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[in the style of the Finding Nemo seagulls] Id fic? Id fic? Id fic? Id fic?
ok id fic!!
the backstory is over the weekend i needed a break from editing wsbf, and i found a prompt on the dc kinkmeme, along the lines of: omega bruce foils an assassination attempt on kryptonian ambassador kal. this is probably a one off thing in this verse, it is not a story it's just a little. warmup
1.5k, gen, superbat, omegaverse, i was gonna leave this completely unedited but @januariat as usual saved my life
So this is it, Kal thinks, gasping for breath as he presses vainly at the side of his robes, trying to stem the blood. Krypton’s last hope, Krypton’s only hope, and he’s failed. Around him there’s noise, chaos, as Mala and Tor race after the assassin, as the humans’ voices rise in alarm. There’s another being next to him. Kal flinches as the black-garbed one presses primitive bandages to his side. There’s nothing he can do but wait for his skilorrosh, the death vision Telle grants as Flamebird frees his soul from his body and bears it home on her wings to Rao.
Can Flamebird even find him here, on this strange world? Is he doomed to be lost to Kythona’s darkness? It seems like it; there’s no warming red glow the poets of the brain-vaults had described, only cold and darkness and pain pressing in on his vision. Kal closes his eyes. Mother. Father. I’m sorry.
And then - radiant gold, beyond anything he’s ever imagined possible.
When Kal had been a young child, perhaps five or so, he had snuck into his father’s lab and found himself floating. Antigravity was nothing new to him - Jor had discovered the principle years before his birth - but his father had been experimenting with augmenting the machine, passing the energy through different wavelengths of light. Kal’s whole body had felt, for a brief moment, as though Rao himself had taken hold of it, like he was stronger than a drang, faster than a photon. And then he had gone out like a light, along with the power supply of half the city of Kryptahnugrhahs.
This overpowering, blinding sensation is the only thing that has ever felt close. His blood is made of lightning, his nerves fire. The scents and sounds of the room explode into infinite detail, and he jerks his hands to his ears instinctively, accidentally shattering the rock hall of the floor. He curls tighter, helpless against the smell of blood and panic in the air, Tor and Mala’s Beta and Omega scents united in fury, the mass of human scents impenetrable and alien. There’s one close to him, the one that’d been helping, pressure against his side, a little stronger. Kal curls into it, instinctively reaching for the wrist.
Something feels wrong with the glove as he touches it, though. It bends, and then the pressure’s gone, the hand withdrawn. Kal - had he hurt them? He curls tighter, distressed, an almost childlike whine escaping. He doesn’t want to hurt-
“Just breathe,” a low voice murmurs near him. There’s something touching his face. Kal turns his hand into it blindly. The sounds around him - they’re fading a little. But so is the pain. Kal frowns and moves a hand back to his torso, where the bullets had gone in. His tabard is still slick with blood, his body’s…
It hurts. But it’s a lot better.
That low comforting voice starts to count, and Kal does his best to time his breathing to it. The noise and chaos is more distant now. Kal opens his eyes. It’s one of Earth’s protectors kneeling above him, the mysterious one in the mask. The Batman. The opaque, unnerving white lenses of his mask have been retracted, and his eyes are fixed on Kal’s.
“That’s it,” the man says reassuringly, and there’s a hint of a rumbling purr to the words. Kal blinks, the uproar of talking and breathing and heartbeats easier to filter out in favor of the man before him. There is something strange - the briefings had said that the planet still practices caste-based discrimination, and yet - this man has the alien but unmistakable richness to his scent, concealed though it is under neutralizers, the reassuring timbre to his voice common to the human Omegas of Earth.
Omegas, on this backwards planet, would not be first responders, would not be public servants. Would not be what the briefings had called ‘super-heroes.’ And yet this man is an Omega.
He’s staring up into the man’s silvery-gray eyes, washed out like the color of rain, when the noise takes a sharp upturn. Batman looks away. Kal smells his fellow ambassador’s scents before he hears their voices. Mala is first to reach them, pushing through the crowd, fury roiling in her scent. “You animals,” she snarls, and Kal notes with alarm that she’s pulled the concealed raygun General Zod had insisted they carry. He pushes himself upright.
