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My DC: KO predictions based on what I think is most likely to happen/would make the best story:

(white is why I think the fight would be set up, and green is why I think that person would win)

(also keep in mind I wrote this before Scott tweeted that thing about not all of the fights being 1v1, but I still think the overall storylines are the same, and just think of this as how I'd personally do it)

More detailed thoughts under the cut:

#this got... long #also im not tagging all of those so #dc ko #superman #lex luthor #wonder woman #big barda #cause those are my picks for the semifinals #also i will really just do anything except draw huh

ladyadelinergrey replied to your post: Wondering on the likelihood of 13′s arc being...

Reading your tags and- You would like the Master to be he Morally Grey, Evil Leaning one just as the Doctor is the Morally Grey, Good leaning one?

Nah, i mean more that good people do bad things and evil people do good things and the presence of outliers in behaviour aren’t necessarily either a final nail in the coffin of their goodness or a get out of jail free card from a character’s much more prevalent terrible actions, because it’s unrealistic that good people in general don’t have bad days, or that bad people are 100% terrible All the time?

I mean like, moral greyness is actually the idea of doing something to achieve a good outcome in such a way that is Bad. It is grey because they have good intentions but their methodology is arguably more evil than good. It’s the utilization of bad tactics to achieve a positive outcome. It’s not a catch all for people who do both good and bad things, more a judgement on methodology.

Like, i don’t Actually necessarily think the doctor and master are like this but it’s an ideal.

Because over time the master has done some actual good deeds, but with the exception of Missy, they weren’t a good person because their ideals weren’t good either. They weren’t even morally grey, they just might have done that One good thing that one time arguably just because it benefited them, and just happened to help the good guys as well (Hi Simm).

Would not shooting 10 and stopping Rasillon be categorized as a good deed, yeah. But like, there weren’t any straight up good intentions there and that is not moral grayness. The good deed was beneficial to him so he did it, he asked first to be part of the evil universe wrecking plot and was mad (fairly, lbr, it was fair) when he got told he was just cast off junk. So he did something good, but it didn’t stop him being evil even tho he like... Saved people.

Missy, who put the time in to think about the methodology and philosophy of morality, Was morally grey to good in the end imo, her reasons for standing with the doctor were thought out and intended to be a good action and were in no way self serving, it’s the uh, stabbing, to get the opportunity to commit to the self sacrificial goodness that’s the morally grey bit.

I think in general the doctor is morally grey, i’d say 13 isolated as a singular entity is actually on balance one of the doctors closer to simple Good just because it’s a character trait that she tries Really hard to be so, but in general over the story the doctor tries to achieve good outcomes but their methodology can be an utter nightmare, which is the moral greyness. And sometimes they’re just like. Terrifying. But again, that’s outlying behaviour from some kind of immature hissy fit, usually.

Whereas the master is, currently, trying to convince himself he’s Super Evil and in no way capable of the goodness that he now knows for a fact he is capable of, and is trying to embrace the straight up evil banner again by some casual genocide, manipulation, murder and trickery and that can’t be called anything other than bad because he’s actively trying to take a wrecking ball to the universe to soothe his own issues. But again, the point of that is he Is capable of good and doesn’t like it so is purposefully being anything but.

the master is one of my favourite Villains of all time, but it falls flat if they’re just like, boring and not capable of doing something good randomly and saving the day once in a while, but they’re not my favourite villain if they’re morally grey cuz then they’re not a villain??? I Love the missy story because everybody is capable of goodness for the most part, and the master will Always have done that and it cannot be changed and they cannot take it back, but the show was never gonna change that dynamic between the doctor and the master for good?

It’s why i personally like the idea of just straight up good vs bad 13/ dhawan!master, because this master acts so badly on purpose because of trauma from when he actually was good, and this doctor acts so nicely on purpose because she is actively trying Really Hard to be good because it’s not as natural as she’d like. They are good vs bad because they’re actively Trying to be that. But they’re only trying to be that, imo, because both of them know how easy it is for them to be the opposite and neither of them like it.

like, if 13 is a doctor who has to work her ass off to be that good, it’s only logical that her mirror character is working Their ass off to be bad. It makes them the same and opposite simultaneously. Their issue, here, really, is that 13 does not know he’s capable of good, and with her refusing the flip the switch he’s convinced she’s all goody-two-shoes because he was trying Really Hard to break her this season and failed. They’re both wrong. They’re both like this from some Serious effort.

I kind of half have what i want in that they’re at odds good vs evil but both are unaware the other is capable of acting like the other.

And don’t get me wrong, i would Love to see a story where the doctor actually has to deal with a straight up moral grey master on a long term basis b/c Boy would that be a kick in the pants to them for so many reasons, but i personally want the master to be bad but capable of good things but like... They don’t Really want to do good things? Meanwhile 13 is capable of bad things but like.. she doesn’t Want to do them.

