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They’re not sure what they’re seeing. It’s a—
Well, it’s something that boggles the brain. Makes you do a double take. Something that well—just doesn’t seem possible.
Darkseid—yes, that Darkseid—is bound and gagged by a slip of a girl. She looks no older than 23, someone who by all accounts should have been overwhelmed by college exams or a new job.
Not someone who has a feral, bloody grin on her face and a few burgeoning bruises on her face.
“Well!” She says cheerily, mouth widening into a true smile. There’s blood in her teeth, and it looks like a tooth has been knocked out.
She’s not even out of breath. It’s frankly terrifying. “You gave me a bit more of a workout than the others do.” Hands on her hips, surveying the battlefield—and make no mistakes, it was a battlefield—she glances down at the bound god.
“Time for you to go back!” And then—and then—this is the part where everyone collectively believes they must be hallucinating. Or in a bizarre dream. Or—and really, this makes the most sense—they’re dead.
That is the one and only explanation for how this 5’6, maybe 160lbs woman is able to heft Darkseid up.
“Sorry for the interruption! I have to get this little guy,” and here she jiggles him like he’s a sack of potatoes, “back home. Bye!”
And she just. Leaves.
It’s silent. There is no pandemonium, no rush of questions, because what do you say to that?
The step, step, step of her heels are the only thing heard.
“Little guy,” someone echoes in disbelief.
Jazz always thought she'd be a psychiatrist. Things did not work out like that.
Being the older sister to one of the strongest ghosts, and being in constant contact with Ectoplasm and said ghost, gave her certain powers.
Certain responsibilities.
She can either talk a spirit into, or force it to move on.
Her powerset is a little broken, she thinks, as "spirit" is a vague concept, and she can technically banish any supernatural entity back to where it's supposed to be.
Demons? No problem.
Gods? Harder, but doable.
Ghosts? Barely breaking a sweat.
So her job, as she is paid to do courtesy of the Observants, is to go where there is a breach in reality and just...shove that spirit back to where it's supposed to be. They give her items to assist, and she uses her abilities in tandem with those items well enough to be nigh unstoppable.
One of those items, however, she never had to use; a length of unbreakable chain so fine it looks like a ribbon. Specifically, a leftover of the very same one that bound Fenrir in Norse Mythology.
Well, she hasn't needed to use it until today.
She was ordered to go banish a new god back to his realm, for attempting to end the world. Again.
Which has led her to standing, bloody and triumphant, over a bound and contained Darkseid as she banishes him back to whence he came.
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The End of Nothing?
Lucid Dream
The night after I ‘awoke’ in my dreams again.
Blackness all around me, as usual.
But something was off, as if the blackness would end a few paces in front of me.
Has that always been there? Did I just not notice it?
I went closer.
Wondering what and if there was anything beyond that 'end', I carefully stretched out a hand.
My hand was stopped. It was cold and hard. And it had a rough feeling to it. Like stone. Or Bricks.
Does… does this... ‘thing’ end anywhere? But how can an end, end? And how can this nothingness even have an end? Are those the boundaries of my mind, my dreams?
I held one hand on this… whatever it was, this stone thingy. I held one hand on it, and went along, without ever letting go.
After some time, I noticed something glowing.
Light? Here? How can this be?
I went closer. At a faster pace.
The lights were moving, and they twinkled every few seconds.
I began running towards it, since I didn’t seem to get closer.
Suddenly I realized what those lights were, they were eyes. A pair of glowing, twinkling eyes. And they had seen me.
Picture The Black Wall by Eleni Tsami / eilidh
Music Lucid Dream by Neeko Freeman
© The Zero 零 Squad, 2013-2016
drifting away
A chasm has opened up All paths have failed What cure is there now for broken hearts? The happiness that never was mine May it be yours, it wherever you go My desire is, for you to live, And for your hopes and dreams to come true
May your world never reflect the barrenness of mine
each and every memory of yours is etched into my heart The way you would smile at me The way you would whisper to me that “You belong only to me” God only knows how it came to this pass How we came to be driven apart
I abandoned everything for you I burnt all my boats to come here to you But you never became mine You simply walked away I don’t know where you disappeared, taking my heart with you
Where would I go? I’m still right here I’m present in every beat of your heart You’re in my dreams when I sleep In my thoughts when I’m awake At each and every moment, you’re with me My heart beats for no one but you Now it will never belong to anyone else I am saying goodbye
I am saying goodbye
I am saying goodbye
I am saying goodbye
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having no (or tiny) pockets to put my phone in most of my clothing is crazy annoying bc if i want to tie my hair, i have to
a) awkwardly cradle it in the crook of my neck
b) stuff it in my nearly-useless pocket and pray it doesn't fall out (this also renders me immobile bc if i walk my phone will 100% fall out so this option isn't even applicable most of the time)
c) put it in my bag and get whacked in the face by my purse when it slides down my arm as i raise it to tie my hair)
d) put it on the floor like a fucking maniac (i have done this when i was particularly desperate in an empty elevator)
this is in vietnam btw so more comfortable unisex clothing isn't that commen yet, unfortunately :(
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Hey guys, need y’all’s opinions on this: which variants of this outfit for Tyson/Takao do you guys like more? Vote below
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Of three kings
