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Hi, I'm generally new to this blog, but I needed a warmup to start writing an essay for school and this Au inspired me! Hope it's okay I wrote a snippet for Jonathan's first awakening.

(this is me rn ⬇️)

Jonathan couldn't feel, not really. He hadn't felt in ages, except for the occasional sharp pain over his birthmark. Not enough to tell he was alive, truly, but definitely enough to say he at least wasn't dead. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve this. Maybe Father was right, maybe he wasn't good enough, wasn't perfect enough to protect even himself, much less Erina, or Speedwagon, or anybody he loves-

And for the first time in ages, Jonathan feels.

It begins with a sharp pain in his temple. Far away enough to be written off as his mind finally beginning to betray him, but also there enough to be cause for questioning. Then it's the pain in his abdomen. His shoulder, his leg, his heart. Someone, somewhere is hurting, and it makes Jonathan feel.

It's been a very long time since Jonathan had felt anything, so it takes him a long moment to recognize the feeling. Sadness? Melancholy? Frustration? Anger?

Fury.

Someone is hurting something of his like Jonathan was once hurt. And he had sworn to not let it happen to anyone else.

And, suddenly, Jonathan felt everything.

Jonathan felt bone cracking under his fists, the confused screams of the assaulters, his own throat and hands burning with the strength of his breaths, his life, his Hamon, and his screams. This thing, this boy, Jonathan learned when he looked back at what exactly he'd been protecting, was his, and he didn't like for things of his to be hurt.

Jonathan knelt next to the boy, and was met with a frightened flinch and scramble back. That was understandable, Jonathan must've been incorporeal at best, and a veritable sight at worst. Then Jonathan looked down at his hands to survey the damage.

Purple fingers. Black gloves. Golden knuckles. No blood. Jonathan didn't recognize the body that must've been his. He looked back at the boy who was staring at him like he had murdered an entire city. Jonathan reached out, trying, desperately, to reassure the boy that it was alright.

"Or-"

And Jonathan was thrown back to the unfeeling.

(Just gonna @ you here too in case Tumblr pulls some bull like its done to me before-)

@starry-blue-echoes

This theory has been rotting my brain as of recently ✨so✨

AU where Jonathan is Star Platinum

Jonathan has no idea what’s going on.

He’s pretty sure he died but now he’s floating and glowing which definitely isn’t normal and also there’s this teenager in black who’s being cornered by four guys who are armed so guess he better deal with that- Oh. Oh, he’s a lot stronger than before. Huh.

Oh bother now the boy thinks he’s an evil spirit haunting him, which is a tad rude since sure he might be a spirit but he’s not evil- Oh, now he’s locking himself in a jail cell.

So yeah, Jonathan has A Time in this new day and age

Leviathan as Prototype angels. God's first attempt at creation, they were made to adore him and be ever worshipful, so they were made with an empty pit in them that could only be filled with his attention. They were made to be ever hungry for him, and for a time it was good. But then he grew bored of them, and turned his attenton elsewhere, and the pit in them grew angry and gnawing and they became desperate to fill it. So they fell on their father's other creations and ate and ate if only to get a taste of them. Finding they had become troublesome, God locked them away for the sake of his other creations, and finding himself now without dedicated worshippers, he began anew. So he made the angels, and he made them with an empty pit at their core that could only be filled with his attention, so they would be ever hungry for him. And this time, he neglected to give them mouths.

Merry Chrysler, this is the onceler,

This is much thoughtfuller, but I got you a Christmas murderer

Another Cas

This time I tried a different brush w/ my more realistic style. He’s janky but oh well-

I can't explain these pictures... I can only appreciate them.

Cyclops seems like a good name for Scott, on the surface.

He tends to his flock of people in his care, lashes out against outsiders who threaten them, and that whole one-eye thing with his uniform. And yet, if you read the Odyssey- the story which features a cyclops the most- the cyclops is injured. He loses control of his greatest strength and would require great help to even grasp at that again. And when he cries out to the other cyclopes who scorn him, he is shunned for being injured and tricked, and is left to fend for himself. Even with only the eye being struck, there would’ve likely been at least a little bit of brain damage. And after the plane crash, Scott was basically left blind, burdened with having to cover his eyes so his mutation wouldn’t hurt others as migraines ravaged his senses. And he lost his brother as well, not for scorn, but simply because he was undesirable to potential adoptees. And here Xavier comes along, injured like Scott. He promises Scott a home and a way to improve- which, to his credit, he did. And in exchange, he made Scott a child soldier, his prototype, his test. A test to see whether or not he could take these children and make them into war. And Scott, poor, injured, love-starved Scott, went along with it because Xavier showed him the smallest bit of consideration. He believed that Xavier truly wanted the best for him and to help, and in return he was made into a soldier and named something that reminded him of the very accident that started him on this trail.

He is close to Jean because she can enter his mind and understand, and he is close to Logan because he has been through the same.

I FOUND IT GUYS I SPENT HALF AN HOUR LOOKING FOR THIS VIDEO AND ITS HERE

My first Charthur piece! I’m not far into the game, sure, but I already love these dumbasses 😅

As always, here’s the reference below!

Reference from a beloved glitch that plops Arthur into Charles’s lap lmao

still believe that one of the greatest bits of all time was on January 6th, 2021 when. well. you know. and twitter was understandably an echo chamber of panic and fear and Justin McElroy just tweeted a selfie with a filter that was like “have a delicious national spaghetti day” followed by 3 tweets that were like “fuck. i’m sorry. i don’t know how to delete scheduled posts” and as i type this two years later i’m laughing