat Factory' somehow consistently holds the record for most lives saved across the city.
It is essential to my vision that they are not at all sanctimonious about this.
Like, they regularly act like they're getting away with something. They joke about how they get to earn money in their sleep. They show up to their hospital visits in deliberately ridiculous disguises, on the excuse that they need to 'protect their identity'.
Part of their employment contract is that they get served the same post-operation vanilla ice cream that they normally hand out on the childrens' ward. Also a sticker. Their overnight bag is covered in stickers.
Okay, Meat Factory is awesome and hilarious, but if they're being harvested for and regenerating absolutely everything, may I suggest an alternative super name: Theseus.
system that lives in Superpowers Universe and each alter has their own power
sometimes two alters have similar or overlapping powers which can make it tricky to tell who's who
The kind of shitpost I come up with at 1AM is me thinking "Hey, what's with telekinesists and this specific hairstyle :"
And I started to joke that the hair blocked brainwaves and that exposed forehead = more telekinesis.
But then I noticed
He slicks his hair back after regaining his powers.
And then:
Bangs = no telekinesis
Forehead = lots of telekinesis
And then ppl replied with the one and only:
So conclusion:
If you have telekinesis, expose your forehead for maximum effectiveness.
Thanks for coming to my Ted talk
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been thinking recently about creativitwins with a shared pocket dimension. infinite storage space they can access from anywhere. and of course the messiness and chaos that comes with sharing a room with your brother, even if it is infinite.
by the time they're adults they've got a system in place, where they each have their own zones and they try not to mess with each other's stuff (much). the infinity helps prevent issues of stuff spilling over
and of course in addition to their two specific sides of the pocket dimension, they also have some trading zones, for stuff like "I saw this and thought of you" or passing notes back and forth.
the storage dimension exists outside time and space, which makes it great for storing things you don't want to change. as a result they don't keep much in their refrigerator.
please imagine Roman summoning a plate of spaghetti out of thin air. It is still warm, fresh and delicious. he made it last week, portioned out several platefuls, and put them all in the Pocket for later.
been thinking recently about creativitwins with a shared pocket dimension. infinite storage space they can access from anywhere. and of course the messiness and chaos that comes with sharing a room with your brother, even if it is infinite.
by the time they're adults they've got a system in place, where they each have their own zones and they try not to mess with each other's stuff (much). the infinity helps prevent issues of stuff spilling over
and of course in addition to their two specific sides of the pocket dimension, they also have some trading zones, for stuff like "I saw this and thought of you" or passing notes back and forth.
If I had capital-s Superpowers I wouldn't use them to punch alien gods, I'd use them to become a science youtuber.
"Hi guys, welcome back to the channel, I've got a real treat for you today! You might notice the lab looks different, I didn't want to risk putting anyone else in danger with today's experiment and if you've been reading the news this week you'll know that a bunch of big important people on Earth are pretty mad at me right now, so I'm shooting this episode on the moon!
"This is uranium-238, an extremely rarified form of the uranium used in some nuclear reactors. If I get the camera closer, you see that 'snow' appearing in the image? That's caused by individual radioactive ions escaping from the uranium. It's warm to the touch and very pliable. See how easily it's bending? Compare that to how much force I had to use to flatten out that tungsten cube last week, remember how that took both hands?
"Anyway, I know what you're going to ask,"
*voice clip of Snake from metal gear solid saying 'But how does it taste?'*
"Well, we're going to find out! I'm just going to tear off a tiny bit here... Hmm. The taste and texture is similar to lead, but warm and a little fizzy. That would be from those escaping ions hitting the skin cells of my tongue and bouncing off. I'd better spit this out quickly, if one of those bounces back into the uranium it could-
*a loud but muffled explosion sound is heard*
"Okay, so that was what's called a fission reaction! A little nuclear explosion went off in my mouth! That was certainly a new experience, I don't think I want to do that again. It wasn't nearly as much fun as the lava I ate back in the Hawaii video.
"Well, I'm going end this one here and get all these things ready for the next part of their journey. Stay tuned for part 2, where we see what happens when I throw the world's entire nuclear arsenal into the sun! As always, stay safe, stay curious, and have a Super day!"
