oh! I just noticed that Spark's hair isn't blue in the one panel, just when they're doing electricity things, that's super neat! and also yes I would like to see them explode a lightbulb please! from behind a protective barrier.
ooooh your supers sound super cool! please do tell more about them! what is the Ribbon, is it an Entity or an Object? looks like she can use it to fly?
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.)
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!
Astro Boy knocks on the wall next to Em's head.
"There's a new hero onboarding today."
Em tilts her head in an approximation of an eyeroll. "Any weapons training?" This is going to cut into his schedule for the week.
"I dunno," Astro Boy says. "They can eat rocks though, so a couple eggheads wanna do a comparative study on the two of you. You in?"
It doesn't require much consideration. There will be rocks. "Yes."
He follows Astro Boy to the adjacent bioengineering wing, where a room has been commandeered for the study. Scientists in white coats are milling around and clumping in groups; there is a folding table set up in the front of the room, with neatly labeled geological samples. There is another hero, presumably the new one, standing next to the table and talking to a woman with a notepad.
They are short and their hair has a curl to it. They spot Em as soon as she walks in and yelp, covering their mouth with their hands. "You don't have eyes!"
"Correct." Em drags a chair behind him to the folding table and sits. She folds her arms, pushing down the urge to poke in another eye. He does not need it.
The other hero mirrors his moves, pulling over a chair and leaning across the table. They are young, small and young.
"You're Em, right? Lady Arsenic told me that you're centuries old and you never sleep. It's crazy how you have so many powers!"
"My existence isn't a power," Em says. "Who are you?"
"I'm Nomni, and I can eat anything!" They do not sound like they are bragging.
One of the scientists claps and calls for everyone to find seats; Em is pretty sure his name is Duke. He leans over the table while scientists vie over seating, explaining the study. It's fairly simple — Em and Nomni taste each labeled geological sample in order, describe the taste, and rate how easy it was to eat. In essence, a free meal.
The first three samples are all powders. One is white and slightly soapy-tasting, one is blue and sweet and stinging, and the third is a chalky, flavorless clump. Em hopes that the scientists have not poisoned her. Nomni practically licks the plates clean.
The fourth sample, a beautiful green stone, is so bitter that Em cannot bring himself to swallow it. She pushes the plate away.
"Tastes like warheads ," Nomni says. "Can I have it?"
Em nods his assent, and both samples are consumed.
After another flavorless sample and a small salty moonstone, the scientists finally provide the stone that Em was hoping for.
Quartz!
Em keeps the sample in her cheek, sucking slowly. It's sweet, light, perfect.
Nomni frowns after one bite. "This tastes boring," they say. Another nibble, to be certain—
"Yeah, this tastes like nothing. I didn't know they even made things that taste like nothing."
A murmur runs through the scientists; this is the first dissenting opinion that Em and Nomni have offered.
The next sample is topaz, earthy and chewy. Em pushes away from the table. "I can't have anything harder than this," he says.
Nomni's head whips around. "What? We're having so much fun!"
"I don't want to break my teeth."
"You can break your teeth?"
Em purses her lips. This isn't a conversation he likes having. She waves away the next sample plate — it's ruby. They've been getting tougher the whole time. "This was nice. If you come with me I will give you a weapon."
He walks away, back to the lab, and Nomni follows.
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 //
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.
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.
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