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For @wesslan for the amazing fic Cards on the Table. The initial sketch had better proportions cause digital is hard for me, but I l9ve how the colors and cards turned out. I have a few other sketches but we will see if I post those cause ehhhhhhh this was the easy sketch to digitize, and it took a few hours don't wanna do the harder sketch to be honest. Regardless hope you enjoy!
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Here's my monthly music roundup for February!
Let Go - KMFDM
Circuits and Curses - Firewerk
Azoic - Specimen
An Indifferent Beat - Oizone
Beers, Steers, & Queers - Revolting Cocks
Pins and Needles - The Birthday Massacre
Voltage 2.3: Remixed and Revisited - Left Spine Down
The Used - The Used
It Screams Disease - Carfax Abbey
Candy - PIG
Is A Real Boy - Say Anything (literally so sorry this is one of my favorite albums in the world)
The Ugly Organ - Cursive
Don't Blow Your Cover - Various (kmfdm tribute album from 1999)
Filth - Swans
Wanda Jackson in Person - Wanda Jackson
Leader of the Pack - The Shangri-La's
The Last Temptation of Reid - Lard (what's better than this, Jello Biafra and Al Jourgenson)
Surgical Meth Machine - Surgical Meth Machine (got jumpscared bc I didn't realize jello also featured on a song here)
db9d9 - db9d9
Yours Until the War is Over - Amigo the Devil
The Other Side of Fate - Team Cybergeist
Pigmata - PIG
The Same Old Blood Rush With a New Touch - Cute is What We Aim For
¡Viva La Cobra! - Cobra Starship
Andiamo - Authority Zero
1000 Gecs - 100 Gecs
I'm going to bed, so here's my February list. It is a deeply unhinged list I think BANSJSBNDJFB
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CyberGeist on AO3 wrote a wonderful Green Cousins oneshot set in the Grass is Always Greener AU, check it out!
#thank you so much#ninjago#lego ninjago movie#lego ninjago#lloyd ninjago#morro ninjago#gigau#grass is always greener au#gift fic
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This one's a bit simpler than the last few,
SKELETON is straight forward enough, it technically only appeared in WA1 but it was directly replaced in Alter Code F with the SPARTOI, which was introduced in WA3. The Spartoi, "Sown Men," of Greek myth were fully formed armed warriors sprung from the earth when a dragon's teeth were sown like seeds into the soil.
SPAWN is very possibly the missing link between SKELETON and the SPARTOI but it's hard to say. It's more corpse-like than skeletal but it does seem to mirror the SKELETON being part of Jack's prologue dungeon by being part of Brad's. And unlike SPARTOI's native american warrior aesthetic, the SPAWN has a distinctly US G.I. look about it, complementing Brad's war hero background, and the Green Hell dungeon's Vietnam war themes. It may also be a reference to the superhero Spawn who is an undead US marine veteran.
CYBERGEIST, shortened from the original Japanese CYBERNEGEIST, is a funky one-game enemy, as it appears very specifically tied to WA's lore about the "Holmcross"(a misromanization of "Homunculus") being robotic humanoids. Although oddly, it didn't come back for Alter Code F, possibly because they'd switched over to using the SPARTOI model and felt the native warrior aesthetic it wouldn't gel with the robot lore.
HELTER SKELTER is a weird spin on the SPAWN enemy in WA2. So... An actual Helter Skelter is an old fairground ride that's basically just a big slide round a kind of mock lighthouse, no big deal, whatever. But the ride inspired the song, Helter Skelter by The Beatles, which in turn inspired the absolutely insane conspiracy/prophecy by infamous cult leader and not-quite mass murder, Charles Manson, in which he envisioned a literally apocalyptic race war aligning with element of the biblical Book of Revelation that he and the Manson Family had supposedly been both making plans to instigate/accelerate as well as avoid and survive. So... uh... naming a zombie soldier HELTER SKELTER seems to imply some component of a literal war with Manson's Helter Skeleter scenario associated? In any case the weirdness is kind of sidestepped once the recolors of the SPARTOI are used instead, kind of obscuring the militarist vibes.
and then there's GASHER SKELETON in which GASHA[ガッシャ] is a Japanese sort of onomatopoeia for the sound of crashing or breaking. So technically it probably could have been translated as SMASH SKELETON if they'd really wanted to try and retain the onomatopoeia element. OH DUH... Stupid oversight on my part, it's just a synonym for the Japanese yokai Gashadokuro. I can't believe i didnt catch that.
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Hollow Bones so Fragile and Thin.
by CyberGeist
Shifters are rare some more so than others. Tim is a very rare shifter. This has unfortunate consequences.
