The Divine Exists To Be First Sexualised And Secondly Cannibalised

your art is so beautiful i’m gonna cry just looking at it i stg

Yeah, yeah, you can have one too @the-thunderhead067

this is genuinely just me trying to be @shanastoryteller

From the very first time Adora transforms she feels a power sing through her and knows it will be there till the day she dies.

Then she realises that that might not be true, because maybe she can’t die any more. The concept of mortality seems small now. Something for lesser people, the ones she can squash under her heel like ants. Eternity doesn’t seem like such a long time with the power of the hidden stars that are as old as forever humming through her veins.

She wonders if she should mention any of this to her new friends, how even when she isn’t transformed she can feel the universe revolving around her. She thinks back to Catra turning away from her (because somehow somehow somehow Catra just knew). Instead she just hopes that the life she could spend with these people might last an eternity all on its own.

Crew Swap AU

Commander Lovelace is having one of those few good days on the Hephaestus when Hera tells her that something’s docked at the airlock five

The crew scrambles, something they’ve been getting better at recently.

Those with firearms training head to the armory while Victoire and Kwan and Selberg go to the airlock where Lovelace knows they’ll be doing whatever they can to figure out what’s happening. In under three minutes the entire crew of the Hephaestus is gathered outside airlock five, mostly armed and entirely ready for a fight.

Hera can’t communicate with whatever’s on the craft but she can tell that there’s only one life form on board. Lovelace’s choice is either to let what just docked into the station, or to leave it hanging onto them like a leach on their oxygen.

Throughout her time on the Hephaestus Lovelace has grown to hate unknowns. They always lead to someone dying. It means that they have to deal with whatever’s clinging to them before they’re in the middle of the next emergency. Lovelace tells Hera to open the airlock.

Instead of aliens or monsters, what comes through the airlock is a man. He looks exhausted. His cheeks are sunken in and one arm is wrapped around his waist in an attempt to hold together what he can. His other hand holds a gun, shaking.

For a moment he looks confused, like he’s expecting people other than Lovelace’s crew to be there. Then his eyes lock onto Selberg and his expression turns murderous.

“You.” he rasps.

Lovelace lets herself look away from the stranger and at Selberg for a millisecond, it’s all she needs. Selberg looks scared. He looks terrified. The man that Lovelace can barely get to listen to her is stood, staring in abject horror at a man who’s barely holding himself upright.

“No.” Selberg whispers, eyes wide. “No, you died. I watched you die.”

“Really Doc?” says the man through gritted teeth, “I thought the whole point was that I wouldn’t be able to do that any more.”

And then his eyes start to glow.

Well, Lovelace thinks, cocking her gun as Selberg drops in a dead faint, maybe it is an alien.

Paige leaves behind Carpenter and Faulkner in search of a new god.

She doesn’t really know how to go about such a thing. She’s more than well versed in strengthening a god, years of practice have made her far better at cultivating worship than any preacher, but the search for a god is something she lacks background in.

At a loss for what else to do, Paige drives.

She keeps the silence for a while. Hoping that being alone with her thoughts might lend her mind to some form of holy revelation. She manages to keep that up for almost twenty minutes before she sighs in anxious boredom and starts fiddling with the radio dial.

Static gives way to whispering voices gives way to a prophet of some new religion. Paige turns the sound up in sudden interest.

“-dream is to create. Dear listeners, we have reached a new stage. An apotheosis, if you will. I have metamorphasised from a decaying, droning worker, asleep to all the things that matter, to a new man with new purpose in my heart. I have gone from a sacrifice to something sacred. Something new. My god saw me about to devote myself to a deity of unholiness and was so gracious as to call me to something deserving of my worship. And, in answer to that calling, let us sing our next hosanna-“

Paige keeps listening to the radio, fighting against the tiredness nipping at the edges of her consciousness as she does so. There’s banging in the background, the soundproofing of the room the host is in quieting it enough that you don’t hear it at first, but it’s certainly there. Sometimes it drops away, presumably when whoever’s trying to get into the recording booth succumbs to the sleep that Paige is fighting so valiantly against. It keeps coming back and Paige thinks that a lot of people must be very desperate to get this man to stop worshiping his god.