Oh fallen emperor Do you see the truth? Young hate burned through Scorching through your world Sealing fate for everyone Except that missing one who foretold: United we stood on the horizon Scattered we fell all into darkness Covered in lies and façade did he come Angered and sad from times past Secrets kept deep from everyone So he may end them last Is it irony or was it fate? Unity killed his mind Sending him deeper into the madness. Collected and calm is what he was He did know the truth Roving amongst the flock twas Insidious plot and hate, So sad that in the end he was too late
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If one were to look at a blurry picture accidentally taken on a dark night, could one possibly say much about it given it's story or even write 3-4 paragraphs worth of information on the picture? The old saying goes that a picture is worth a thousand words. But is that so? Can information on a picture truly be worth only so much? What about pictures of holocaust victims, or of the aftermath of the bombings over Nagasaki and Hiroshima? Even then for pictures that define much or are not as easily distinguishable, then there's not much to say. Yet the real problem with the phrase is that why does it have to be words that define a picture? Why not numbers? Numbers could provide just as good as an interface to define meaning as words can. Number combinations such as 1337 or 8008135 can still be understood by the reader as long as they have previous knowledge on the number combination. Watch as I demonstrate: 843 378462837 333463 3837984464 8428 93 5669 22688 843 96753 93 5483 46. Even emojis (unfortunately) can provide a "sturdy" way to communicate thought and emotion from images. This can be a good way to communicate to children the value of not littering: 🚯or👮will🔫and🚔take you to🌋 (My apologies, I couldn't find an emoji for prison so I used volcano) To summarize, a picture cannot simply be dumbed down to a thousand words. Many interfaces exist and can accurately describe a picture. So my proposal is to instead say "A picture is worth a varied amount of characters and character combinations based on whatever interface the viewer would like to use".
Chuuyas real ability is cosplay ig. Good for him, good for him.
Nothing
I never wanted to exist. To be created. But now I have to live, I have to create in return. But how does one do that when one’s world is nothing. There isn’t joy, but there also isn’t pain. I simply just exist. I’m not sure how. But I must create, that’s what I was created for. But creation originates from something. A feeling, a thought, an experience. I’ve had those, but none good enough to create.
I tried learning the piano when I was 5, my mother stopped my lessons when I turned 6. In the one year I had created nothing but noise. Not pleasant noise.
I tried painting when I was 9, I followed a step by step tutorial, but my painting still came out…wrong. The colours all looked boring and the image itself looked like…nothing. It was just paint on a canvas.
I tried writing when I was 13. Maybe the new experiences of a teenager would inspire me. Maybe I could make my english teacher proud. But my words felt empty. My english teacher returned the paper without an expression. It had gotten a decent mark, but it wasn’t good enough.
By age 16 I gave up. I couldn’t create. It brought nothingness and it was never good enough. I wasn’t good enough. It was strange, trying to create, but the people around me always responded to my work with silence or a neutral expression, as if it made them feel nothing. I started to feel like perhaps I was nothing.
At age 18 I had no friends. I had become a no one. I disappeared into the nothingness of whatever I did. Until I met a girl. I had hummed a song. Nothing specific. Just a tune. I had zoned out. The girl was sat next to me. She had gasped and said that it was, “beautiful”. I made sure she was talking to me. She laughed and nodded. She was very passionate about music and talked my ear off the rest of the period. A feeling stirred. She walked with me to my next class and hummed the tune I created. I created. Purely on accident. She teased that it would be stuck in her head all day. I saw her again the next day and she was still humming my tune. She asked if I ever thought of making music. I told her I didn’t make stuff. She laughed.
“Of course you make stuff, you make carbon dioxide, you make sounds, beautiful and catchy ones at that.” she laughed and the feeling stirred again. “I guess.” I replied. “You make me laugh.” she said, but she had whispered it, as if the sentence wasn’t supposed to be heard. “Oh, well, that’s on accident. It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. I haven’t laughed in a while, so thank you.” she said. “Why have you not laughed?” I couldn’t help but ask. She gave me a shy smile. “I had nothing that made me laugh.” I felt my heart plummet. I blinked. That didn’t make sense. I was nothing. How could I make her laugh if I was nothing. It didn’t make sense.
She smiled at me again and my breath hitched. “I’m Alice by the way, I never actually introduced myself.”
I hesitated. “I’m..” nothing, “…Robin. I’m Robin.”
Maybe it wasn’t that I couldn’t create, maybe it was that the people around me just couldn’t understand it.
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"The gods smiled down upon her. She was the one, their only creation willing to sacrifice herself, for bettering man. Yet he was a fool, his voice lacked luster, a type of deeper meaning. Even worse... those words were used forever, without purpose, lost on the first human who tried to define her. God, I could never forgive myself."
The first post
I don't know what I should write in my first post. It's always hard to start something when you see a blank sheet of paper in front of you. In my case, an empty blog.
So, I decided to write here NOTHING. There won't be very important information or reflections about the problems of humanity in this post. There will be NOTHING. Except one simple drawing of cat. I hope you’ll like it.