(This gets real dark guys. But if you want a happy ending ask me in the comments and I’ll give it to you)
Words: 2128, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Red Robin - Character, Red Hood, Nightwing, Robin (DCU)
Relationships: platonic only
Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, dark themes, Angst, Hurt, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Wingfic, Minor OC Villain - Freeform, jasons gonna kill him later, Hurt Tim Drake, he gets hurt real bad, I like to think this ended ok, but I was writing this late at night so it might not have a happy ending, if you want him to live tell me in the comments, ill give you a happy ending if you ask nicely
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Alawork (ao3_autora) - Minecraft (Videogame)
SunOfIcarus (ao3_autora) - Minecraft (Videogame)
Who said family is blood? (CyberGeist, EnderKitty68_ao3) - Minecraft (Videogame)
CosmoKid (ao3_autora) - Batman
Paperxcrowns (ao3_autora) -Batman
LizzDizz108 (ao3_autora) - Minecraft (Videogame)
Grasstastic (ao3_autora) - Minecraft (Videogame)
StaroftheStorm (ao3_autora) - Minecraft (Videogame)
Misterghostfrog (ao3_autota) - Minecraft (Videogame)
MusicalLuna (ao3_autora) - Avengers
MagicaLyss (ao3_autora) - Avengers
HappyJuicyfruit (ao3_autora) - Avengers
Winterturtle (ao3_autora) - Avengers
Josywbu (ao3_autora) - Avengers
Alleinimmer (ao3_autora) - Avengers
Reversed_paradox (ao3_autora) - Avengers
Opal_earrings (ao3_autora) - Avengers
LadyStardust_24 (ao3_autora) - Avengers
OnceUponaFangirl (ao3_autora) - Avengers
Baloobird (ao3_autora) - Avengers
orphan_account (ao3_autora) - Avengers
The58thAcademic (ao3_autora) - Avengers
MotherKarizma (ao3_autora) - Avengers
i_am_the_adult (ao3_autora) - Avengers
kingdomfaraway (ao3_autora) - Avengers
Freya Atterton (ao3_autora) - Avengers
TheShadowInTheKnigh
tAshleyparker2815
Kaaterina Petrova
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🎶 - A song that gets the mun into the muse’s headspace
It was raining in the city of Midwich.
It was always raining, granted the ozone factories in the center of the city had everything to do with it. Great plumeing stacks of steam and gas rising into the heavens as great grey swirling shield of cloud cover that was set to protect what as left of a ravaged earth. It wasn’t exactly the sunniest of places to live but it was home to many and more than likely more.
The clipclop of a camera lense was drowned by the drizzle and bounce of water off the metal caparse of the robot. A soft shift of gears wheezed a puff of vapor as it swiveled it’s hip frame to continue its surveillance of the south Emerald district. The shutter clacked again as it cleared the bits of caught water debris as it followed an air can drift into the higher districts.
A soft beep signaled an incoming communication. “EM-19. You there? Do you copy EM-19?”
“Frank, I’m literally 30 feet from you.” The reply carried the air of bored annoyance, as the hips began to slowly swivel again.
“Respond accordingly, EM-19. I repeat, do you copy?” The same level of annoyance struck back but more of a lack of professionalism than boredom.
Sighing again, EM-19 signaled the reply. “EM-7. This is EM-19, checking in. All is quiet on the southern front, EM-7.”
“Roger, EM-19. Maintain surveillance and report back in at 1600. I’m clocking out, rendezvous with EM-12 at 1630 for patrol. PIT is active. Copy?” The level of annoyance of EM-7 had dimmed apparently from the weary sound of his voice as the orders were sent.
“Roger, EM-7. Orders confirmed.” EM-19 sighed and reached up to rub at his nose as he listened to his superior sign out before the quiet again. Leaning back into his chair EM-19 or rather Zexx would try to get comfortable in his chair again and let his hands fiddle with the joysticks. The STON rig hummed all about him as the camera view of the drone shot directly into his headgear as he monitor the machine as well as his surroundings. Nothing, Tuesdays were always dull.
“This is such a waste of time,” Zexx muttere to himself as he rubbed at his nose again and tried to ignore the numbing throb of his legs. Or rather what had been his legs, the ghost pains of his loss very apparent today in this position. He needed a break but he’d only started his shift three hours ago and breaking down would be a huge pain in the ass. Ten minutes of unhooking from the rig, ten more of attaching his prosthetics, five minutes of coffee, and then whole damn process again to get hooked back up. Just deal with it and wait till lunch, it was straganoff day.
“EM-19, please repond EM-19. Respond!” A loud ding had brought Zexx back as he sat up hearing the calm out.
“EM-19 here, go ahead.” Zexx replies to the urgency of the call, already tracking the call back to EM-12 as he swiveled the drones head in his direction. “What’s up Ed?”
“Got a situation down here, B’s already in her way, but I think gonna need more than just us.” Ed spoke quickly and with effort, the guy had it tougher than Zexx with just using his brain and what little movements he had in his toes.
Zexx grinned as he fired up his mech from its position, the vapor pistoning as the figure stood up straight up and began to prepare to move out. “Where are you Ed? What’s the issue?”