“Stand down, Mala Ro-Zan,” Kal growls, or tries to growl, anyway.
“We will not stand down,” Tor growls back to him Lurvish, teeth bared at the humans surrounding them. His diplomat’s staff has reformed into a vikhirn, its three points gleaming in the dim red light. “The outsiders shot to kill you, moliom! We came to them on our knees begging for help and the savages-”
The vikhirn’s deadly points of light focus on Batman’s cowl as Tor levels the weapon at the Omega, and something inside Kal snaps. “Stand down,” he roars, Alpha markings burning gold-bright across his skin. There’s a reddish haze across his vision, and he distantly realizes that he’s a few inches off the ground. Mala bares her teeth, furious, but centuries of civilization fold beneath millenia of evolution and her claws slide back beneath her skin. Tor, as a Beta, is less affected; he stops in his tracks, low challenge-growl beginning in his chest, but when Kal stalks towards him he ducks his head.
The hall’s fallen silent. Kal takes the vikhirn from Tor and inputs the dissolution override; the sunstone crumbles to sparkling dust. He holds his hand out to Mala for her raygun.
“No, moliom,” Mala rumbles. “I will not leave us defenseless in this - khaovrrosh.” She leaves the insult in Lurvish, the older language impenetrable to Lantern translation, but with the open disdain in her eyes as she looks at the assembled humans, Kal doubts that the insult will be lost on them. His Alpha hindbrain has retreated but it’s close under his skin, tense with the danger of the situation. Later that night, writing his report, Kal will look back on his loss of composure with some embarrassment. But in the moment it was the only thing he could have done, with the lightning still racing through his veins and the knowledge that Krypton is doomed if the mission fails. The last of the surge of power fades, and he drops to the ground, trying not to stagger. Mala moves in to support him, albeit begrudgingly.
“A human has tried to kill our ambassador Kal-El-jran,” Tor says to the crowd of diplomats, tense. “Your kind has-”
“Stop, Tor,” Kal says. With the all-consuming radiance and the adrenaline of nearly dying gone, he feels exhausted and drained, his side throbbing with pain. But if he doesn’t take back control of the negotiation, Tor will continue with the formal withdrawal. For Rao’s sake, it seems like he’s the only one who remembers what’s at stake here. Kal straightens, leaning on Mala, and looks Tor directly in the eye. “Unless I’m much mistaken, a human also saved my life.” Kal nods to Batman, who’s retreated back into the stone impassiveness he’d greeted the ambassadors with. Kal looks at him a moment too long. His head is starting to ache, and he’s distantly aware of swaying a little on his feet, of Mala moving closer to brace him. “I - move to - let Rao set on the proceedings for today, and - convene tomorrow under a fresh sky.” The formal words are hard to remember.
Wonder Woman, the lead negotiator for the humans, frowns in soft concern. It’s a stark contrast to her warrior’s garb and poise. “Of course. Kal-El-jran, may we offer any medical assistance?”
“Your kind has done quite enough,” Mala snaps, her claws briefly poking into Kal’s side before she retracts them swiftly. Kal can’t quite bring himself to care. Dizziness is beginning to overcome him; he closes his eyes but that makes the swaying worse. Tor says something about having medical facilities on their ship, and there’s another arm around him, steadying him.
“Just promise me we’ll still be on this planet when I wake up,” Kal mumbles to Mala. “Swear it.”
Mala breathes out sharply in frustration.
Kal stops moving. He’ll collapse on the damn floor if he has to, damn Kryptonian pride.
“We will be,” Mala says. “Come on, Kal-El.”
There’s something still worrying him, though. “Did they catch them?” Is there any danger to his fellow Kryptonians, to this tense, frayed distal pack they’ve cobbled together?
“Yes,” Tor says, steadying him up the ramp. The serenity of Kryptonian architecture soothes the ragged edge of his Alpha a little, his instincts recognizing it as safety, even as the throbbing in his side is growing. Kelexo are hovering by the doors, and move in to support him.
“Good,” he tells the ceiling, as a Kelex rolls up his sleeve and injects his arm with medication. “I think - I think I’m going to pass out now.”
