LSD weed ecstasy

I fell off my bike one 2 many times as a kid and now i have knee scars

[suncraftedsoul]

Sunny at ur service 🔆

21 ! Genderfluid ! Mexican American !!

THE GATE THE SOUL THE TUNNELS

THE MIRROR THE WORLD

[allssswelll]

What happened in the Avengers Tower?

How I got my powers: the failed experiment

The following is a transcript of the live broadcast from NY1 on January 30th, 2014:

“Following the breaking news of the day as there was an explosion on the Avengers Tower earlier today, apparently on the creation of an experiment of the sorts. The explosion was brightly coloured, “chaotic” as new yorkers around the area said, and there has been some reports that some parts of the street around the building changed, what they now call a “glitch”, and there are what has been decided to be called “residue” as there is a colorful liquid that looks like oil leakages on some parts of the streets where it even melted what the liquid was on. This includes parts of the street, but gladly no person harmed. No one from the Avengers has come forward to give us an explanation yet, but we’ll be sure to report on the first notice of this….”

It was supposed to be simple; a little testing of the infinity stones, very, very, very, super simple. Use radioactivity, Tony said, fuck no, Bruce replied. I wanted to see the stones up close, after all, they brought them in for a two hour analysis and then they would be gone forever. Strange gave them this one favor with a super simple plan: examine them. But not simple when my dad wanted to see a little bit of what they were capable of. I was curious too, so I brought in Uranium. But Bruce was right (as he mostly is but we don’t tell him so), radioactive products on the stones would be very dangerous, who knows what it could do?

We didn’t care, as always, my dad gave a greatly scientific excuse that made Bruce change his mind, and we got the lab ready. They went behind the window they use for extremely dangerous experiments, something that had vibranium on it for extreme security. I told them I was going to change the valves for the uranium hexafluoride. They thought I told them I was going for something else, they were so indulged on the thing that they opened the valves and the gas reacted with the stones. I noticed and was about to run to get out of there, but the whole thing exploded.

I woke up a week later and I never was the same. The uranium hexafluoride made the infinity stones merge into something chaotic and attach into the only living form: me. After many experiments to try and get it out of me, nothing worked, the power and the radiation merged with my blood, it was irreversible. And the package came with new abilities for me; I was able to distort reality, manipulate cosmic energy, disrupt structures, accelerate decay, and many more things. From then on, I trained and then became a new member of The Avengers: Entropy

(Entropy: natural tendency of the universe to move from an ordered, predictable state to a disordered, random one.)

[feralamb]

sinners pretending to be holy, their fingers black with oil and shame.

[suncraftedsoul]

Nawing at the bars of my enclosure. let me in !! Give me more !!

[supergirlss]

shiftblr needs a cleanse because there's too many transphobes and you're all fucking stupid and pathetic

[fadeintomia222]

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ' it's no wonder every ㅤㅤㅤㅤ man in town, has neither fought, nor found you ' maria 'mari' lucielle stewerts / 33 / a trusted associate & right-hand woman to the vdl gang / low-down criminal / 'it's only a gamblin' problem if you're losing' / snake @ heart