“Cons. Scanner picked them up coming out of the metro.”
“You think they’re hostile?” A resounding of gunfire and flashing pop ups on Zexx’s hud answered that question.
“It’s not them we’re worried about, it’s the Strippers that came out of the diner.” B now responded, her voice low and calm with her breathing following raspy and slightly pained.
“Your filters off B,” Zexx shifted 19’s hips and kicked in the Kevlar pads on the clawed feet of the drone as it kicked off across the rooftops.
“I thought you liked,” B gulped in another thick dose of oxygen. “My heavy breathing.”
“Depends on our attire.”
“Who says,” a thick gasp broke the banter, as Zexx felt his grin slip hearibg B struggle. “I’m in attire.”
“Dirty.”
Ed’s growl cut the chatter as he called out. “Call for medical, we got some fallout.”
Fun time was over. Another ripple of gunfire would flag across the hud kicking Zexx into harder run as he moved to assist his squad.
Just another day in the savior city of Midwich.
( @conduitdreams )
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(LATE POST - Did this like last week or two ago?) I noticed I wasn't able to upload this artwork here so now here it is! WARNING : CYBERGEISTS ARE A CLOSED SPECIES BY @lostwight AND YOU COULD ONLY MAKE ONE IF SHE DECIDED TO DO CG ADOPTABLES OR A MYO EVENT This is a cover picture for my wattpad story AKA the story of my Cybergeist OC : Athena Wright If you want to read it just head over to my Wattpad account - @SakuraEgg Finished pic > Ideal Draft > Rough Sketch > Lineart > Base color #myart #art #ibispaintx #cybergeist #creepy #horror #lateupload #lostwight #myoc https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw1T9_cgD4v/?igshid=g6563a7ykvdd
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Surface Pressure
sorry, it’s been a hot second since I’ve posted. Lots of work and writers block do NOT go together. I’d like to thank my friend cybergeist for helping me finish this by giving me some ideas of what I can do with it.
I'm the strong one, I'm not nervous
I'm as tough as the crust of the earth is
There were certain expectations put upon both Marinette and Damian Al Ghul, but especially Marinette. She was the first born twin and was unfortunately, the born the weakest of the two. Ra’s Al Ghul was not pleased when he had found out that Marinette had to be put on life support as soon as she was born. Ra’s had no care for the gender of the first born, afterall he did plan to pass down his legacy to Talia. No, what he cared about was that Marinette was small, sickly, weak, and most importantly, she was defective. But Talia had begged him to keep the girl alive, so he did, but the expectation of perfection was placed higher for her than it had ever been for Damian. She would have to prove that it was worth the energy to keep her alive. Show that she wasn’t a defect. Prove that she was worthy of the name. She had to be the strongest one for the both of them, she had to be the strongest or else she would be discarded for her failures, that is if she ever allowed herself to have any.
I move mountains, I move churches
And I glow 'cause I know what my worth is
Marinette knew what her worth was equal to. Her life was worth as much as she could give to the League that raised her. Mother taught her how to “glow” and lure her enemies with her looks. She could move around and push down the strongest and more muscular assassins with ease. Her physical body was worth nothing, what she used it for never mattered to anyone. The only thing that mattered was that the mission was completed. Her worth depended on the basis that she followed orders to a ‘T’. Her worth relied on if she lived through everything she was put up against.
I don't ask how hard the work is
There was a silent rule that you never questioned the assignment you were given. It never mattered how hard the task was, how deadly it may be, you got it done without another word or you died trying. Marinette and Damian knew this rule well. Failure wasn’t even supposed to be a thought of, it wasn’t supposed to exist in their vocabulary, but they had seen Grandfather kill failures. They knew that not all assassins made it back from their missions, they knew that death was always one slip up away. So they never failed, they weren’t allowed to, they were perfect weapons. She knew that they would be severely punished if any dared to break the ideal of perfection and question the Demon Head.
Got a rough indestructible surface
Diamonds and platinum, I find 'em, I flatten 'em
I take what I'm handed, I break what's demanded
Marinette was seen as an indestructible warrior. It didn’t matter what the task was, how hard it was, or how deadly it might have been; she finished her missions and returned back to the League every. Single. Time. And it was all to please her mother and grandfather (Grandfather never was). She vowed to herself that she would one day make them proud of her, even if it was only for a short amount of time.
Damian looked up to his older sister. Her smooth confidence, the way she handled all the expectations that were placed on her shoulders, the way she was able to hide her emotions, and how she treated him when they were alone. There were so many missions that she had taken that made him fear for her life, but she always returned. Many times she was so badly injured that he feared that she would not survive the night when he had seen her return, but she always recovered in the end. She would never become the heir to the Demon’s Head, but she was his sister and he knew that she would stand by his side when it was his turn to rule the assassins. She would be his guard and stay at his right hand at all times.
