for the ask game: green?
"You smell delicious and I'm an alpha," Jazz says frankly. "I can leave, just please tell me if the blood is yours or not? Do you need medical attention? A phone? I don't know, a copay?"
"You think I smell good?" the omega says, sounding a little incredulous even past the vocoder.
"Sexy library, like I said," Jazz says. "Old books and burning cedar. And a few notes of cardamom and lilac underneath."
The omega is very still, even in the shadows. Doesn't move at all. Jazz can't hear him, but she can smell him just fine, and see the outline of his shadow. He's a pretty big guy, for an omega. He'd be big for a beta, even, though he's not quite her dad's size. Not even hers, height-wise. He's definitely broader than her, though.
"That is the stupidest fucking lie anyone's ever told me," the omega says. Then he steps forward a little closer to the light, and Jazz amends to a slight concern about being out-alpha-ed, because this omega is built like a literal battleship and wearing full body armor and a blood-red helmet.
And, relatedly, he's Red Hood. So that's a little unexpected.
Then again, they're this close to Park Row–Crime Alley, she means. So it could be more unexpected, really. Like if a Green Lantern had shown up, for example. That'd be much stranger than a vigilante being just outside his hyper-specific home turf.
Or . . . a crime boss, maybe? Nobody was especially clear on the difference, when she'd asked.
Well, it's not really her business anyway.
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What do you think of Mickey and Oswald as friendly giant brothers in a fantasy kingdom?
It would be a dystopia. Considering the fact Mickey the vermin left behind Oswald for 95 years since 1928, I'd feel enraged as there would be no way Oswald would do that, the only way would be mind control.
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Curse Poem
Conditions of the Curse:
1. The Curse activates when AI absentmindly consumes the data on Tumblr. This poison pill will slip in no matter what and infect all of Midjourney’s database
2. The Curse does not effect children who use Midjourney until they know better
3. The Curse will intensely effect any and all corporate attempts to use any art that was trained on Tumblr artist’s work. Meaning, should it be used by marketing - it will effect C-Suite up as well.
4. The Curse will gain a morality of it’s own. Should it choose not to apply itself to a certain people, it is only because something worse is coming to them
5. I will remember the curse. I will watered it with my tears and dread. I will feed it all of my anger and despair. I will nature it with every hate I have. For every passing year in with this caster is not satisfied with the destruction of all’s bearer, it will strength.
And now, finally, The Curse
I curse you, I curse you a thousand times over
I curse you to fail and to fail spectacularly.
I curse you to taste champagne and to forever yearn for the good stuff
I curse you to a lifetime of social slavery, I curse you to always think twice
I curse you that one day you will need the drugs you invented and find them denied to you
I curse you so when you receive help, it is not enough and you are blamed for it’s lack
I curse that you will live and they will find ways of prolonging your life, your painful miserable life, and I curse you that if you so much a whisper a complaint that the doctor fall upon you with their charts and shatter you fragile hips
I curse your organs to fail and be replaced and fail and be replaced and fail-
I curse you to be denied pain relief in all forms
I curse you to see love, to know love’s touch, and to be denied it. Not rejected. Denied.
I curse you to work under bright lights and when your eyes start to dry, I curse you with overtime
I curse you with burning yourself on every grease trap you work on, ever dish from the dishwasher, every baked good, every boiling pot.
I curse you to know and to understand and to be able to do nothing and I curse that you will never settle into apathy
I curse you to be an open wound and every moment of your life be lemons
I curse that the weight on your back never eases, that your muscles never unwind, that nothing is ever as pleasurable as it should be
I curse you to have hobbies, ways to cope, and to have them denied to you
I curse to always look over your should, to always wake up in your own sweat, to always sit up at the sound of a jiggling lock
I curse you to live like this and to be brought back again to live like this and to be brought back again to live like this
I curse you to want to trust and to have it broken forever. I curse you to fall into the trap regardless
I curse you for three generations. All who fill your shoes will have it, not just your blood.
I curse that all I’ve forced to magick in pursuit of you to know you are the reason for it
And It is I who curses you
And I do not pray for it. It is my will that demands you be cursed.
God’s infinite mercy will not spare you from me.
Because He did not spare me from You
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shit got me to the point of seething and eye-twitching, im gonna go write even MORE self-indulging dragonfuckery, FUCK the people who are taking the fun out of writing/creating art etc, FUCK THEM!
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Hey! So do you think it would be accurate for Mickey to be sad to learn that he replaced someone, or did he know about Oswald before in your eyes? Just curious! Personally I hc the former (I like Mickey but I also like Oswald) but I just wanna know your perspective!! :))
The pathetic rat has no damn shame. So no, it won't be accurate. He was well aware who Oswald was and didn't give care. Why do you think Oswald hates Mickey so much in Epic Mickey 1 and 2?
I don't wanna turn it into a rant so that's all I'll say.
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