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤas a child, maria never understood the world around her. not in a way that she was unaware, or 'dumb', but simply angry, & confused. in her mind, she would stay attempting to logicalize every single injustice, trying to make understanding of the countless instances she had faced. whether it be her mother's blame inevitably falling on her for her families wrongdoings, or her father's reoccuring ignorance in her views on life, she always felt as if she knew more than others, as if she understood the world in a way nobody else seemed to. she constantly found herself feeling like she was the only one with both a life and a mind of her own, both living & thinking for herself, and not for somebody else with a 'higher power'.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmaria never liked the rich & powerful. that was something she never had to ponder on, she'd always felt that way, deep in her core. despite her growing up in a bustling, populated city, her youth was filled with days & nights worrying about money that had never even touched her fingertips, and being a witness & reason for meaningless wishes and unheard prayers for a better life. despite all of this, she found herself craving to be the same things she mindlessly & unquestionably hated throughout her whole childhood. but then again— can you blame her? living the life that she had, of course you'll want what you lacked. so by the age of 23, she found herself in the underground illegal gambling business. days & nights, she observed the rich & greedy men and women she both resented & wished to be one day. she knew she could— keeping watch of every move they played, every card they shuffled, all the winning plays, the seamless rigs before big games, both the anger after a loss, and the celebrations after a win. she played it smart & safe, watching from the bar, or the outskirts of the main tables rather than playing herself, getting a good look at what exactly she was getting herself into.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤten years later, and her experience with the business is completely different. after years of perfecting her strategies, she has found herself to be one of the best around, known for her seemingly-natural charisma, her genuine love for the game, making big, obnoxious, intimidating bets, and somehow— getting even bigger payouts. she always tries to make sure a chunk of this money goes to the poor & less fortunate, making her that much different from the individuals she spends her days & nights with. after a scare with the law, she decided it would be best to get a nice, unsuspecting day job nearby, just to keep her reputation(s) clean. when she saw the doctor's office in the town next over: valentine, was hiring, she immediately knew it was the perfect choice.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤafter about two months of working at the doctor's office, she had a run in with the infamous outlaw arthur morgan. he had just gotten into a fight with a feller named tommy from across the street down at the saloon, a fight in which he won— barely. maria strikes up a conversation as she patches him up which leads him to vaguely tell her about his life, & the gang. after a couple more questions, he also goes on to tell her about his distrust for a man named micah bell. after patching him up for what seems to be at least 25 minutes, she hears a knock on the door of the office. she sees two men from the pinkerton detective agency right outside. she discreetly tells arthur to hide, and walks right out of the room they we're in, almost unnaturally casual, immediately striking up a conversation with the two detectives. after a few minutes of talking, mr. milton, and mr. ross, write down names on paper, & ask her if she's heard any of these names, or seen any of the gang members they mentioned. despite them not mentioning micah, she decides it'd be a good idea to ask about him, as a gut instinct seems to be telling her to. after she improv's a story, & asks them about a "mr. bell", they go on to tell her that he had been 'heroically' helping them with their search, despite him being in the same gang they were restlessly searching for. she displayed faux relief at this information, falsely claiming happiness to know someone's helping them, and wished the pinkertons luck in their search. after they left, she called on arthur & told him to go to the gang and tell them exactly what he'd heard, though that went without saying. after some quicker-than-appreciated thank you's, he was off.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤonly three months down the line, and maria stewerts is one of the most looked up to, respected, & high ranking members in the gang. her firm, unshakeable role as the right-hand woman, her unexplained, highly consistent cash-flow, her charming, intimidating persona, and her undeniable saviourism from both the pinkertons and micah bell alike are all part of the 'heroic' woman she's both seen as, & claimed to be in the gang. she keeps this image up, despite her drinking, gambling, smoking, and the many other undeniably bad habits she keeps from the others. she typically goes out at night, coming back in the late hours of the evening or the early morning, always coming back with a nice stack of cash that she puts in the donations box as silently as she can, although, she usually just gets a hotel room if she deems her return as 'too late'. she leaves camp a lot more than the others, especially the women, which leads them to ask her about the things she gets into that they deem as 'adventures'. she, of course, would never tell them about her self-admitted, down-right degenerate activities, and though despite everyone here being a criminal, she has a image to uphold. besides— she doesn't need those poor girls worrying about her more than they already do.

🏷 ; @chthonic--cowboy @shiftinginferno @miyaaraii @l22na4 @tigertoniiaa @featherandstars @dizzys-not-dead @syvyns @3dennnx3 @sorashifting @suncraftedsoul

[overdseer]

Welcome to Metropolis. The City of Tomorrow. Home of Superman & Spectra.

It's the 80s or the 90s ! And In that city, one woman has become its brightest light... Iris Morrow, an award-winning Daily Planet journalist whose relentless pursuit of truth made her a legend long before she ever donned a costume.

Morrow's life changed forever when a catastrophic explosion at a rogue S.T.A.R. Labs facility bonded her with the primordial Genesis Particle, rewriting her biology into a sentient vessel of structured photonic energy and giving birth to the hero known as Spectra.

As Spectra, she wields the power of solid-light constructs, photonic manipulation, and even the ability to read the history carried by ambient photons; she is the ultimate investigative force within her light & truth.

And at the heart of her story lies her greatest anchor: her husband, Patrick "Eel" O'Brian, also known as Plastic Man, the stretchy, chaotic, yet hopelessly devoted partner who balances her light with his stretch.

MIND REPEATING THAT ?

MORE INFO...

THE JOURNALIST

PROJECT GENESIS

WOMAN OF LIGHT

THE STRETCH ♡

APT. 222

BULLETIN BOARD

HER CASSETTE TAPES

WHAT'S ON THE DAILY PLANET ?

MEET THE PAPER

STORIES FROM METROPOLIS...

THE INTERN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH !

MORE ON THE UNIVERSE...

THE PEOPLE OF METROPOLIS

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[suncraftedsoul]

In the least weird way I can make this ; You've had me stalking ur page for updates.

You have me hooked. I'm invested.