But
Under the surface
I feel berserk as a tightrope walker in a three-ring circus
But under Marinette’s cool indifference was this itch, no, a fire under her skin that would never leave her. She knew that if she messed up even once that it would be the end for her. Every step she took had to be calculated, every move was important if she wanted to survive and not fall into some trap or her own inevitable death. She was walking a very thin line, and she knew that if she tipped even a little bit, she would never be able to balance herself again. She would never have the opportunity as there would be no safety net to catch her.
Under the surface
Was Hercules ever like "Yo, I don't wanna fight Cerberus"?
Marinette loved mythology. It was one of the few classes that she looked forward to when she was back on base. Many times on missions she would think of Hercules and wondered what his thoughts were when he went through The Twelve Tasks. While Marinette could relate to the many tasks that they were both put through, all designed to make sure they died. They never did though, and they continued on to the next deadly task trying to prove that they were not defective and that they could be worthy.
Marinette often wondered if Hercules ever wanted to run away from the death that constantly surrounded him. Did he ever actually want to fight Cerberus or any of the beasts he was told to kill for forgiveness? Did he like killing all of those creatures? Was he really that loyal to his family that he himself murdered that he would go through all of that to “repent”? Would she do that for her own family? Damian, yes, but what about Grandfather and Mother? If she were being completely honest, she didn’t think she would. Did that make her a despicable person? Was she really the monster that she always heard people call her when they thought she wasn’t there or wasn’t listening?
She didn’t like taking the lives of her targets, especially when they were just little children. She hated what she was told to do, but she did it anyway because failure to finish the mission was never a thought when she was on the field. She was tired of all the blood and death that always surrounded her, tired of having to carry it all out. But she could never even think of leaving Damian alone with the League for longer than a month.
Hercules wasn’t her favorite God though. No, her favorite God was Hephaestus. He was known as the ugliest God and was cast out of Heaven for his defective form. He was a master blacksmith, and proved to the other God’s that even if he looked wrong, that didn’t mean he was worthless. Just because Marinette was born wrong and still had defects because of her birth such as her small frame and her mental defects of depression and anxiety, that didn’t mean that she was useless. She was strong, powerful, and a trickster when she needed or wanted to be, just like Hephaestus. She would make her own name for herself, and one day, people will respect it if they ever want her help.
Under the surface
I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service
After years of living in the League and absolutely nothing in her life had changed even remotely. She would often just let her mind wander and let herself go through the motions of her constant never ending routine. She often wondered if she was worthless even with all the work she did. Was the only reason she was alive really because of her service or was there something else at play that she just couldn’t see? If she didn’t do what she was told, how quickly would they kill her? Would they just disown her and kick her out? No, they wouldn’t want evidence, they would have to kill her and get rid of her body. Would they kill her quickly, or would they draw it out and use the same torture methods she used on others? It would be almost poetic if that were the case, especially if they made Damian conduct it. She shivered at the mere thought of it though. She prayed that they wouldn’t make him do it, anyone besides him.
A flaw or a crack
The straw in the stack
That breaks the camel's back
What breaks the camel's back it's
Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa
She couldn’t risk showing anyone that she had a flaw or crack her walls. She couldn’t let a single thing, no matter how small, break her. She chanted this to herself over and over again in her head. She could feel the blood drip off of her forehead from the ambush. Everything was starting to get blurry, but she had to keep fighting.
Father would be so disappointed if she failed, and Damian would tell her that she was acting like a failure, again. She panted as she looked around at the still conscious assassins and the ones that kept spawning out of the shadows and began to circle around her. There were so many voices in her head, Oracle was telling her to run on the comms. Unfortunately the voices in her head were much louder. All she could hear was her Father telling her she needed to work harder and be better , Damian telling her that she was letting him down and bringing dishonor to the family, Grandfather telling her that she was worthless if she didn’t fulfill her duty.
Drip
Drip
Drip
The sound of her blood running down her face and into the puddle of blood below her filled the street. Was this where she failed, was this small thing what broke her? Normally she could take out all these assassins easily, her head would be clear and she would be able to pull herself together and focus.
Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'till you just go pop, whoa
But it wasn’t one of those days, she was tired, her mind was clouded, and all she could hear were the voices screaming in her head that all reminded her of her failures. Her head was spinning a million miles a minute and she just could not keep the voices in her head straight or silence them like she had been able to before. Her head felt like it was going to explode, it was so full and clouded, and it felt like she was going to collapse with all of the weight mounted on her shoulders. At this point she couldn’t even tell if the weight was invisible anymore, could others see it? Would anybody be able to see the load that was about to make her finally tip over the edge? Would they even care?
Give it to your sister, your sister's older
Give her all the heavy things we can't shoulder
Who am I if I can't run with the ball?
Memory upon memory flooded her mind of all the responsibilities that she needed to carry and be fully aware of even now. She knew that many of the punishments for Damian’s “failures” were too much, far too harsh, for him, so she would plead with her grandfather to give them to her. He’d often give them to her with little convincing on her part. She had also tried to do this with Father, but he would never let her. He said that Damian needed to learn for himself what the consequences for his actions were.