You are constantly mocked for having such a weird superpower by all the other heroes. “The power to make anything into perfectly cooked soup”… One day, a massive meteor is barreling towards earth. As all the other heroes are panicking, you wait perfectly calm, at the impact zone, bowl in hand.
The hardest part was, you thought, picking what kind of soup. A cold soup, obviously. You were going to be standing at the impact site, and there wasn't a bowl big enough to carry all of that soup. Or at least, none you had in your cupboard. It was going to be hot enough as it was, you didn't need soup burns on top of it.
You had tried to get someone to listen to you. To maybe take you closer, so there was less atmosphere compression. You'd heard that was an issue, that the atmosphere in front of the meteor would compress and the heat and friction was what caused other meteors to flash through the sky. Something like that.
Skyman would have been perfect to bring you up. He could create atmospheric bubbles. And fly. Perfect for creating oxygen voids to knock out villains. He'd used it on you, back in high school, enough to give you a reputation for low blood pressure, but never enough to get caught. It had been funny, to bully Soupy.
But Skyman wouldn't listen. He didn't even pick up his phone. You'd gotten his number at the field trip to Hero Quarters, and you'd been put in a group together. The whole group had been instructed to share numbers, so no one would get lost. You'd gotten lost anyways. You'd never used the number, until last week when the meteor was first detected.
You could see him, kinda. He was up there, doing his best to slow the meteor. Him and the others And it was working well enough that you could see the meteor approach, rather than just a flash and instant death. That would be Inertia, probably. She could slow an object, but it would keep it's momentum. Useful for pulling civilians out of the way of a bullet. Less useful when the Earth itself couldn't be moved.
At least the atmosphere had some time to move away. It was starting to get hot, but you weren't roasted.
It had been a stupid idea, probably. To do this. To stand and stare at certain death. But you thought, hey. At least if I stand at the impact site, I'll die first. You would probably rather do that, having tried, than not try and deal with the predicted century of winter. You've never done well with the cold.
The meteor was closer now. Close enough that Magma was the first to spot you. She was trying to melt the meteor, but wasn't having much luck. Something that an entire atmosphere couldn't vaporize wasn't going to be overly fussed about a little stream of fire.
She was shouting at you. You couldn't hear, probably because of the atmospheric compression. You could guess what she was saying though, and you didn't know why she thought that moving now would help. At all. Even if you ran, you wouldn't make it.
Closer and closer. The bowl was pointless, maybe. Again, you didn't own a bowl big enough to contain the entire meteor. But at the end of this, the least you deserved was a bowl of soup.
Which brought you again to what kind. Gazpacho? Or maybe borscht? You've never tried a fruit soup, although you've heard they were very good. But, hm, you weren't sure you were feeling like a dessert. Something savoury. The place near your house made a delicious naengmyeon. Hopefully you'd be able catch the noodles alright.
A streak of light to your left caught your eye. You recognized that blue of colour. It was heading directly at you. Hurriedly, you turned the ground in front of The Zap into avocado soup. Hopefully the creaminess would slow him down.
It was starting to get very very hot, even with Inertia slowing things down. You tried turning the atmosphere into cold peach soup, which worked? Somehow? It was cooler now at least. More sticky though.
Almost in range. Two hundred meters, you just needed it to get to two hundred meters away.
Or a bit closer. You did want to be able to catch your noodles.
At fifty meters, the meteor vanished with a GLOOP.
Starman, Inertia, Magma and the others weren't able to stop in time, but their crash landings were cushioned by the noodles and the beef. They went to the hospital, but none of them died.
You ended up with a nice bowl of naengmyeon and accolades. Every country wanted to give you a medal. You travelled for a while, and tried as much soup as you could, so you could make your favourites again later. Hilariously, and somewhat uselessly, you were given a soup bowl large enough to bathe in by three different countries. You weren't sure what you'd use it for, now that the meteor was gone. Maybe you could donate it to a soup kitchen.
Maybe you could start a soup kitchen.