Ur living a very intresting second(?) life !!

[valleeslunaires]

            ɴᴏᴡ  ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ  -  sun bleached files  by  ethel cain

                           SUPERNATURAL intro  𓏲ּ𝄢

est. 2010

AMALIA WARREN was born in the small town of Bridgeport, CT. Since the beginning her childhood wasn't easy. The first daughter of the Warren couple, the most famous demonologists in the world. When she was born, her parents hadn't started taking cases yet, even though they had gone through paranormal experiences. Then, when the Warren started taking cases and travelling around the country, Amalia spent most of the days being taken care by her grandmother.

When Amalia was 5, her mother got pregnant again. Lorraine did a small pause on their paranormal cases during the mid phase of her pregnancy, then on January 11, 1993... Loraine gave birth to the young Judy. It wasn't an easy labor, she was a still-born for a whole minute before suddenly start breathing.

Just like Amalia, Judy also spent her days with their grandma while their parents took cases, now even out of the USA. But something differed both sisters... Judy inherited their mother's clairvoyance and sensitivity to the supernatural, meanwhile Amalia was normal. Didn't see or hear anything unusual.

Even not being a good thing, Amalia felt some jealousy towards her sister, Judy was special in everything since she was born and Amalia... well, normal.

Due to their parents absence, Amalia took advantage of that freedom to do things a teenage girl shouldn't be doing. At home, Amalia got more and more distant from her little sister. The Warren's got more and more popularity due to the paranormal cases, that made the world's eyes turn not just to the couple but also to the whole family; affecting both the girls.

On Amalia's graduation day, she had everything planned. Her parents would attend it along her sister and grandparents... but that wasn't what happened. She was excited, sure things would go as planned except her parents didn't show up on time to watch her walk and when they finally made it... chaos fell over her head. Reporters at the door trying to get a glimpse of the Warren's personal life, classmates making joke about Amalia... on that day, she took the decision of moving out to study Law in Oxford.

During a summer break from college, Amalia went to Spain for a few days, there she met Dean. They lived an affair for the time he was there, but neither him or her mentioned their jobs or family. It was supposed to be just a small affair, nothing serious. When Dean left, he made a promise they’d keep in touch… but when Amalia tried to call him, the number didn’t exist anymore. Dean never called her back.

In 4 years of college, Amalia never visited her family. She, then, graduated from college and decided going back to her hometown as a surprise for her parents but also she had this feeling she needed to go back to that city. Like an inner voice telling her there was something unfinished in there.

The Warren’s ended up being called for a case and she decided going with them, she had never seen them working in real life and even though she still felt some grudge, she was open to giving them a chance to get back the time lost … her dad didn’t want her to go, the last thing Ed wanted was his daughters getting into this paranormal world, let alone taking them to one of their cases. But Amalia was never the rule-follower type, she wanted to go and she would.

While her parents were checking the house, two people arrived… two men carrying a FBI ID which was an unusual thing... why the hell would the FBI get involved in a case like this? At worst scenario, it was a case for the church and at best scenario... it was just a house structure issue. When the door opened, two guys were standing outside... one of them Amalia thought she'd never ever see again. Dean was standing on the door with his brother by his side, Sam.

Now, while Amalia deals with figuring out she might not be so normal as she thinks, she agrees on working with the Winchester brothers in some cases in exchange they help her on finding out why a specific demon wants so much to get to her.

[suncraftedsoul]

God i love supernatural shifters. So creative. I love I love

[suncraftedsoul]

Guys. guys, guys, guys im begging you.

If ur ever wondering if u should make a post 4 ur DRs, know the answer is always YES !! YES PLS !

i absolutely hearing abt them, so so so much.

I dont care how cringe to be cringe is to be free !!! and im trying 2 snort ur guys' DR intros like im doing back 2 back lines off a woman's ass in Vegas

Politely ofc ! (o´3`o)

[nanberee]

BEREE'S BATMAN DR - INTRODUCTION

• | NOW SHOWING:

nasha wayne is the orphaned golden child of the late martha and thomas wayne; they, her parents, were lost to a violent robbery on crime alley one miserable night. she is famously referred to as the "enigmatic princess of gotham," and true to her title, the public isn't privy to a lot of information on the girl, much to their chagrin. here are the key details about her that are readily available for anyone who's curious:

born in gotham city in 2006 to the well-known couple who were practically gotham royalty, nasha's life was already set for her to become the heir of her family's company. raised in a way you'd typically expect from the old money crowd, she was surrounded by the rich family friends of the waynes and had gone to exclusive parties and galas of the gotham elites since childhood. nasha was registered, naturally, at the prestigious private school that is gotham academy.

