Chaos - Blog Posts
Chaos.
My mind and heart are always in chaos. Their conflicts are my contemplations, their silence my dilemma.
Their contradicting desires to fulfil a single temptation, their yearning to solve something unsolvable. And that’s what keeps me going. Thinking, understanding, then losing it and then reassuring.
For the cycle to go on, they must stand at opposite ends so the boat doesn’t sink.
They must act parallel to walk together until my last breath.
But then, how will peace be achievable? For how long must this war go on? One must find content, one must feel fulfilled.
We choose how we live. Life is a series of them, like every mountain followed by a valley. Pain followed by bliss, riot followed by peace. Read it backwards and the perspective differs.
And at every turn, isn’t every choice, a war of wants?
Peace isn’t constant, a result of constant choices rather. Choice to stay silent and then speak, choice to find peace in war or war in peace.
Thereby, I choose to find solace in conflict.
Between heart and mind
They must be against each other so that I can stand against the world.
Day 2, chaos
Never planned but the human silhouette appeared
Very ironic I find, yes
There are two remaining sources of stability in this timeline. Waffle House and Tony Hawk. If either of them falls, chaos will reign.
It’s a beautiful day, and you are a horrible goose loose in the library
So, I’m getting to the very end of the novel 镇魂 Guardian by Priest, and I know that everyone is super worried that Chaos 混沌 is about to envelop the world, but the more I read, the hungrier I get…
What a difference one radical makes.
Ode to my week
Yesterday I bought some fruit
I pulled some plants up by the root
The day before I washed my clothes
And ruined the entire load
My ancient shelf fell off the wall
It launched my file box with its fall
And took my yarn and picture frame
The glass has broken, not my games
I need to do some gardening
My knees say that’s not happening
But still I got to pet my cat
And give her a cute little hat
My job does not appreciate
My physical restrictive trait
There’s so much paperwork of late
It’s something that my doctor hates
Today I tried to drink root beer
It fell and my whole room is smeared
I swear hekkin everywhere
My outlet, art book, printer, chair
This week is a chaotic mess
There’s been some good I must confess
I’m still sending an SOS
Ridiculous- just let me rest
Sloppity Bilepiper pfp I did for myself.
Phokulozortis -- Daemon Prince of Tzeentch. One of his favorite ruses is to assume the likeness of other daemonic creatures and play their role throughout a botched summoning or ritual.
You wanted to summon a daemonette, but instead a three-headed bittern appeared
Death Guard Ocs for a future comic!
Nurgle Marine by Váradi Paszkál
Favorite part of the Horus heresy is when Erebus Musk established DOGE and cut funding to the Mechanicum
Don't sabotage your future peace because familiar chaos is comfortable.
Gender reveal party?
You're mistaken, it's a
GANDER REVEAL PARTY
*I release geese into the party, turning it into absolute chaos, and watch it from my seat on the roof*
[Amusing myself and my anxiety] Post #4 - Harbinger of Chaos
[Amusing myself and my anxiety] Post #4 – Harbinger of Chaos
As it happens, no major mishaps have come my way for a long time. I thought all that trust and confidence thingy is working, but then this happened.
Take a paper and start writing a list, for I am to re-live the drastic measure I had to take to stop an almost inevitable dominoes effect.
I have chosen to rotate between labs to get a feel of each one and make a decision to which one I’ll…
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Big Loud People
Big loud people
Who can’t go a second without talking
Crowding my introverted type of brain
I'm a small person
Who needs to recharge from hectic chaos
Then they yelled out that they were leaving
And a sigh of relief went out the door as they left
They backed out of the driveway as if the house was blowing its nose
And the house breathed in a silence
A comforting silence
A refreshing spring breeze
That blew the curtains and the weight off my chest
After a while the silent stillness
Brought in the ghosts
That were guided in by the light white curtains shimmying around
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The MayDaisy !!! Still as good as the last time I read it from your universe ! Thank you so much for all the crumbs !!
If you don’t mind, could I ask that you expand a bit more on Skye and May’s reactions to Skye getting powers ?? Like if Skye was worried about how May would react, or if May was worried that her little girl was gonna turn out like that little girl in Bahrain ???
Hi Anon! I'm not sure if you're the same one from yesterday, but you're welcome all the same.
Now to the main event: Skye's powers and how they come to light!
I don't especially feel like writing this, mostly cause I'm still a little blocked and I'm not really sure how it would go, but here's the next best thing (AKA me forcing the words out and hoping it sounds fine).
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(2x11: Aftershocks)
(In the quarantine room.)
"Hey."
Skye glanced up from her hands. "Hey," she croaked. "What's up?"