Starman never apologized. It was likely he didn't remember you. But that was alright. You would forever treasure the look on his face when the meteor exploded into broth and noodles. And also the photo that some idiot war journalist had taken of you, holding out your soup bowl, while all the other heroes face planted around you. They'd given you a framed copy.
I had a bad dream last night where there was this supervillain who was absorbing people, and he also got the powers of anyone he absorbed, so he was getting more and more powerful
and then he came after me and my family. one of my siblings could walk through walls, and I could turn into whatever material I touched. It was a bad ending, he got us. :(
and then I had a different dream for a bit, and then started having this same dream again. did not like that I was having the same stressful dream again. the details were different but the setup was the same, and now me and my parents and one sibling were running for our lives
and then. an idea.
the supervillain had just gotten superspeed, and he did a super-fast slide in front of us to cut us off, and was about to grab one of us to absorb, but I held up a finger "Wait!" I said quickly. "You can only have one power at once!"
He did not believe me, so I said, "You absorbed someone with invisibility, right? turn invisible."
He tried, and failed.
And then the focus of the dream was arguing about semantics and how his power should work, rather than running for our lives. If he absorbed us now, it wouldn't do him much good, because the powers wouldn't stack anymore, so he was trying to convince us that he really COULD have multiple powers.
He was very grumpy that I had nerfed him. But I told him, "This is my dream, it will follow my rules."
also at one point I mused "hm I wonder what happens to the people he absorbs" and then a speedster popped out of thin air a few feet away and ran off. "Ah-hah!" I declared. "You displace them in time, and they are okay after!"
he did not like that either.
the Teleporters Limited club currently includes:
Ender: can only teleport short distances, to places they could have gotten to physically. Teleporting includes a small purple bampf cloud. (mostly?) nonverbal. (absolutely saw endermen and went "!!!! it's me!")
can teleport to friends
twins able to trade places (also have twin telepathy)
can always go home
can teleport places only once. (the exact space they occupied on arrival. they've been carefully arranging incoming teleports to fit as many as possible in frequently visited areas)
can teleport up to 30 feet, with a five minute cooldown. (1.2 inches per second). Has a sort of radar in the available range, only able to tell empty space vs solid (can teleport into vs can't)
Steve: can teleport to certain saved locations, but in order to teleport must fall asleep. Locations are saved also by falling asleep. (both saving and going to a location are done intentionally, not unconsciously)
if they can point on a (physical) map to both their current location and where they wanna go, they can teleport there
whenever they go somewhere on their own power (walk, ride bike, etc. no cars or being carried), the exact space they pass through gets added to a map. they have X amount of distance, and teleporting takes the shortest path on that map. spaces they didn't travel through cannot be part of the path. I might draw a comic to explain this one better sometime
the faster they're moving the futher they can teleport. one way they build up speed is to teleport straight up and let gravity do the work
can teleport only if nobody is looking either at them or at where they're going
can teleport only to places they can currently see
Blink, who appears to teleport but instead freezes time, is a member of both the Teleporters Limited club and the speedsters club.
after further consideration I have tweaked this one:
whenever they go somewhere on their own power (walk, ride bike, etc. no cars or being carried), the exact space they pass through gets added to a map. they have X amount of distance, and teleporting takes the shortest path on that map. spaces they didn't travel through cannot be part of the path.
it's less a teleportation thing and more a fast-travel. superspeed perhaps. the general concept of the map is still the same but instead of being just a toggle of "have been here" vs haven't, it's a measure of how much time they've spent occupying this space. like wearing grooves. the more times they've been in one particular spot, the longer they've stayed there, the faster and more easily they can move through it.
really familiar places like around their house, they can pretty much just instantly teleport around. places they haven't been before, normal speed. in the middle, you got more of a superspeed kinda deal
this is why car travel seems not to add anything to the map, they're moving too fast for it to make much of an impression. going the same route regularly, though, that'll eventually add up.
making chicken nuggets
Chef's currently not in the clubhouse, so they decided Nomni's their best option for determining if the nuggets are done, seeing as they're the only one who can safely eat both potentially undercooked chicken and stuff directly out of boiling oil