things just kept getting better for her and her parents, especially with renowned philanthropist, physician, and head of wayne enterprises thomas wayne running for mayor. favored by the people, it's undeniable that he was on track to win in 2017; sadly, that would be the very same year he and his wife would meet their demise, leaving their 11 year old daughter behind to be cared for by their staff, most notably their butler and mr. wayne's valet, alfred pennyworth. with nasha still being a kid at the time and therefore not possessing any of the qualities required to be the head of the company, wayne enterprises was overseen by one of the board members for the next several years before she's able to take up the position.

in 2022, nasha graduated from the academy at just 16 and went to pursue a degree in psychology at princeton university; she would then graduate from there much earlier in spring 2025. after that, the wayne heir made the unprecedented move of donating a huge chunk of her family's money to various charities in gotham and in the state of new jersey at large, much to the shock of the people.

during the only press conference nasha did at that time, she said, "i wouldn't step up to take my father's place yet, and i have my reasons. know that i'm well aware of my status and that i agree no one in the world needs to be a billionaire, so i'll continue doing what i can to help the causes i believe in." however, the period after that whole ordeal, from december of 2025 to the first few months of 2031, is currently the most mysterious question mark in nasha wayne's life. it was suspected she went abroad somewhere when she disappeared from the face of the earth.

now, at 25, the gotham darling has come back, looking better than ever, as chair of wayne enterprises; she has appointed lucius fox, a friend of hers, as ceo. also, it has been confirmed that she earned a master's degree in criminology and criminal justice at the university of oxford during her disappearing act, but that still leaves some room for huge chunks of time not spent on studying. so far, none have come forward to give any ideas as to what activities she indulged in.

in any case, her first action taken upon return was to help numerous charities, thus committing to what she'd declared at 19, but what's different is that she also held a gala to invite other affluent people in the city to participate. it was practically a miracle that all went well in that godforsaken place because while the good done by the princess has sparked hope in many people's hearts, the numbers don't lie: crime is still all the way up in the notoriously rotten gotham. is there really any hope?

• | DIRECTOR'S CUT:

indeed, the public is right to be suspicious of nasha's activities and whereabouts before her mysterious return. what they don't know won't kill them, though:

she realized she wants to fight against crime but knew she still has to be the head of her family's company, so nasha spent the past 6 years traveling the world in order to gain skills and knowledge in various martial arts and combat training techniques. sure, going down the secret-identity-vigilante route sounds laughable, and it could be argued it's only for selfish, vengeful reasons, but she wants to believe she's not just doing it for herself; it's for the people of gotham too. the only problem was she's no superpowered being, unlike those guys she saw on television and in the newspapers.

fortunately, she had the brains and the money, which meant access to multiple resources, especially technology. eventually, with the right help (cough, lucius, cough), a suit was made, which was designed by her to look like a perfect fit for a tall, muscular man. it's the best of all disguises; no one would immediately suspect that she's a woman underneath. plus, it looked cool with the bat symbol and ears that she added, so her alias would have to be related to that creature, obviously. alfred suggested "the gotham bat," which is... something, but "batman" in particular scratches nasha's brain just right; it sounds way catchier.

instead of wanting bruce as an s/o, my mind went, "nah, i'm literally him. it's me, the gotham knight who the gotham villains drool over in their own unique ways." i didn't want to be a guy though, but i also didn't want to be batwoman, i wanted drama, and then i remembered i saw this comment under a dispatch fanart of a genderbent robert; they had this fun idea of her still being mechaman, which makes everyone thinks she must be a dude. just perfect.

anywho, i've been on this intro's ass for roughly 9 days, for the proofreading and editing perfectionist maniac in me's my nemesis. like, just post it already; it is not that serious (kinda is). i'm still pulling the "english is not my first language" card to shield my writing here, however. i made a lil edit as well (not the best but was very fun to make). the audio's strange gateway by slowerpace. love ya to anyone who eats this up!

[suncraftedsoul]

new mutual unlocked raaaaah. love your monster hunter dr, you're very cool!

Mutuals ! Mutuals !!!

YOU are soo cool !

Saw ur account & immediately stalked LMAO.

Currently scarfing down ur Batman DR. Feeding me v well ^^

I CANNOT wait for u 2 post abt ur resident evil & silent hill DRs. also dispatch

I will be sitting patiently 4 it. Right next 2 the door like a dog waiting 4 their owner 2 come back home <3

[angelicshifts]

Abraham Van Helsing is famously believed to be the first recorded hunter in all of history, every known descendant is revered by the hunting community. What most common men fail to realise is that there's more to this bloodline than meets the eye, it's linked to a centuries old entity.