Her mind flashed back to one of the many incidents that caused permanent reminders to liter her back.
“Please Grandfather. It was not Damian's fault! Please, I will take the punishment, give me the burden. He will never repeat the offense again. I will make sure of it.”
She pleaded with her head bowed as she kneeled down at her grandfather’s throne. Last time she had made eye contact while she pleaded for her little brother he carried a look in his eyes that made her feel sick with fear. It was some kind of sick amusement, and she was scared she would actually vomit if she ever saw it again.
“Very well. His punishment was twenty lashes in front of the entire League, you will take them instead.”
Marinette swallowed slightly at the thought of more lashings on her still healing back. She knew that he was lying in the fact that Damian’s punishment would have been public. He just wanted to humiliate her, remind her of her place and worth in his eyes. She needed to do this though, Damian would one day lead the League and he needed to be in perfect condition for that to happen. Who was she if she couldn’t protect her brother , it was her duty to protect him.
She didn’t understand why Grandfather’s assassin’s were going after her. She knew Damian was currently with Father, so why come after someone as useless as her ? It didn’t matter though, she would continue to carry on the duty of protector for her family. She would shoulder all of the responsibility that Damian doesn’t understand quite yet. She couldn’t fall yet, and even though her entire body wanted to collapse, she got back into her fighting stance and attacked.
If I fall to
Pressure like a grip, grip, grip and it won't let go, whoa
Marinette gripped at the restraints keeping her arms above her head as the whip lashed down against her back again, and again, and again. She stood tall through all of it because she knew that if she fell onto her knees the pain would be so. Much. Worse . She could feel Damian’s gaze on her, it burned even worse than the lashes that continued to rain against her back. It definitely felt like more than 20 (Damian said it was).
Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa
Give it to your sister, your sister's stronger
See if she can hang on a little longer
Who am I if I can't carry it all?
The voices continued to grow louder and louder in her head and ear, so without thinking she took the comm out and threw it. She needed to focus, get away from all of the distractions right now because if she was going to live through this attack she needed to clear her head! She had to do this, they were after her, and who knew if they were also going after Damian.
She could do this, Father and the others should be on route, right? She just needed to hang on a little longer, she could do it! If she couldn’t do this simple task then who was she? Her back burned at the mere memory of what failure can cost.
If I falter
Under the surface
I hide my nerves and it worsens, I worry something is gonna hurt us
She needed to pull herself together, Marinette thought as she stabbed one of the assassins in a non-vital area in the leg.
Under the surface
The ship doesn't swerve as it heard how big the iceberg is
Marinette had a feeling that her family was close by. She couldn’t know for sure as she had thrown out her comm, but she’d like to believe that. It didn’t matter though, she had three assassins left. She could handle them, then she could go back home and sleep. The thought of sleep was enough of a distraction that for a brief second she lost her focus, and that was her biggest mistake. She jumped for one of the assassins and it felt like everything stopped before continuing in slow motion as another one came at her from her left side. She couldn’t stop her movement now that she had set her full momentum into play. She would need to find a way to get out of this with minimal harm done to herself quickly.
Under they surface
I think about my purpose,
Instead of thinking logically to make a plan to get out of the situation, her brain just did not want to function. They really had to pick today of all days where she just didn’t have her head screwed on right to go after her. Her mind instead wandered to one of her favorite moments with her little brother, even though he’s taller than her now.
It was a small recon mission, nothing grand or overly complex. They were in Hong Kong, China and it was the Chinese New Year. She remembered walking down the festive streets, the scent of all of the different foods, and all of the different styles of clothes the people wore. It was magical, and she could tell Damian was also fascinated with the scenes around them.
“Shaqiq, can we go watch the firework show? I hear they are a big and important tradition here.”
Damian was silent for a few moments before he gave a sharp nod.
“I believe that it would be a satisfactory reward for our work.”
And with that the twins ran around the city often stopping to watch small parades, dragon dances, and so many other festivities that occurred on the streets. Finally they made it to the firework show and watched the colorful explosions used only for show and the benefit of others rather than the death and destruction they were used to. They both laid side by side on the soft grass, almost cuddling together as they watched the lights and shapes made by the fireworks. It was a beautiful night, and one of the only times she could remember where both she and her brother were at peace, even for just a few moments.
It was hard to think of other times after that where she was able to help Damian. Soon it was hard to ever impress him, and she became a disappointment in his eyes as well. Had she done something wrong? Was she ever a good big sister? She tried to be, she tried everyday to be the best sibling, but it never seemed to be enough. Even after they left the League he always spent time with Grayson or Todd, was she no longer enough? She had to be a terrible sister if he never wanted to be around her anymore. And if he was always gone and she couldn’t protect him, did that mean she no longer had a purpose? Did that mean she really was worthless now?
can I somehow preserve this?