#fuck it we ball!!!#me: oh i should take a break from the fic where clark is so so so so so sad. let me write a scene where kal almost Dies#i DO have more kryptonian flavored superbat ingredience in the fridge but that's. a post wsbf activity#superbat#my writing#thanks for the ask :^)#anonymous
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despite being a dsmp enjoyer from almost the start i have yet to draw everyone’s obligatory fireworks to the face . rectified that just in time for explode tubbo tuesday :3
#crow.jpg#dream smp#scribbles#dsmp#dsmp fanart#tubbo#tubbo fanart#shrug ok i don’t care hard enough for more tags#tbh idk if this is really art this is more a higher effort scribble#but who cares#fuck it we ball!!!#my dsmp resurgence is going . great
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fuck it we ball
#fuck it we ball!!!#the manga rly does not hesitate to show all the emotions flash clear as day across his face its great#hes so fucking unserious#you can tell watanuki is dense as hell deeply repressing his emotions and has abandonment trauma cause#anyone else would catch on in a heartbeat#that shits gay as hell fuck it we ball#douwata#xxxholic#twitter repost
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I miss my wife, tails
I swear I tried
HELP WHY AM I SURPRISED I WAS LIKE OH I NEEDA GET A DARKER COLOR! WHAT? ITS ALREADY BLAVK????
turck ♥️
#the “no-kill” rule#IM SCARD put that yippie thing in here#im noticing things i could fix im gonna blow up#fuck it we ball!!!#spider noir#anyway im gonna go on with my night without consequences.#I LOVE YOU one of the 2 fics i actually read#but like as a writer#yeah
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cringetober d8 - tumblr sexyman
its been about 9 years since i drew fnaf fanart but i was one of those "vincent" guys so heres something vague and difficult to look at
#things i make#eyestrain#blood#purple guy#michael afton#<- ?#william afton#which one is he. i never kept up with all of the lore ill be so real#fnaf vincent#FUCK IT WE BALL!!!#cringetober 2023#background color is uggo i know its uggo but it was sorta on purpose
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colored a nankidai sketch for practice!!
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gotta pull an all nighter for an assignment I have no idea how to even start or write so I drew a moodboard of my special ✨️ Forrest Moods(tm) ✨️that I am currently experiencing
#forrest speaks#uni talk#i am so fucked!!!! but fuck it!#fuck it we ball!!!#if i fuck this assignment up might as well try to put my whole pussy into this and burn myself out#forrest sighting
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augh i’m attempting to sculpt a tails figurine for myself. making a little wire and foil and tape thing is fun but now i gotta add clay to this thing don’t i. scary
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Hi letting u guys know I had two coffees and am sipping a redbull in case any of u thought I had any sense of self preservation
#idk what’s gonna happen to me cause I’ve never done that but it’s okay#fuck it we ball!!!#I got the peach nectarine one#even tho my fav is the tropical#but I wanted to try this#if I spam the dash later I’m sorry#I’m sitting on some Dabi thoughts tbh!!!!#I wanna dress him up like a doll btw#ghost thoughts
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This is really random but whenever I see you on my tl, I am just reminded that I can go crazy and feral on the internet and no one would judge on tumblr.com so I should just go feral.
And that makes me happy.
i am so gladi can insanity and sillyness for myfriends 😁😁😁
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"fuck it we ball" is for stress about the future "it is what it is" is for stress about the past and "this too shall pass" is for stress about the present thank you for coming to my TED talk
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One thing I love about Tumblr that wasn't a thing on Reddit is that I can just write whatever the fuck text post I want. No titles. No putting text on images. No algorithms or karma. Just fuckin splatter your mind onto the screen and people will see it. Like god intended.
#tumblr migration#tumblr#reddit migration#reddit#196#196 migration#shitpost#shitposting#fuck it we ball#how is this site even functional?
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He’s filled his house with chintz. To keep it real I fuck him on the floor.
#good omens#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#aziraphale#crowley#crowley x aziraphale#I know that’s not exactly the quote but fuck it we ball#unable and unwilling to get them out of my head
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#give something to the person you reblogged this from#idk if thats a tag but fuck it we ball#tumblr polls
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