All of them hunters who lived for the job and died for it too. I'm no exception.

BUT, WHO AM I?

It technically doesn't matter. I could be someone else and this story would play out similarly. In fact, it has. Maybe not word for word. But, stories tend to repeat themselves when they're being written by the same deranged person. You can call it a coincidence, or intentional. A way to mirror a character's life, someone to understand them better than anyone else. Call it a synchronicity or an easter egg.

Heaven tends to royally screw up everyone involved. I happen to be one of these people, just like anyone else could be.

You see, being a Van Helsing means more than legacy. It means you're a potential vessel for a certain angel of death. The Angel of Death. That's what most are unaware of.

My father was the last known vessel. I was meant to take his place. Instead, I have been on the run for ten years—and counting.

Life on the road wasn't easy, especially for someone who hasn't been properly socialised. All I've ever done since I can recall is train to be a hunter. That's anything a Van Helsing is good for.

Except, it makes no sense. My father had no hunting training, he didn’t even believe in the supernatural. At least, that's what my mother told me. I have never actually met him. He'd stop by our house sometimes, but he was never himself. He was always the Van Helsing.

I don't know what he expected me to do after seeing what he'd done to my father. But, I wasn't going to let him have me. I didn't know why I was so important back then. Hell, I'm still not sure. All I know is that he cannot possess me without my permission. I hold onto that fact like it's a lifeline because, if I don't, I become vulnerable to his relentless manipulation. It doesn't matter how far I run, he always finds me.

He has found another vessel. He's not the only one who watches. I keep an eye on him too.

Things got even more complicated when I was approached by a man named John Winchester. I had heard his name before, in passing. Ellen had mentioned him before, so had the Van Helsing. I don't know why I trusted him. I never trust, it's one of my character flaws. I suppose I got lenient.

He stabbed me in the back—figuratively speaking—and stole something of mine. If you had any respect for me, you probably lost it just now. Or, perhaps, I'm projecting since this made me lose all my self-respect.

This event, singular, insignificant, brought me into the circle of the Winchesters. I wanted revenge. I had been chagrined. So, I did what hunters do best, and hunted them. I didn't find John at first, but I found his sons.

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[lovlyreality]

© MAZE RUNNER DR

ELEANOR

can ' t remember anything . seriously , the only thing she does remember is waking up in a box , and then she somehow ended up as a ' climber ' trying to get out of a maze . the maze itself was harsh . it was made up of all ice and it was vertical , meaning the girls had to use ice picks to climb it . oh , and the temperature was below 0° , meaning the girls were at constant risk of hypothermia . the worst thing might have been the monsters , though . they crawled through the maze to get to the girls , often causing them to fall and plummet to their untimely deaths , or they were stung and brought to an untimely death .

then , a man came up in the box after two years of eleanor being in the maze , and they escaped . when they got out , eleanor was separated and sent with a group of boys , but at least aris from her maze was there as well .

[suncraftedsoul]

I walked into the dream of a girl from another reality

Before we start i want to preface:

This story isnt insanely spectacular. It happened in a dream and my memories are a bit fogged over.

I lucid dream often but have never dreamwalked like this b4

However, i still do think this is something the community might enjoy.

Dream TLDR: A monster is in the forest. Me and 3 other people are hiding in a 50 story tall fire lookout when the monster send its little shit children to attack us. Thus triggering my lucidity.

Now, the way i ground myself in lucid dreams is simple. I just scream "I AM DREAMING I AM DREAMING" at everyone and everything until it sticks.

So, sit and imagine me, sunny, ascending down into the forest, threating to kick a monsters ass and shouting at the world that im dreaming.

Imagine the world around me morphing into a different place. The thick forest is now just two rows of trees on either side of the path im walking on.

Im now surrounded by neatly mowed grass and what looks like housing. Still shouting abt being in a dream i hear a girl shout back at me that she's also dreaming.

I stop dead in my tracks. Thinking my dream is fucking with me, so skeptical I shout back "no.. im dreaming. Like im a human being, from earth, in reality"

Her yelling "yeah, i am too" back.

I Pickachu face before sprinting over the the buildings where she is at - obviously - then start hounding her with questions. Who she is, her name, age, where shes from; anything that could help me identify her when I wake up

She starts answering back. I dont remember what her name was but I do remember she said she was 22 and from California.

Im kind of freaking out because ive never dream walked before, so im like "you do realized we just dream walked into eachothers shit right ???"

She seemed less fazed than I was as shes answering questions, and conversating with me. Then she slips in that Tyler the Creator is her dad.