Marinette knew that she was doomed as soon as she felt the prick in her leg. She felt everything begin to tilt on its axis in a terrible and horrifying way. Could she find a way to get out of this before she passed out? Could she fight through the sedative and preserve her life? Did she even have a chance of winning now?
Line up the dominoes
A light wind blows
You try to stop it tumbling
But on and on it goes
Each step she took grew heavier and heavier. Her eyes seemed to droop more and more with each blink. Her breathing was becoming more laborious and staying awake seemed now and more pointless by the second. She couldn’t fall asleep though, not here, not now ! Marinette fought through the sedative as hard as she could and even managed to knock out one of the three assassins.
Unfortunately she was getting sloppier as each step took more and more of an effort to make. Everything felt almost numb and it only took one step on a puddle of her own blood to make her slip up. It was poetic in a way, that her blood was what led to her downfall as the next thing she knew she was on the ground. Her brain just couldn’t process things fast enough and before she knew it her hands and feet were hogtied behind her back. She tried to struggle out of the ropes, but all of her energy seemed to be completely drained from her body and all she could do was lay there and let her eyes fall shut.
But wait
If I could shake the crushing weight of expectations
Would that free some room up for joy
Marinette remembered what it was like to stare at the manor that she would now live in with her father and apparently other brothers for the first time. Her chest seemed to lighten at the thought of not having the same expectations the League had put upon her. She wouldn’t have to train to kill as she had heard that her father forbade murder. She may not even have to fight or be a vigilante if she didn’t want to. That thought brought a warm feeling that bloomed in her chest. She nearly cried at the thought of finally living a peaceful life.
Or relaxation, or simple pleasure?
Maybe she could draw and not have to hide it from anyone. Maybe her family would even like her drawings! Or she could read books for fun rather than educational purposes. She had heard of all of these different types of books and genres from her missions, so maybe she could read and understand what they were talking about now! She closed her eyes and imagined drinking tea in the beautiful garden or just taking a nap in the sun when it was day. Being able to let her guard down and just…be. Nothing to drag her down, no one trying to kill her, a life of tranquility and maybe even love…
Instead we measure this growing pressure
Keeps growing, keep going
Her dreams immediately crashed down around her when she saw Damian attack one of Father’s partners. Not just any partner, his right hand partner. Robin, A.K.A. Timothy Jackson Drake. She quickly jumped in and pulled Damian back, saving the boy from the random and unexpected attack.
“Damian! What are you doing? We can not attack Father’s partners.”
She scolded. Damian just glared at her and crossed his arms replying haughtily,
“He is not worthy of being Father’s partner. He is not blood, I am.”
And with that response Marinette knew that she would never be free of the pressure and expectations that immediately dropped back onto her shoulders tenfold. Damian was going to be the difficult twin, the obvious troublemaker. That meant that she had to be the good, perfect twin, just like before. She would have to keep Damian in line and stop him from causing problems so Father wouldn’t hate her them. Afterall, if they caused too many problems Father might kick them out and send them back to the League, and Marinette would do anything to never go back there. She refused to ever let that happen. She would kill herself before she was ever brought back to that wretched place.
So with a bright smile that was meant to send a warning to Damian and show she meant no harm to the others she calmly replied,
“That is no way to speak to your new brother Damian. He is important to Father so he must be important to us.”
Damian looked down and mumbled under his breath,
“Maybe to you, but not me.”
It was barely audible, but she heard it. Damian had been picking up more of Grandfather’s methods when he was around her. Of course they were never as horrible, but the verbal lashings had been more harsh and frequent than ever before.
Her shoulders felt so heavy, how much more if this could she really handle? The answer: More . One of the many voices in the back of her mind whispered. You can and must handle so much more. Marinette stood up and turned to the boy that Damian attacked and began to apologize for Damian’s actions as one of Father’s other partners began to talk to her brother and lead him away from Tim…and herself.
'Cause all we know is
Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa
The tears wouldn’t stop falling onto the floor. The drip, drip, drip of salt water fell onto the smooth cement floor. The weight was both physical and mental as she was held down by Grandfather’s assassins. Father had been too late, if he had even come for her at all, and now she awaited her inevitable fate at the hands of the merciless Demon’s Head.
Each tear that had fallen held a memory of her past that had led to the current breakdown that was years in the making as she was being transported to who knew where. The League of Assassins had so many bases all over the world, many of which had a Lazarus Pit that it was impossible for her to truly know where she would end up till she was there. Her body shook with the effort to keep her sorrow silent, but she hadn’t made a sound yet, and she was going to keep it that way.
Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa-oh-oh
She tried to hold back her tears, but everytime she did it felt like someone was pouring acid on her eyes. Everything was broken, her mind felt fractured and her facade of strength and confidence finally broke. They always said that the bottle always shatters during the worst of times. Her frame seemed to shake even though she refused to let out the sobs that burned her throat and needed to escape! The salt of her tears burned against her skin, falling deep into the cracks of her soul and scorched it with every drop.
