#His type is infinitely more common. And more interesting

[bonefall]

The recent post really made me realize just how much I love your version of Clearsky.

Dude was super religious while at the same time basically being in a pissing contest with it.

They gave him the most on the nose lesson on humility possible, and he doubles down on everything in an act of stubbornness that's almost admirable in how awful and stupid it is.

And out of all the BB villains bar Mapleshade, he wins. He is such a fucking menace that he forces his own religion to bribe him and then becomes a patron deity of said religion, and irreversibly changes his entire society for the worse through sheer force of will.

He believes that the world revolves around him and only him, and to be honest, I kinda see why he thinks that

Thistleclaw and Tigerstar wish they were half as successful as Clearsky, and he didn't do it through plotting or magic, but by refusing to learn his god damn lesson no matter how many times it came back to bite him.

I feel like, especially in the Current Day with the Events That Occur around us irl, it's a shame that we never get villains who win through SHEER force of will. It's so, so rare in fiction.

BB!Skystar isn't scheming, he doesn't have a master plan, he doesn't even really have an end goal at the height of his power. He just lives in his own head and does whatever the hell he wants.

That's it! So simple! No self-reflection, absolutely incapable of taking criticism, refuses to grow and change. He has a beautifully simple mind. And it is that very lack of conscious that leads to his strength. You can't shame the shameless. You can't convince him to amend his ways.

There's one way to overcome him; to defeat him, physically. To remove his power. Nothing else will work; he will keep coming back until he is stripped of it. In BB he is the first leader to die, because of that.

Even after Thunderstar refuses to kill a helpless opponent, Skystar took his last chance and went right back to war with it.

And he'll deliver a speech about everyone having one life to give, and about the goodness and righteousness of dying for a cause, but that's all just his rationalization. He can't confront the truth, so he never will. If he did think about it for more than a second... he would be the bad guy.

But he can't. He can't be the bad guy. Because then he would be wrong. So he will simply never think about it.

In the end, what does him in is the fact he got out-bullied by a bigger tyrant. He realized that his power would be threatened by there being less warfare, and he flinched first. His invulnerability was compromised, in that last moment, because it was the ONLY moment where he entertained self-doubt.

I just think he's neat

#HOW could anyone ever give this up for a shitty redemption arc?? #Like... he's soo goooddd as a villain #He's EXCELLENT as the most simple. Most straightforward antagonist you ever seen. #What is the definition of evil? Utter self-benefit? In that sense he is evil #True evil. The human kind. #He isn't evil in the sadist sense. But that is very rare to begin with #His type is infinitely more common. And more interesting #Because it's not deep at all. It's very simple. If you try to DIVE DEEP to understand it you'll miss it completely #It feels good to get what you want. #It feels bad to acknowledge your own wrongdoing. #Two steps. #Better bones au #Bone babble #BB!Skystar

[arabaka]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CONTENT WARNINGS: CANON? WHAT 'DAT? SHE/HER PRONOUNS USED. READER IS AN EXOTIC DANCER. READER WEARS MASCARA. UNPROTECTED SEX. ANAL (AND MINOR DEPICTION OF PAIN FROM IT). SPANKING. SPIT ROASTING. GETO'S A JERK. GOJO'S GOT MONEY.

PET NAMES USED: LITTLE THING (NOT REFLECTIVE OF BODY TYPE, USED AS DEGRADATION), BABY, SWEETS, BEAUTIFUL. ゜・。.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ WORD COUNT: 3.4K. ゜・。.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wanna emphasize first that not all exotic dancers have sex for pay and it's common for clubs to forbid it so PLEASE read this as just silly smut and not as a reference for the REAL heroes (jokes aside, exotic workers deserve respect and MONEY!!!) ゜・。.

“Hey, where is she?”

“With a client. Dunno when she’ll be done. The guy she walked with looked like he had money to spend. Might keep her dancing for ours.” At this the manager chuckles, thumb in his pocket smoothing over a fresh stack of bills from another dancer: his cut, of course. 

“Cool, thanks.” He says with a knowing sneer; he’ll make up for your dues. He always does.

Women clamor for the john’s attention the second he pivots on his heel to make a beeline for the hall of neverending private rooms but he doesn’t pay them any mind; his trademark glasses, black and circled are low enough for the dancers to see that he has no interest in paying for their attention.