May slid inside the glass box. Skye wanted to protest, but the words died in her throat when she saw Fitz nod at her from the outside. May tapped her hand. "Feeling like you’ve been in that glass box your whole life yet?" her mother asked her. "You doing okay?"
Skye nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I- I just…" She sighed. "I feel isolated and exposed at the same time. Being a caged animal is no fun." She cracked a small smile. "I'm used to it."
"I wish you weren't." May held onto her hand gently, like she was afraid that Skye had changed in that chamber, like she'd become glass. In a way, she kind of had. "Fitz said that you had something to tell me."
Skye didn't need to look up to see the engineer sitting by the door, effectively guarding them inside the soundproof box. Instead, she looked up at May.
"Please don't be... I don't know, mad, or something. " I don't want you to leave. "I didn't hide this from you. I barely... I found out from Fitz maybe an hour ago." Please don't be mad. Please, please, don't be mad. Please don't hate me. Please don't hate me because I changed. Please don't flinch. You never flinch. Skye swallowed. "I, uh..."
May tilted her chin up so that their eyes would meet, gazing at her, through her, and Skye knew that the jig was up. May could read her like an open book. May knew that something was wrong with her. May knew.
Skye's eyes burned. Her lungs burned. She squeezed her eyelids shut as tears came unbidden to the surface, and she clutched May's hand like a lifeline. She couldn't breathe.
Please don't hate me. Please don't go.
"Hey, hey, angel..." May's quiet voice came to her like a light in the fog. "Hey. Can you take a deep breath for me?"
She gulped in air, but it only made her more dizzy. She held onto May tighter.
"Can you open your eyes for me?" The world was too bright. She hated the lab. She hated how pristine and bright it was. "Good, thank you. Can you name me five things you can see?" Stupid fucking bright lights, stupid lab, stupid powers, stupid brain. "Skye?"
"Fitz, the lights, the lab..." She squinted. "The potted plant over there. You."
May tapped her hand twice. I love you. "Okay," she said, "what's four things you can touch?"
They went through the exercise, and only when Skye finally forced some water down her throat, did May let them talk about it. Her. Her powers.
"So." Skye swallowed slightly. Cracked a smile. "Where were we?"
"Don't." May gave her that look. "Don't do that."
Skye let out a small breath. "Well, what do you want me to do?" she demanded quietly. "What do you want me to say? 'Sorry for having a panic attack, please hold, I'll be right with you'? 'I have weird powers that make things explode and I have both survivor's guilt and regular guilt about killing one of my closest friends'? 'I feel like a murderer and like I'm truly, truly, my biological father's daughter'? Do you want me to say that?"
The silence between them hung heavily in the air. Skye's chest was heaving. I fucked up. I fucked up. This is bad. Fuck.
When May didn't say anything else, Skye dared to look up, finding her mother just staring at her. No heat. No anger, no sadness, just her eyes boring into Skye's soul. Skye knew that look. It was the one May got whenever she was thinking about Bahrain. She used to babble happy conversations to that look, trying to ease it away from her mother's face in time for dinner.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "For becoming this way."
May's face slowly melted back into her careful neutral. She tapped Skye's hand, once, twice. I'm sorry. I love you.
"Don't be sorry," May said after another moment. She held onto Skye as tightly as she could. "You're still who you are, powers or no powers."
"I'm different now," Skye protested.
"That may be true, but that's not all there is to you, is it?" May studied her expression. Skye felt her eyes rove over her face. "You're not just your powers. You're my daughter. You're Phil's daughter. You run this base. You're a genius in CS. You're one hell of an agent." May squeezed her hand again. "You're still you. Now with added..."
"Danger," Skye finished.
"Impact," May countered. Skye could see her mother wavering. She hated it, hated that she was the cause of it. "Once we get these powers of yours under control, they're just another tool in your toolbox."
"I'm a ticking time bomb."
"You're more than just a ticking time bomb."
"I'm still a ticking time bomb, even if I'm more than that."
Skye tried to pull away, but May held firm.
"You can learn how to control them," her mother said firmly. "And you will. I have faith that you will."
"What if I can't?" Skye asked. There was a buzz underneath her skin, like everything had been freshly slapped and blood was rushing to the surface. She wondered what that meant. "What if I hurt people? What if I..."
Repeat what happened down in the underground city, destroy lives and people and beliefs, turn into the girl that you have to take out to save everyone else, force us into a second Bahrain. What then?
"We can get through this," May said, knowing everything that passed through Skye's mind. "I trust you."
Skye knew her mother wasn't lying to her, but it seemed as if that she had misplaced beliefs. It wouldn't be the first time. It probably wouldn't be the last.