What.

My thoughts go 'oh my god. my dream is fucking with me.' And, like one does, I confront her. "Tyler the creator is not a dad."

She pauses looks up at me like im stupid and goes, "uhm, what ??? yeaah, i am."

Still convinced she's a part of my dream i fact check her. "No, ur not ? A. Tyler isnt a father and B. He isnt even old enough to have a 22 year old daughter"

Girl was bewildered, "Yes. He. Is ??? Hes 46 ??"

Thats when it hit me. "Holy shit. Youre from another reality."

Her staring at me like im clinically fucking insane, "what the fuck are you talking abt"

I give her a rundown of my reality & the concept of reality shifting. I watch her face; skeptical but slowly understanding what I'm saying and just as she begins speaking i woke up.

Booted out of the dream b4 anymore answers. unfortunate.

Like I said. Not a spectacular story but felt like a pretty spectacular moment.

Talking to someone from another reality through a shared dream feels pretty insane.

I thought it might intrigued some of you - potentially some of you having similar experiences - potentially some of you getting a bit inspired by the whole dream walking aspect of it.

Either way, thanks 4 listening. Sunny out. Muah muah <3

[suncraftedsoul]

MHA DR - FIRST BATTLE

Its mid-day on a Wednesday. Im 16 in Manhattan, New York.

My mom having brought us for some heroes banquet she had to attend.

It was a very nice day. 80°, nice breeze, clear sky's, a bit crowded.

Im walking down 51st street on my way to meet a friend at a burger place. Im about, maybe, roughly 15-25? yards from hitting 5th Avenue when i hear it echo.

boom. boOm. boOM. BOOM

Within seconds

A huge smash. The ground rumbles. Air pressure so strong it blows me and everything and everyone around me back. Glass shattering everywhere.

I get a few moments of air time then full pavement skid abt 10 yards b4 slamming into a wall behind me.

Horrible road rash on my left side, absolutely bleeding, definitely feels like someone just scrubbed hot sauce into my skin with a cheese grater.

And as I look up, all I see is a car coming straight at me. Landing just inches away from crushing me; having wedged itself between the sidewalk and the wall above me.

Clearly my heart sank straight into my ass. Seeing a 2000lbs object nearly final destination your shit is terrifying.

So, as the super strong, super powerful, totally nonchalant and badass hero that i am, I did the obvious thing.

I lost my shit.

I scurry my ass from under that car, and didnt even think twice before I started running back the way i came like a little bitch.

I was literally 16 its really not that hard to believe.

Until I heard the screaming and crying. My brain began to process what was around me.

Cars had piled up, you could smell the gas and rubber and smoke. People frantic. Some running, some trying to pry eachother out of the wreckage. The people screaming for help - some trapped under the rubble, in their cars, in the buildings.

Then looking up to see Beam! A hero who manipulates the light she siphons & stores in her body with Granax! A hero who manipulates the gravity of things around his body - both in active combat against this gigantic red guy with blistering skin.

A battle that is showing zero signs of stopping. Beam! and Granax! working to keep blister guy in place.

This is the moment the gravity of the situation hit.

Two heroes struggling to keep this ginormous villian from bulldozing his way through Manhattan. The one area they are able to hold him back is crowded with people who are injured, likey not able to escape and as luck would have it, there are no other heroes in sight.

Deep breath, calm down, get your shit together.

I remind myself that I have been trained. That I am someone fully capable of helping out in this situation. That it would be royally fucked up to just leave in a moment like this.

Then I heard her. The person in the car that almost crushed me had woken up and was freaking out.

I pushed through my internal fear & started making my way around, pulling as many people out as I could. Un-injured people in the buildings around us coming over to help move them towards safety.

While me and this calico cat lady are carrying someone away I watch Blister guy launch Beam! down 5th Avenue and then slam Granax! straight into the ground.

As I watched him get ready to barrel his way down the direction he threw Beam, my body moved.

I lassoed a chain around one of his legs, sank some blades into his skin, stapling the chain in place and increased the weight.

His leg locked down - i then used another chain to zip in closer so I'd do less damage, then repeated.

I wrapped around the arm with Granax, sunk the blades in, and as i start to add weight, blister guy used the chain to whip me off of him and straight down 51st. Simultaneously letting go of Granax in the process.

Thus allowing me to, very messily, reel him in closer to me, and away from blister face. His body colliding with mine mid-air.

Honestly at this point everything id done was pure luck. The whiplash from being thrown was crazy and I had barley caught onto Granax. None of it really even processesing.