Yours, however… Seems to just get more and more expensive. Your rate’s stayed the same, it’s him that empties his pocket for you every time. Call it an addiction and he’ll fess up to it. Unashamedly even. “She takes care of me.” Is an excuse he often doles out, to anyone privy to his lascivious, proliferating habit. 

But he should have watched his tongue more, guarded you more, because he’s run his mouth to the wrong people– well, the wrong person.

His best friend. Geto Suguru.

And Gojo Satoru just knows it’ll be his face he sees when the curtains are split. Prepares for it even, his fist already balled up with his knuckles drained of any color. 

They share everything. Everything but you, and that’s by design. Gojo, he’s… Fond of you. Too fond for the relationship you two share.

He treks down the hall, pace methodically slowing down the closer he gets. No, the rooms aren’t notated by dancer; that’d be stupid. No, because Gojo doesn’t need signage to know where you are. He can track you as well as any sniffer dog, infinitely better when he uses his genetic abilities for sin rather than any selfless endeavors. 

When he finally gets to the right room, velvet curtains glowing under the low light, he hesitates. The others may not hear your stifled moans, struggled breaths you’re so good at masking but you know as well as him: you can’t hide from Gojo Satoru.

So when the cloak of privacy is ripped away, it doesn’t surprise Gojo to see you in your preferred position- seated on a Geto’s fat cock, your knees pushed up to the ceiling with your feet bouncing haphazardly to the raven-haired sorcerer’s rhythm, which is anything but kind and intimate. He fucks you like he feels nothing for you and that’s because he does– you knew as well as Geto that this was nothing more than a paid relationship, and one built on a sickening revenge play.

Those pretty eyelashes of yours part, eyes shiny with diamond tears, when you hear the familiar slide of the curtains and you should be worried, should be on edge of someone catching you (after all, having sex with a paying customer is not in your job description) but when you see it’s Gojo, there isn’t much you can do.

Especially not when Geto seems to cut through the tension like it isn’t even there, pumping your cunt full of his cock until fluids spittle and splash from the velocity. He’s so much thicker than Gojo, foreskin so packed it really does feel like he’s making a new home for himself inches into your pussy, your walls spasming around him when the bulbous tip of his member seems to bump and grind against your most sensitive collection of nerves. 

You whimper and whine but Geto doesn’t miss a beat, swollen balls beating into your folds, squelches and the stench of sex undeniable even as Gojo stands by the entrance still.

His nostrils flare. His breath quickens. His chest tightens. His pants, so fitting before, now feel like a prison for the budding erection you are certainly nursing without even touching him.

“Gotta say, Satoru – hngh – you picked a good one. She’s an obedient little thing isn’t she?” Geto grunts out, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he keeps your pussy and ass on full display for his friend to see. Geto wants him to see you plugged up with no room for anything else– anyone else.

“Sa– Sa— Sator–uu—uu– ah, ah, right there, right there, sir.” You started off so innocent, bottom lip jutted out and puffy from kissing Geto all night, but your voice is immediately corrupted and on purpose as Geto mercilessly spears you on his cock, bottoming out every thrust and stretching your cunt to its limits.

“I got her all night.” Geto says with a growl in between, your hot and gummy walls squeezing the base of his shaft so tight his vision blurs for a moment. 

But Gojo seems to ignore Geto’s prodding, his attempts at getting a rise out of the man with irises that seem to never leave yours. Gojo drinks in your expression, lets the way your eyes seem to gravitate towards the back of your skull, your legs shaking not just from the degrading position Geto’s cramped you in but from the waves of pleasure to start with, drown the annoyance of finding you with his friend.

After all, you aren’t his… Even if he pays you like you are.

“Aw,” Gojo coos, zeroing in on his fucked dumb benefactor as he starts a path towards you, “Cryin’ just all over, aren’t you?” His tone is sickly sweet, with a twinge of something dark hanging just off his words. “Pretty baby probably can’t even see straight, huh?”

He looks for an answer. You can’t give him any. Your tongue won’t let anything roll off its drool ridden muscle but the sweet, sweet sounds of debauchery.

So he makes you, Gojo’s spine curving towards you as he grips your chin forcefully, makes you keep your eyes on him. Makes you fess up.

“Mmhmf– mmhmm—” He wants a response but with your cheeks hallowed by his finger and thumb’s pinching, all you can muster are muffled groans from Geto’s quickening pace, his brutal assault on your trembling pussy as he dares to carve his name deep inside you.