Give it to your sister, it doesn't hurt
Damian’s disappointed face flashed before her eyes and his voice rang in her ears, “Don’t be weak sister, you need to be strong. Your tears are useless.” Marinette didn’t want to disappoint him again, she hated disappointing anyone she cared about.
And see if she can handle every family burden
Watch as she buckles and bends but never breaks
She steeled back the tears, let the pressure burn behind her eyes. She hoped that Damian would never know of her moment of weakness. She prayed that she would stay strong and face this trial without more embarrassing things such as her stupid emotions getting in the way. She would stand strong, and she won’t let anything get to her again. She could feel the stone walls being built up again as she composed herself. She would never be weak again.
No mistakes just
Marinette was practically thrown to her knees as they entered the room that contained Grandfather’s once intimidating throne room that she had once feared as she knew that being there meant only terrible news and/or pain. Taking in a deep breath and knowing that she was now stronger than she was the last time she was in this predicament she lifted her head and stared directly into Ra’s deadly green eyes. She had never been happier than she was at this moment that she had inherited her father’s blue eyes rather than his. Ra’s glared at her, a silent warning to look away, but she refused. She would show him. She wasn’t a defect, her birth was only a setback, being a weak sickly child was and never would be her fate.
“What a pleasant greeting Grandfather, I don’t suppose I’m here for a family reunion.”
Marientte said sarcastically as she stared almost bored at the man standing above her. The glare he sent her would have once made her cower in fear, but not anymore. Never again.
Pressure like a grip, grip, grip and it won't let go, woah
Ra’s was dragging her somewhere now, his grip firm and achingly tight around her wrist. She tried to fight against it, but she was too weak from the previous battle as none of the wounds had been tended to. It didn’t help that the world was practically spinning due to the concussion she had received, not to mention the amount of blood loss.
Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'till it's ready to blow, woah
Give it to your sister and never wonder
If the same pressure would've pulled you under
Damian paced the back of the Batplane front and back, front and back, front and back, until he yelled out his frustration and punched at the wall. Unfortunately it did nothing to take away the anxiety that tore and ate at him alive. The tension was thick as everyone did everything they could to find his sister, their sister, Bruce’s daughter. Damian knew how strong his sister was, how much she had grown from being trained under Father’s wing, but he also knew what she had gone through with their Grandfather. She was born sick, wrong, but she became such an amazing fighter and was extremely intellectual. She had taken on so many things for him, taken so many of his punishments to prove her strength, but it was always for not. He had to get his sister back!
Damian snapped his head to the side and watched as Drake hacked into different sections of the League and listened to what his moles knew about what was happening. Apparently they knew nothing . They reported that they didn’t even know the Demon Head was on a base as he had gone incognito over two months ago. Damian had never been religious, had too much blood on his hands and knowledge of the horrors that were on this Earth to believe that a God would ever let these things happen. But at this moment, he prayed to any and every God that seemed to exist that they would reach her in time. That she was fine, well as fine as she could be after the battle she endured, and most importantly. He prayed that she was ALIVE.
Who am I if I don't have what it takes?
Marinette gripped at the hand that was wrapped tightly around her neck as she was held right above the green bubbling pit that Ra’s loved so much. There was a sword exactly where her heart was, the sharp point teasing her. The bite gave her the smallest sample of what was to come.
“You were born weak and defective, an abomination of what an Al Ghul should be.”
Ra’s began in his deep stoic voice. Marinette was tempted to spit in his face, but she knew better than to further anger the man who could kill her in a second's time.
“Though you have grown you are still defective, you have not reached the perfection you need to be a true fighter for our family. But I will make you perfect, I will reforge you in the Lazarus Pit so that you will be my perfect blade. The weapon you were always meant to be. Only then will you truly be ready to protect me and your brother, to protect your true family.”
No cracks, no breaks
No mistakes, no pressure
Marinette looked Ra’s directly in the eyes and used the glare that her father had taught her. She had already lost hope that her family would get to her in time, she had always known that it was unlikely they would. She knew her grandfather well, she knew that this was planned far in advance. Everything calculated so that the plan would go through without interruption and that she would not be able to escape. But that didn’t mean that she was going to surrender.
“I am perfect the way I am. I am not and never have been defective. I will never be your weapon ,”
She said disgusted and filled with a righteous anger that blazed to life inside her chest.
“I am Damian’s sword, I am his armor, and I am his shield. Nothing you do, no sword, no whip, no torture, and no Lazarus Pit will ever change that.”
Ra’s laughed at her, but Marinette only continued to glare at the man. Even as the grip around her neck grew tighter, she would never again cower away from him or anyone.
“You may have found some strength, but you forget. You are the property of The League of Assassins, and that means you will always be mine.”