"Okay," she said anyway. "I trust you, too."
My 4 year old brother drew a chaos creature and now you all behold him
Yes this is what I want. I want to force Hal, Barry, Dinah, and Oliver to babysit the Trinity so badly. Like Bruce and Diana (and Clark who they’re dragging around) is giving them the complete runaround.
He’s gotten into the Grey Ghost by now so he’s learned trick from it, like getting into ventilation systems and such. He’s gone full adventure mode and helps the group evade the adults.
Diana is having the time of her life! Look at all these things, she’s among the stars themselves. Sure she’s a bit worried how she got here but this is the most she’s seen outside of themescyra ever, she wants to explore!
Clark wants his parents, but this boy and girl are dragging him around and they seem nice. He’s a bit scared. He feels like they should ask an adult for help but the boy said that they probably kidnapped them. He also hear’s a voice in his head saying everything is ok which is weird. It’s all just a lot.
Hal’s freaking out cause they’re in the walls?! Barry is still overwhelmed by the fact that his friends/colleagues are freaking kids?! What?! Dinah is finding this hilarious and Oliver is freaking out cause he definitely recognized one of those kids wtf?!
Also Zatanna left almost immediately after her diagnosis cause she’s busy. (Not without taking pictures to tease Bruce with later.) J’onn is also here but he’s mostly just observing cause he’s entertained by all this. He is sending calming messages to Clark for what it’s worth.
Crazy Time Shenanigans
The Trinity get de aged by a rogue wizard and now the rest of the JL have to deal with it. The Trinity doesn’t remember being superheroes. I’m gonna put them all at like 7. They gotta deal with Diana and Bruce just wanting to explore the space station cause this is Diana’s first time away from Themyscira and yeah she’s a bit scared but there’s so many things and she wants to explore. And Bruce is amazed cause holy crap he’s in space!! And Clark is the only one actually scared cause he wants his mom and dad. Basically they act way different than what the JL was expecting.
Zatanna says that the spell should go away on its own eventually so it’s the JL being babysitters till then.
I swear this spawned from exhaustion and a sadness that super-sons is gone forever. Idk again probably needs more building but I think it could be funny.
Quick headcanon that at some point, the Justice League makes a time-off calendar for every time a leaguer is busy and needs someone to keep their city safe while they’re gone. Maybe they have a work trip or a family thing or even some vacation they planned.
All a hero has to do is request time off, and another member will sub in while they’re gone. The only problem is that it creates a pattern. It would be suspicious if Green Arrow is only replaced when Oliver Queen is on a business trip, right? So to keep the public on their toes, JL members are encouraged to take a random day off each month or so and switch out with no rhyme or reason. Just any random day, any random hour.
The outcome is complete chaos.
Clark Kent has the pleasure of interviewing Wonder Woman at the scene of a car chase she just stopped in Metropolis.
Some muggers in Star City are scooped up into a giant glowing cage while Green Lantern riddles off bird puns to an exasperated Black Canary.
A team of robbers hit a bank in Central City but get roasted by Plastic Man for their poor their safe-cracking skills as they’re taken into custody.
Black Manta uses his high tech weaponry to wreak havoc in the Atlantic only to be hit with a torpedo as the Bat-Sub dives towards him at full speed.
Cyborg is lecturing a group of teen vandals in Fawcett City when Captain Marvel just waltzes up, says, “I’m tapping back in,” and continues the lecture where he left off.
Complete. And. Utter. Chaos. No one knows who will show up at the scene now, not even the cops, but criminals are scared shitless.
The JL decides to keep the calendar. If only for entertainment.
Bruce has a scar on his left eyebrow from when he was just starting out as batman and a Baterang ricocheted into his face.
This is everything I want and more.
Bruce: Batman will be a cryptid. An urban legend, designed to strike fear in the hearts of criminals.
Bumper stickers in Gotham City:
"Batman ate my entire ass at a Big Belly Burger"
"Half man. Half bat. All friend."
"Batman is real. We made out. He is a gentle and caring lover."
Bruce: ... Alfred, I think I made a mistake.
Oh my god, I could totally see Dick doing this.
No matter how hard he tries his vehicles will never be Robin proof.
Lois Lane and Clark Kent are two of the most capable and brilliant journalists the Daily Planet has. They have written articles that have brought people to tears, spread the truth about injustices, and have both won multiple prizes.
This does not stop them from also writing the most stupid gossip rag like articles after the Justice League have a fight on Twitter.
(Lois knows and Clark enables, they just wanna mess with them so bad and they make it so easy)