Gojo playfully pats your cheek just then, his hand falling from you entirely, just like the shadowed look over his normally jovial attitude. He starts on his belt, metal clanking away with the noise quickly forgotten to your moans and the club’s blistering beats. 

He doesn’t miss Geto’s furrowed brows in irritation as he does so. Nor does he care.

Because he saw you first. He found you first.

So he’s going to remind you why he’s the best. With or without Geto.

“You don’t think she needs something more?” Gojo croons, overconfident in his talents as he starts to go pap, pap, pap with his cock over your distended tummy, taking note of where Geto’s cock starts and ends by the look of his bulge outlining your skin.

You squirm, belly overstimulated with Gojo’s patting and Geto’s cock no doubt ravaging your guts. You try to keep your eyes on Gojo but you’re losing control, of yourself and of the situation. But you give in all the same, pussy quivering and spilling your juices until they’re dripping down Geto’s sac. “Y-Yes, yes.” You’re finally able to sing, lips still trembling when you beg, “P-Please, wan’ both of you.” 

You don’t know what you’re asking for. Hell, you don’t know the two men’s relationship with one another. It’s not like either have divulged to you the extent of their history; you’ve only been left to assume ever since Gojo stepped in, and that’s been minimal because well…

Your whole body is screaming for Geto to take you over the edge, bring to you a nirvana that’s all his own. But you won’t oppose Gojo’s own entrance to your pleasure, now his cock completely out and dragging the reddened tip over your lips until they’re glossed with his pre-cum. You instinctively lick it away, only for Gojo to praise you with–

“Good girl. That’s my girl.” Gojo seems to say louder than usual, “Gonna cum over his cock? Gonna let go? Let go for me, baby. Wanna see you cum.” 

“S-Satoru–”

Geto bites your ear just then, canines digging into the conch of your ear with little care for the yelp that shoots out your throat. “Who’s fucking you right now, huh? Who’s pounding this wet and sloppy pussy? Forget Satoru. Say my name or you’re not cumming.”

And you really can’t be sure who is the reason for the pleasure that overtakes you just then, from the top of your head to the curl your toes take as Geto fucks you through your orgasm. It could’ve been anything.

It could’ve been everything.

“That’s it, pet.” Geto hushes your babbling, a stark contrast to the rhythm at which his cock penetrates your weeping pussy. He’s fucking you like you’re a toy to him.

And he spills his cum into you, forsaking a condom because– “That’s not how Satoru fucks you.”

So when Geto pulls out, the opaque globs of his release start to trickle out, your hole absolutely stuffed full of the stuff that it overflows, running down in rivets from your thighs to your ass. 

Your legs start feeling like they’re running on pins and needles, your whole body suddenly realizing the tight, unbearable full nelson position Geto fucked you in for… You can’t even track the time.

But if you thought you were getting a reprieve, you were solely mistaken.

Geto still cradling you in the obscene position, Gojo leans forward, on the side his own face currently rests and murmurs, “How much to take that tight asshole of yours?” You watch his eyes dart to the cum still following the curve of your ass. “We have the lube for it.” He mutters so closely to your ear that Geto can hear it, can feel his friend’s hot breath crest his jawline.

You bite your lip, gasping at its sensitivity while you mull over the idea. But Gojo has something different in mind, kissing you hard to distract you from the logic possibly creeping in your head over the depravity.

And that’s how he gets you, kisses you until your mouth is equal parts your spit and his, hands smoothly easing your transition from the cage Geto’s wrangled you into. You follow him, intoxication bubbling in your brain and clouding your better judgment. 

“How much more, baby?” Gojo’s voice brings you back to reality, lifting the haze just enough for you to feel one of his fingers teasing your taut rim with circling strokes as you pose for him on your hands and knees, perky ass lifted high and your spine curved low. All the while, Gojo spreads the cum Geto’s left in his wake until your hole is sloppy wet. “Hm? C’mon, he couldn’t have fucked you that good.” 

“Satoru.” Geto’s voice stops you from responding, his tone low and dark but all Gojo can do is laugh and the bark sends shivers up your back. 