It’s about the autonomy to me, apparently.

#ladyadelinergrey #dw shit #this got... Long

@arekardi / plotted

things don’t slip his sight very often, not on monastery grounds, at the very least. he’s kept a closer eye on the students this year, mostly because of the UNFORTUNATE events that seemed to have followed. to say he wasn’t expecting anything of THIS sort to surface would be an understatement. never in his 19 years of being here has anything been this drastic.

truthfully, he wishes it hadn’t come to this, but drastic times do call for drastic measures. he’d sat on it for a few weeks now, troubled as he was to learn of it. edelgard’s movements have been suspicious at best. and all that talk of an unjust society and the crests and . . .

there’s nothing he can do to sway rhea anymore, she’d gone unchecked for far too long, he was too late to do anything that might change her sights. and with the concerning origins of their latest addition to their faculty it’s too hard to ignore how far gone she is. it’s just one thing after another.

thus --- the reason he’s asked edelgard to see him after class. and why he’s now waiting in his study, tapping a finger on the desk as he reads idly. it shouldn’t be long from now. he drags his hands down his face. what he’s about to do, about to ask is . . . a lot . . .

#♜ ❝ guide to one; house of none ❞ (ic.)#arekardi #this got... long #im sorry miri KLFJALKJSDLFKAJSD #spoilers/#ig alkjfdslkj

since you asked for prompts, if you’d like: shinsou and izuku (ship or not) each attempt to force the other into performing basic self care while simultaneously neglecting themselves, resulting in a circle of well intentioned nagging

i started writing this with the prompt but it ended up just being sleepless boys chilling in the dorm. its not really what you asked for, but i hope u enjoy

Izuku can’t sleep.

It doesn’t bother him, really. Not anymore. It used to, when he was fresh out of Recovery Girl’s office after the USJ and he found he couldn’t close his eyes without seeing horrible, horrible visions of the events that had taken place, but now it’s just... a thing that happens. He feels like he should tell someone, but his mouth stays shut. He lives on.

Tonight, his eyelids are painted with Overhaul’s manic, blood-shot eyes, tightly-wrapped bandages, and a syringe filled with tainted blood. If that weren’t enough, his mind is ensnared by the feeling of his whole body exploding from within while being quickly restitched at the same time.

So he breathes, kicks off the covers, and smears his hair out of his eyes as he rolls out of bed. He pulls his phone off of the charger, checking the time before he stashes it in his pocket. 3:24. The dorms are silent; nobody else is awake.

#this got... long #there is no plot i was just writing and writing #oneshot #my writing #shinsou #midoriya #bnha #anon #ask

@dangerousallies

Fray had more stumbled over the transport to the so-called “Sea of Tranquility” than actively looked for it. And now they were somewhat in awe - real forests were not something they actually remembered seeing, the sparse forests in the areas surrounding Ishgard were the only ones they knew. And now, with nothing to do, they were wandering through them, establishing the lay of the lands in their mind. The woods seemed like a good place to hide, in case things got hairy at least.

Everything seemed so sparsely populated that they were surprised to see another human. Ignoring the voice in their head telling them to just leave, Fray decided a different approach. Stranded in this strange place as they were, it would be good to at least superficially figure out the level of hostility they would be faced with. So, they approached.

“Are you a local?”, they asked, unsure what else to say.

#this got... long #dangerousallies #voracious diplomat 01 #i debated shortening their name to vore #;thread

shoulders slumped, head in hand as he rubs his temples, staring down at the papers before him. if there’s one thing he’s grateful for now that everything’s finally over is that he finally seems able to catch his breath. that, and people seem to have stopped asking him about “what happened.”

( fire under his skin, eating away, consuming him. ) THAT in itself is enough to give him some semblance of PEACE. which, technically there is. there IS peace, the sun shining in the sky proof of that much. but he doesn’t feel it, not in his heart. ( too long has he spent stumbling around in the dark hoping and waiting and researching and fighting to survive. )

well... it seems that age old question is back again. he never really EXPLAINED what happened that fateful day in zegnautus. simply the AFTERWARDS, and even then it wasn’t the full story. where does he even begin? he sighs and puts his glasses back on, leaning back in his chair to get a better look at the other.

❝ i don’t think i’ll live that long, if i’m to be honest... ❞ there’s a distant look in his eyes, it’s the only way he knows to start. to PREFACE. and he is oh so very tired, energy he once use to be full of in youth drained the moment he slipped that ring onto his finger and at this point it’s a matter of WHEN than HOW he will die.