Granax is also like a 200 pound man, Im surprised I didnt break anything when he slammed into me. Genuinely took all the air out of my lungs. It was awful.

We somehow, someway managed to get launched through a window into one of the buildings instead of sticky hand splattering of against the brick wall (plot armor 4 the win)

Im gonna be real with you. I totally just layed there for a minute. Rethunk my life choices before getting up. Pretty sure this is also when I got a concussion bc the memory is gappy from here.

Granax was in rough shape. He wasn't gonna get up anytime soon. I just kind of patted him, sighed, then made my way towards the window & lowered myself down it on2 the ground.

I know that my second chain did increase in weight after he threw me bc he had started lugging them down 5th ave & left huge drag marks in the concrete (+ affected his speed thank god)

Im fucking tired at this point. So choosing the least physically exerting path, I just started using mindlink to give him the feeling of my fuckass concussion, focused his senses on the wounds he had and turned the pain up to 11.

He wasnt too happy about that. He lashed out, destroying whatever what in arms length but it kept him in place long enough for Beam! to come back.

Her being occupied by two other hero's. A duo. Gatekeeper! A hero who can create imaginary cages to lock people in and Sandman! A hero who can make anybody he touches fall asleep.

Them obviously taking care of the rest from there. Gatekeeper! able to swiftly lock him up since he was stuck in place anyway, thus giving way 4 Sandman! to touch his chained down leg. Beam! Immediately coming over to check if I was okay.

As Beam! is trying to looking me over. I lead her towards where Granax! is, point up at the window we smashed through and plopped my ass down on the ground.

She was LIVID that no other heroes showed up and that I had gotten wrapped up in the fighting due to it.

I guess blister guy (who i later learn was a man named Cadence Laural) was running rampant for 20 whole minutes b4 hitting 5th Avenue with nobody around & anybody answering her or Granax's calls for backup. *in the middle of Manhattan nonetheless*

She was yelling at everybody who showed up after the battle had taken place

Granax regained consciousness in the building as the ambulances arrived but had multiple broken bones & some interal bleeding. So he was not gonna be moving.

Saved only by his quirks ability to manipulate gravity - preventing him from becoming road paste the moment Cadence crushed him into the ground.

Beam was running purely on anger and adrenaline. Badly injured herself.

My mom came quickly, sharing in the annoyance of the situation & lack of action taken. Her going around and doing what she does best; Rescue & recovery. Healing peoples wounds.

I later learned

Cadence Laural's rage quirk had been mutated, causing him to grow larger and blister. Loosing his ability to see clearly, think clearly or stay calm.

Communications were also down between heros during the time of the incident.

Heroes that would've normally been surveying the area had been sent to different parts of the city that day.

I was questioned. My mom given a fine for me, a 16 yr old kid, getting involved in & using my quirk against another person. She definitely argued it but still had to pay.

I did get some notoriety after the incident - "prohero HEALTH's kid caught on camera rescuing and fighting off a large villian" - it definitely didnt go unnoticed.

Unanswered questions never being answered

Life went on normally after that. Mom patched me up, we flew back to Chicago, I recovered for like a week and then went back to it. I wasnt involved with another battle again after that but did focus way more time to community action & started training my quirk for combat.

It was the moment I decided to become a hero after all.

[suncraftedsoul]

MHA DR - MY QUIRK

My mom was cooking when I manifested my quirk.

It wasnt special in anyway at all.

I was a weee little eight yr old & very interested in helping my mom cut up the meat and vegetables.

She absolutely was just trying to hurry up get dinner done because she kept shooing me away from the food.

I, however, was obviously not gonna let that stop me because the next thing I know a shitty knife is appearing in my hand. Im thinking "fuck yeah im in this bitch" as I swipe an onion and start chopping.

Que my mom's comedically slow 180 turn. Facing me as i chop away with a knife we dont own. A monotone "where'd u get that." then a swift "i made it" alongside, what my mom says was, 'gremlin laughter'.

Learning the details of my quirk didnt take long after that.

I could conjour different kinds of metal and manipulate its weight, size, shape, length, sharpness, density, how/where it moves, durability, etc.

       I can NOT manipulate metal that isnt mine (i am not magneto)

          My skin is durable against any cut made with a blade - but its only as durable as the sharpness of my own blades.

          If the metal I Conjour gets broken i'll feel the shock throughout my body

        The metal i create sort of dissolves (?) when i no longer want to use it but I can make it a permanent object if i want.

The metal I produce is unique to me. Sorta like a fingerprint.

       

Alr, Im gonna time skip a few years.

Its summer, in Arkansas & Im ten years old.

I was staying with my grandparents for the summer when it manifested

                                MindLink.