Coming to a decision, Paige pulls over and gets a map out to try and find the radio station this prophet must be broadcasting from. She wants a new god after all, a gentler one than any she’s been provided with so far. And even if this man's god is not her god, and Paige suspects that it is not, then maybe he’ll still be able to tell her how to birth something she can worship. Just like he did.

"No, I didn't know what I was getting into"

Me neither Jacobi, me neither

new fic!!!

word count: 3,360

summary: Tim Drake is excited to go to school with someone else who knows Batman and Robin's identities.

Damian Al Ghul makes it incredibly difficult to stay that way.

OR

Damian tries to recruit the only boy at his new school with a brain to spy on his father.

It's trickier than he expects.

Ren has been in love with Nora for as long as he can remember.

He’s aware that there must be a point when he wasn’t in love with her. Some point before the streets and the orphanages and their first school. A point when he was small with two living parents and not at all sure of himself like he is now.

It’s just that that time seems hazy. More like a dream than something that he lived through. Then he thinks back to being in love with Nora and suddenly his memories are in sharp focus, always with her at their center.

Ren has been in love with Nora for as long as he can remember and he’s been trying to figure out how to tell her for just as long. Nothing’s come to mind yet but, hey, it’s not like either of them are going anywhere.

[DC] REPOST bc I did not like how it desaturated the colors of the last one….😭😭😭 anyways wonder girl is wlw

AU where Jason gets his revenge by becoming a lawyer and getting joker sentenced to the death penalty

Bruce is conflicted about it but any time he tries to say anything on the subject Alfred just talks over him like "oh we're so proud of you master Jason you finished college and you didn't even use your father's extensive resources that could've easily gotten someone in this family a degree aren't we so proud master Bruce that Jason got himself a respectable profession--"

Bournemouth feels like it’s closing in on Jon.

Not in any special sense, merely in the way that anywhere you live becomes a little smaller for every year you spend there. The feeling makes him paranoid, it makes him feel too easy to find.

It’s an odd thought considering that there’s no one looking for him. That there’s no one to look for him. He doesn’t really have any friends and any relatives beside his grandmother are long gone. The only person concerned with Jon’s life is himself.

That isn’t quite right though.

There are people, sometimes. A woman with her hair pulled back into a severe bun who looks at Jon like she’s considering the best way to dump his body. Another woman, similar age, who’s covered in tattoos and smiles at him with too-sharp teeth. A portly man with blond hair and glasses just like Jon’s who stares at him like he’s a laboratory experiment rather than a person.

Jon finds the man particularly distasteful. The feeling his gaze elicits is primal and angry and vengeful in a way Jon doesn’t particularly understand the origins of but grips tight nonetheless.

“You should stop looking at me,” he tells the first woman one day when she has a book in her hands and keeps looking up from it as if to see what effect the thing is having on Jon.

“Why?” she asks incredulously, the word sounding like it’s said more as a reaction to his statement than a true question.

Jon turns his gaze upon her.

“I might start looking back.”

He says it like a threat even if he isn’t entirely sure why. The woman must take it as such because she arches an eyebrow and looks at him less like she’s planning how to kill him and more like she’s wondering if she actually can.

Jon leaves quickly. The words hadn’t felt like his own and he’s left suddenly unsure and self conscious. He tries to focus on the knowledge that’s been keeping him going through the last few months of Bournemouth suffocating him to drown out the unease. The offer is printed on a sheet of paper bluetacked to his wall and Jon feels his feet steering him home just so that he can stare at it until he feels like he can breathe.

It’s odd. He had never doubted that he would go to university, academia had always been where Jon pictured himself most comfortable. That had been until he received the email and was forced to spend a week in crisis over whether this might finally be his opportunity to actually know what happened that day with Mister Spider.

Jon takes a deep breath. Two months until he starts as a research assistant at the Magnus Institute, London.

Maybe then he’ll be able to get away from all these eyes.