#ive got thoughts

[foolsocracy]

what if dc was real and interesting and took advantage of marine physiologies to make cool and diverse gender systems in atlantis. what then

[sonoftheria]

[etho voice] b double o :)

[alienglowgarden]

yea I don't think I'm finishing this, so here you go.

[w1tched]

sritihill and cardiophilia, u guys gotta be a bit open-minded for this one

[charaznablescanontoyota]

there's a steady thunk-thunk-thunk on the glassy black wall she shares with the room next to hers, and it keeps trish awake for an hour before she gets up to see what it is. she has the feeling that she knows already, but going to check is better than staring at the ceiling while the sound slowly lines up with the throb in her left wrist.

so she goes. cracks the door to the next room open. audrey is sitting on her bed, knees drawn up to her chest, tossing a ball against the wall and letting it bounce back into her hand in a slow, steady rhythm. she doesn't stop even when trish leans in the doorway, obviously staring.

"hi neighbor," she says instead. the acknowledgement is nice, at least.

"you can't sleep," trish says, cutting to the chase. she's learned quickly that there's no use for small talk in the trench, which suits her just fine.

audrey snorts. "we don't need to sleep. in case you forgot."

"is it the bruise?" trish asks.

five of them arrived in the hall within days of each other. shadow ii from baltimore, shigeo from tokyo, alphonse from chicago (formerly yellowstone), audrey from hades, trish from kansas city; all tied by the same chain of instability ripping its way through the league. their rooms form a neat line in the trench, and they stick together because they have no one else worth sticking with.

audrey rolls her arm in its socket, flexes her wrist, like stretching will do anything to make the smoking, shuddering bruise on her elbow any better. "it doesn't hurt that much."

"it hurts more than i expected it to," trish says plainly, which is as much of an admission to being in pain as she's willing to give.

"it's annoying," audrey says. she's stopped bouncing her ball against the wall, and is just holding it, rubbing her thumb over the stitches. "i thought it'd, y'know, go away once the week was up. even if i died." she pauses. "even when i died, i guess."

"i don't think time 'passes' down here," trish says, air quotes heavily implied. audrey gives her a look, she shrugs. "i'm being serious. have you seen any clocks? any calendars?"

"so you're saying...what? we're just living the same day over and over?" audrey asks.

"no. i don't think it's a 'loop'," trish says; she does do the air quotes this time, and ignores audrey rolling her eyes. "but if we're not playing, do you think it counts? are the days actually 'passing' for us? even if it's been a week where our teams are, can anyone say for sure it's been a week for you?"

audrey reaches up with her free hand to massage her temples. "okay, you're giving me a headache. have you been talking to al? you two give me the same kind of headache."

trish has been talking to al, when he feels lively enough for theoretical arguments. he's more or less on the same page about time displacement in the trench and how it might work. she has the feeling audrey doesn't want to hear about any of that, though, so instead she says, "we could go for a walk."

"now?" audrey asks. her interest seems piqued despite this; she sets the blaseball in her hand aside on her blanket. "it's the middle of the night."

"only if you think it is," trish points out, smugly.

"okay, this whole 'time is a social construct' thing you're going for? never gonna happen." audrey says. still, she gets to her feet. "but i could walk. you think anyone else is awake?"

call it a premonition if you have to - trish already knows the other three are still up. probably staring at their own ceilings, feeling the steady ache of their own instability bruises, letting the hours whittle down until what the other dead players in the trench consider morning.

"we can check," she says to audrey, with the full intent of knocking on doors until everyone else shows their faces. if they have to suffer, at least they can all do it together.

[feraltwinkseb]

August 25, 2023 - Zandvoort, Netherlands Source: DPPI Media/Alamy Live News

[howyoutalktoyourgrandma]

maggie and nina: so how’d talking to mr. fell go? :)

crowley, standing across the street from the bookshop and staring at it for the fifteenth time this week:

[positivityjediprince]

DinLuke Vampire and Vampire Hunter AU

Din is part of a tribe of very successful and famous vampire hunters - The Tribe - who many of the other vampire hunter community consider a bit over zealous; but hey, they got the job done. Din is the tribes most successful hunter, so is sent on all the big missions.

The covert receives intel that one of the oldest, and most destructive, vampire families has been seen, for the first time in decades: the Skywalker Family.

The Tribe has a long history with the Skywalker's, the Skywalkers have a history of violent bloodshed, and The Tribe has long seen the eradication of this family as their duty, since they are the only group in history who have been skilled enough to take them on and live.

In particular the name Anakin, or Vader by superstitious folk, is uttered with fear. Anakin is known for destroying entire armies and villages. Din's covert considers them their number one priority and enemy.

When rumors of him siring children with another powerful vampire, the Lady Padme, panic rolled through the hunter community; but, for a century there had been nothing but silence from the Skywalkers. Till, finally, there was a lead.

Din was chosen to follow the lead, which brought him here... to a small, picturesque village?? on the edge of a beautiful lake, sprawling forests and mountains surrounding it??

He spoke with the villagers, who were reluctant to even look at him. Din assumed that they must be terrified of the vampire living nearby, and the consequences of even speaking to a hunter - let alone one from The Tribe.

Thankfully, luck was on his side, as he overheard a conversation about blood, arrangements, night time, and a powerful someone who liven in.. a cottage in the forest...that didn't sound right...everything else they spoke about (including jokes about iron levels - a coping mechanism he presumed) pointed towards a vampire. Din chalked the whole 'cottage' thing to the villagers having a different dialect; after all, a vampire, especially a Skywalker, wouldn never live in a cottage? This had to be an ingenious plan to mislead him - they were clearly even more cunning than he had been told.

Even with Din's formidable skills, it took a good week to find the dwelling in the forest...and it was a cottage. He must have the wrong place? But the windows were blacked out, there was a small section of the well tended garden which had unusual herbs, and other small things which activated Din's hunter instincts.

As night fell the lights, which we're woven all around the clearing and trees, lit up and bathed the area in a warm light. Soon after, a blonde figure emerged from the house, Din instantly knew the man was vampire...but the blonde was unlike any vampire he had ever seen.

When the vampire turned towards where he was hiding, Din couldn't help but let out a gasp as he saw the man; he was, simply put, beautiful. A soft, yet strong, beauty, and radiating a kinder energy than most humans Din had encountered.

His skin seemed a healthy tan, his hair was soft and golden, and he was wearing a simple form fitting outfit with sleek black boots, which emphasised the man's figure. The only remotely vampiric thing about him was that his entire ensemble was a rich black; that, and the glint of sharp canines in the light- which had never been attractive to him before, but right now?...he-

"You can come out hunter. I don't bite." How was even his voice beautiful?? Then, oh, then the blonde's pretty lips pulled into a cheeky grin, eyes sparkling with mischief, "unless you ask me very nicely, that is."

At that moment, Din knew he was fucked.