The quirk that will make the next 4 years absolutely miserable.

I dont remember much abt the day mindlink manifested other than the pain.

I remember being really stressed and then immediately having the most skull crushing headache imaginable.

I developed cluster headaches. My body woefully unprepared for the power of my quirk.

As I said, it took four whole years for me to get a grasp on mindlink.

Let me tell you what i learned.

MindLink allows me to basically connect to other peoples brain. Kinda like Bluetooth.

I can use it to alter peoples perception of reality. 

              I can manipulate senses; what someone can see, hear, taste, feel.

             I can give 'suggestions' to the mind (i am not like hitoshi. I can not control someones mind but can influence someone's thoughts/ decisions)

              It allows me to communicate telepathically or translate languages.

So far my quirk is more one sided, I can use it on others but need significantly more training to allow for two way interactions

I am assuming after more training I could enter in2 peoples minds, fully accessing thoughts, memories, subconscious', etc but I haven't gotten there yet.

Drawbacks of mindlink mainly come down to headaches, cluster headaches and migraines.

                If I use mindlink too little my body will get too weak to handle the quirk. So I have to keep a piece of it running at all times.

There is no such thing as 'turning off' MindLink.

               On the flip side if I use it too much my body takes it as a threat and starts pummling my brain.

Also, when I alter peoples perception of reality, mine is also effected. I view both the senses i alter and the senses rooted in reality at the same time.

Prolonged use of it can make my mind a little wonky, reality a bit distorted & my quirk a little testy.

          Lucky for me ive had 7 years to build the strength & stamina needed for my quirk. I can Link to a crowd of people without triggering headaches or overly distorting my reailty !

As you might be able to tell. Mindlink was a surprise, i was ten, I'd already developed a quirk a few years before hand & unlike my metal manifestation, mindlink has no relation to any of the quirks that run in my family.

So definitely a double wammy no one was prepared for.

[sixfeetblw]

メイヴン ☆ — DR FITS 👗🦇

I think it took 13-ish hours to put this all together? but it's supa cute so I'm not complaining lol. inspired by ccrystalyy on pintrest & tiktok, who also did this with their dr self! also, hi guys 👋 hope you're having a great day :)

[suncraftedsoul]

Love Love

[suncraftedsoul]

Monster Hunter DR - Cash

Basic info.

[Circa 2009]

Cash, my brother, is 21 & almost exactly year older than me

A human who is Joyfully oblivious to the supernatural around him.

He Believes in the supernatural but knows nothing of it's reality & i'd prefer 2 keep it that way.

Dinosaurs, nite life, car builds, photography,

Adult Swim, video games, companionship.

Cash isnt a big planner. Majority of his ideas are in the moment, drop everything, do right then right there. Often chaotic, always completely random. At any hour,, any day.

He has very little structure but still manages to be places on time.

Big partier, Designated Drinker.

Loves to drag me along with him so "he isnt alone".

He always invites more people. Its actually just so he can peer pressure me into getting drunk with him & his friends.

God the amount of times ive been drunk on the CTA w/ him.

My brother is the sweetest dipshit you'll ever meet.

He's emotional and clingy. Love language is acts of service and physical touch. He makes sure that the people around him feel loved & included by him.

A self proclaimed Meme lord. Yes. Meme lord. Its 2009 idk.

An extrovert who loves other peoples space.

Has no shame or embarrassment. Will embarrass himself in public just to embarrass you.

WWE takedowns in random places. Its, a very common occurrence. & yes. He does it anywhere. Everywhere.

Game night enthusiast. My brother loves a good game night. Board games, alcohol games, trivia, fucking bingo. Any multi-player game he can find he will host a game night.

He likes company.

The bad influence. The one who convinces groups of people 2 follow him & do insane shit. The guy who becomes friends with random strangers no matter where we're at.

Even the grouchy 60 yr old woman we met at the grocery store & somehow convinced her to drift his car.

Okay, okay.

Mental image of my brother.

Pale Mexican - 6'1" 190lbs

Very few tattoos - all but 2 are genuinely fucking stupid. All are gag tattoos. All are permanent. He absolutely loves them.

very much 2000s older brother

f.c. Miguel Fersou

ꉂ`𖦹. Boom ! ×*☆image•°+

Biochem Major @ northwestern.

Cash is actually very smart for how fucking dumb he is. I have absolutely no idea how he does it but he gets shit done.

Strangely good time management. Which is weird & funny.

If becoming a biologist doesn't work he can always count of a career as a comedian though.

Our uncle Tom had lots of influence on us

Plot armor maxxxed out