You can’t help but admit the tension is exhilarating. It’s dizzying, so much going on and so many things tickling your senses. There’s Gojo now with his index finger crooked inside your asshole, already working on a second, while Geto walks over to your front with his dick still out and half-hard. You can see the foreskin glisten with your juices and his and you know what he wants you to do the moment he positions his twitching cock in front of that appetizing gap between your lips.

“Clean it up.” Geto orders you, admitting defeat in that Gojo will do what he wants, when he wants and the most he can do is take what’s left.

He can’t be too bothered. He got what he wanted. You will no doubt crave more, plead for Geto’s cock. He can hear that voice of yours now, pleading with half a brain, “P-Please sir, more sir! Can’t get enough!”

And that’s how you end up tasting yourself and Geto, your tongue rolling around his shaft as you work towards taking him whole, your throat spasming at the intrusion to come. Your tight rim does the same when Gojo works his way up to another finger, honestly losing himself to the unfathomable pressure. 

“Shit– think you’re ready for me, baby? Tell me. Make him feel how much you want me.” 

You don’t belong to Gojo but you sure act like it, following his order so dutifully as you gargle on Geto’s cock, saliva leaking out the corners of your mouth down your chin as you struggle to moan with Geto’s fat cock stretching your lips more apart than they’ve ever been. 

It hurts. It aches.

“Good, good girl.” Goosebumps prickle your skin at Gojo’s words, your body buzzing with the pleasure of satisfying your longtime client because let’s face it… You have a soft spot for him too.

You gasp and inevitably choke on Geto’s member when Gojo’s fingers pull out swiftly and unexpectedly from your asshole. Geto’s hand shoots out just then, pressing himself so deep down your throat you’re weeping with your nose scrunched up against his pelvis. 

And he’s smirking at you, so proud to be in attendance for your ruination. It makes your pussy flutter around nothing, your entrance already missing the merciless, reckless way Geto pistoned his fat dick inside and out of you. He got what he wanted– you already needing his affection.

Gojo can see the way you look at Geto, the pools of color in your eyes locked on his twisted features, and it irks him. More than it should. So you’ll have to forgive him for the stinging swat that comes for your ass, both sides to even it out. “Gotta make sure you’re ready, sweets. Want you to feel me take this cute hole of yours for the first time.”

And fuck, no amount of preparation could ever hope to mimic the denseness of Gojo’s cock, how the tip of his cock smears pre-cum over the rim before making that hole open for him.  But it burns. It hurts in a way you have never felt before and you instinctively try to inch away, knees buckling forward with your hands desperately pawing at Geto’s abdomen for relief but you will find none there.

Because Geto’s all but ignored your pleading, choosing instead to start a brutal pace into your mouth, goading more slobber to coat his shaft while your tongue presses to the underside. 

And Gojo? He’s got both hands locked on your hips, so cruelly dragging you back to him. “Don’t run from me. It’s gonna feel good baby, I promise.” He talks to you so sweetly but his body language is mean. His nails dig moon-shaped lines into your skin, the other hand once again aiming for your hole with a fist firmly grasping his girth as he prods your asshole to open nice and wide for him. 

“Shit, Satoru. She’s gonna drown in cock and spit at this point.” Geto snorts, taking pride in the way your cheeks are streaked with mascara, how your lips bloom with a pretty color and shine with your own drool. His chest rumbles with a groan as he starts bringing your head to meet his thrusting halfway. 

You can only sit and take it, take it from both ends as the men, the friends, share in the pleasures of your body. 

Gojo’s at least taking it easy, letting your body acclimate to his cock as he starts with a light pumping. Just enough to squeeze his cockhead in a few inches, then back, but never completely out of you. He’s not that mean.

The drag of his cock inching deeper inside you with the passing seconds, you start to relish in the way he fills you up like never before. You can feel your stretched out hole convulse and clamp down on Gojo’s length, every time squeezing a sweet, sweet throaty groan from the man. You’re feeling sensations there you didn’t think were possible, nirvana settling in amongst the fog in your eyes as you feel pleasure running like lightning all the way to your fucked out little brain.

“Fuck, beautiful.” Gojo huffs with his hips slowly closing the distance between him and the curve of your ass, eyes mesmerized at your pretty hole being so spread out by the thickness of his shaft, the way it seems to swallow him whole until he’s nothing but a cage rattling with moans. 

You’ve never heard him sound like that. There’s a bestial growl in his words with a grip on your body akin to a predator having his first meal. He’s fucking you like he’s starved.