He said, whispering “mine” in her ear before running the sword through her. A gasp tore through Marinette as her eyes widened as nothing but pure agony burned and ruptured through her body. It didn’t stop there as she felt the sword be pulled out of her in small increments that caused anguished screams to rip their way out of her throat. But even through the torment, she never broke her gaze with the monster that was her grandfather. She didn’t break it when she was falling. She didn’t break it when she was submerged in the thin pool of green, bubbling, scathing waters. She didn’t break it when her body burned from the inside out and her thoughts were replaced with an angered voice that whispered for her to kill, kill, kill! Destroy the Ba* that caused your torment and anguish. Make him feel all of the pain you felt. Kill him, and you’ll be free of him and the burdens he places upon you. Kill him and you and brother will never have to fear him ever again. Marinette blinked once. All she see was green. And all she could feel was pure unadulterated rage.
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I went to the remnants of myspace and found this
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Across the Void playlist
The 411 — Colm R. McGuinness
Future Nostalgia — Dua Lipa
All I Ever Wanted — Chloe x Halle
Levitating — Dua Lipa
Sour Candy — Lady Gaga & BLACKPINK
Take Me Over (feat. SAFIA) — Peking Duk
Technicolour — Mansionair
Here 4 Vibes — Colm R. McGuinness
Galaxy — Chloe x Halle
Don’t Start Now — Dua Lipa
Cybergeist — Colm R. McGuinness
Stayed 4 Vibes — Colm R. McGuinness
Dance on the Moon — AURORA
Cdxi — Colm R. McGuinness
#playchoices#choices#across the void#choices atv#playlists#the fact that there are 5 Colm McGuinness songs will make sense when you listen I swear
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Did a little art thing it was supposed to be random but I think I accidentally made the first spinjitsu master lol
#cybergeist#fanart#art#ninjago#lego ninjago#the first master#Asian style art#possibly Morro if he never went bad to b honest#love my green child
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Mission: Speedrun Adoption
by CyberGeist
Wilbur and Tommy have been working for the hit organization Black Rose since they were rescued by one of its members 8 years ago and would very much like to be out of debt now. They are good at what they do and have a perfect record of completing their jobs. Phil and Kristin started a gang to take care of kids. Dream Team are some of those kids. Technoblade got surprise adopted by Kristin. In a normal world these people would never meet, but Dream and Techno had a bet, a bet about whether or not he could find a hit man who could actually take down Techno, well Wilbur and Tommy are about to find out which one of the two men is right...
Words: 1321, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP - Fandom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Kristin Rosales Watson, Phil Watson, Angel of Death, sbi - Character, Dream Team - Character, TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Dream SMP Ensemble, Clay | Dream's Sister Drista (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Chat - Character, Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Badboyhalo - Character, Not everyone in the SMP is in this but a lot of them are, random oc's, I literally have oc's so I can satisfy my need to kill characters without killing main characters, If you like OC's this is the wrong fic they have a tendency to die, OC Death - Character, I murder Oc's, do I have a problem? - Character, probably - Character, Help I'm writing about minecraft characters, Gang SBI - Character, Gang Dream SMP, Powers Au - Character, Gang AU - Character, Crimeboys AU - Character, Good Clay Dream
Relationships: Kristin Rosales Watson/Phil Watson, SBI Found family - Relationship, Dream Team - Relationship, Crime boys - Relationship, Crime Duo - Relationship, Bench Trio - Relationship, no romantic relationships!, Except Phil and Kristin duh
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/36669628
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Sabías que, hoy cumple 41 años el músico estadounidense Jeremy Miles Ferguson, más conocido por Jinxx, nacido en Webster City, Iowa conocido por su trabajo como compositor, letrista, pianista, violinista y guitarrista de la banda post-hardcore de Cincinnati, Black Veil Brides a la que se unió en 2009. Han publicado hasta la fecha seis álbumes, el más reciente fue ‘The Phantom Tomorrow’ en 2021. Jinxx también ha tocado con The Dreaming, Amen, Team Cybergeist y The Drastics. @relaxvideobar www.relaxvideobar.com (at RELAX VIDEO BAR) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYdUZDhMZqk/?utm_medium=tumblr
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NordVpn Review - How Does Cyber Ghosts VPN Work?
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Hollow Bones so Fragile and Thin.
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7ScrEZp
by CyberGeist
Shifters are rare some more so than others. Tim is a very rare shifter. This has unfortunate consequences.
(This gets real dark guys. But if you want a happy ending ask me in the comments and I’ll give it to you)
Words: 2128, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Red Robin - Character, Red Hood, Nightwing, Robin (DCU)
Relationships: platonic only
Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, dark themes, Angst, Hurt, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Wingfic, Minor OC Villain - Freeform, jasons gonna kill him later, Hurt Tim Drake, he gets hurt real bad, I like to think this ended ok, but I was writing this late at night so it might not have a happy ending, if you want him to live tell me in the comments, ill give you a happy ending if you ask nicely
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7ScrEZp
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