#【 ❝ and oh how you wish for everything to stand still ❞ 】 ✕ ic.#open.#this got... long

Nureyev wears a lot of nail polish. It’s a good way to distinguish his identities, mark himself with red or blue or black, and doing his nails is soothing. Like watching a new persona take shape in his hands.

Rex Glass wears ladykiller red. It’s not Dark Matters protocol but you know how it is. Can’t resist a good red, can Glass. Perseus Shah wears dark blue, professional but light enough to shimmer when he waves his hands. And Duke Rose-- well, he was supposed to be a pinkish kind of person, rose and all that, but somehow Nureyev got caught up in thinking about Juno, how he was going to see Juno again, the only person alive who can look him in the eye and call him by his real name. When he thinks of Juno he thinks of himself as Peter. And Peter-- Peter Actual-- likes purple, so dark it edges on black, with glitter faint like stardust.

So that’s the color Duke Rose ends up wearing, applied while sitting in the dark and waiting half-breathless for Juno to arrive.

Peter wears long-lasting brands of nail polish, time-tested against heat, cold, and dune spider saliva, so the purple doesn’t chip off his nails for a while. It stays through a madcap card game, an impossible train heist, and a kidnapping to an ancient tomb. The first crack appears days into their capture, after the latest round of testing. Juno has dozed off but Peter’s still on edge. In the dim light of the tomb, he peers at the offending nail. Did he keep the polish on him? He can’t remember which pocket it would be in anyway and somehow he can’t muster the energy to look.

He escapes eventually. Always does. He sits in the lee of a standing stone and lays out his assets. Just what he managed to secret away in his clothes. A square of gauze, a box of matches, a needle and thread, a little bottle of dark purple nail polish that glitters like the edge of the galaxy when he holds it up to the fading light.

Peter does his nails as the sun sets and the shadow of the tomb lengthens over him, because it’s a distraction and his mind will spin itself to pieces without something to focus on. The polish fills the cracks in the last coat, soaks into the nails he broke trying to pick the lock on the cell. It looks a little like dark, glossy armor.

Days later, or maybe weeks, Peter sits in the lobby of Hyperion General, can’t find anything to do with his hands. Pulls out the bottle of nail polish and applies one last coat, but he’s not really thinking about it. Juno’s alive, Juno’s alive, and there’s an entire galaxy out there to see.

When he wakes up the next morning, Juno is gone. Peter stands over the sink and scrubs purple off his nails. The color is too dark for it to be a clean job with his hands shaking like this but he has to get off this planet.

He boards the first shuttle off Mars with the last of Peter Nureyev staining his hands.

#the penumbra podcast #this got... long #my fic #hello world #pod: penumbra

sometimes, leonard finds the humor in being a DOCTOR with depression. yeah, yeah, medically speaking it’s possible and he shouldn’t blame himself and it doesn’t affect his work yada yada -- he would prefer to live WITHOUT these episodes, where the blanket’s too heavy, and his eyelids won’t open, and everything just fades away in his quiet room on this flying death machine. he’s the one person on this ship who should be SANE one-hundred percent of the time. it’s his duty as chief medical officer. (there you go again, len.) it’s hard to let go of the guilt. it’s easy to cover it with anger or sass when he’s around others, but when he’s alone, all the energy drains from him during his slumps. what’s plaguing him this time? sometimes, he’s not sure. sometimes, it’s just waking up that pisses him off, that sends him into a spiral of regrets. this morning, it’s because he had another NIGHTMARE again.

the blood hadn’t worked. jim was still dead. jim’s body transformed into his father’s. then they both got up and cornered him. why did you let me die, bones? why didn’t you wait for the cure, son? and then to make his dream even more fun, jocelyn decided to show up carrying a dead JOANNA in her arms. why couldn’t you save her, len?

“goddamn it,” he grumbles, forcing himself to sit up. at least jim’s alive and joanna isn’t hurt. that’s not enough to pull him out of this. so, he decides to pull HIMSELF out of it, and goes to shower. they’re exploring a new planet tonight - nexus something or whatever. no doubt he’ll be going down with the landing party to make sure jim doesn’t get himself hurt again.

he yawns as he enters the the bridge, moving to take his spot beside the captain’s chair. he’s half-tempted to sit on the arm of the chair, but he ignores the urge. instead, he glances down at jim. his chest still twists in his chest, stomach still flops, at seeing him alive. there’s something in his brain that says this should be impossible, but he doesn’t CARE. because he’s not sure what he would’ve done if jim stayed dead. “how long ‘til we get there?” he asks, crossing his arms. “i’m going to warn you now -- any unnecessary heroics, and i’m knocking you out with a hypo.” he’s still bitter. || @diedsaving

#diedsaving #|| CMO LEONARD MCCOY (main)#this got... long #depression //