As if he wasn’t just there with you the other night.

You can feel your shoulders start to buckle, elbows worn from keeping your body up to satisfy both Gojo and Geto, the latter either unknowing or uncaring of your slight discomfort. From your short dialog with the man, you’re guessing it’s the second option.

“Hope you’re good at swallowing.” Geto grunts with the hand at your neck now groping your breasts, struggling to find a hold with Gojo starting up a pace that’s making you bob and weave, bob and weave.

Your nipples are so sensitive, just the brushing of Geto’s hand makes you whine all around him, your voice drowned out by the barrel of his cock. “Just – hmmph, fuck – like that.” He chokes out, opening his eyes when you start to mewl, an attempt at rushing the orgasm because now it’s becoming all too much.

Gojo’s cock running deep into your asshole, Geto’s member throbbing incessantly the more noisy you become… Your brain might as well be in the clouds, Cloud Nine because even if it’s overstimulating you from the inside out…

It feels so damn good. You don’t realize it then but it’s because their temperaments are so different. Gojo pounding into you, getting a little more rough with his touch and rhythm but still rounding his spine to whisper how good you’re being, how he knew you could take it in your ear until the skin is burning hot and all your nerves are tingling with euphoria. He’s so close, you feel the ridges of his hardened abs cresting your skin, both parties sticky with sweat. And Geto, so crude in the way he pinches your perky nipples, so mean in how he grabs you by the throat just to make your mouth around him shiver. 

“Mmmf– Mmm–” You start to cry, sobs held back when Gojo’s fingers finally play with your clit, rounding the swollen bud just the way you like. 

It’s that last round of whining that sends Geto over the edge, his cock spurting out more cum than you expect while the engorged head twitches against the roof of your mouth; it’s so much so fast that it makes you recoil and bump your ass right into Gojo, setting off a chain reaction that couldn’t have unfolded any better.

Your grinding all the way to the base of Gojo’s cock makes him pant openly and grunt straight from his chest. His fingers strum your clit so eagerly, you feel his desperation on the tips. He wants you to cum with him.

An easy feat, because his cock, so far inside you, perfectly stimulates the erotic center in your pussy and makes you see white. Your slick is already seeping out your neglected hole, dripping onto the couch, down your thighs that seem to endlessly shake from Gojo’s thrusting. 

Geto does you a favor, sliding his cock out your mouth and slapping it on both your cheeks, staining your skin with his cum and your spit. You’re thankful, because now you can…

“F-Fuckfuckfuck, feels s’good, Satoru.” Your words are slurred, your mind dumb with how Gojo is able to rip the orgasm right out of you, your pussy quivering around nothing while your ass clenches tight around his dick. His cock vibrates with every hot burst of cum inside you, making your ass wriggle and skin ripple as he unloads every last drop inside you.

He’s gasping for air, moaning throughout as he rocks his cock until he’s finished cumming. Your chest pressed to the cushion, you also try to get a hold on a stable breath, lips wet with drool and sweat. 

Geto has long left you two, choosing to start dressing now that he’s finally had his fill of you.

So he doesn’t notice, doesn’t even see when Gojo adds another stack of bills to your collection. Not for him, but for–

“See? What did I tell you? I knew you could take two.”

#gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #jjk smut #geto smut #geto suguru smut #geto x you #gojo x you #gojo x reader #geto x reader #gojo satoru x reader #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for gojo. ꒱ #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for geto. ꒱

[prince-kallisto]

Missingno! Larry AU Evidence

This is an AU/Headcanon made by johnchurch on AO3, this was all inspired by them and I really fell in love with it, please support them! (I hope it’s okay mentioning you)

I wanted to share this AU and give some “evidence” to support it for fun. Larry deserves to have some glitch eldritch vibes <3

The iconic Missingo from Red and Blue had a Bird/Normal typing! The Bird Type was a scrapped typing for Red and Blue, which became the Flying Type. Larry specializes in both Normal and Flying types due to being a Gym Leader and an Elite Four member. This is probably a reference to Normal/Flying being the most common dual typing.

Missingno’s party sprite appears as the “generic man” NPC sprite. Larry the Exceptional Everyman…

Missingno is very pixelated with lots of squares and rectangles. Some believe the white spaces with a pixel in the middle are its eyes. Larry is the only character in Scarlet and Violet to have square eyes

Missingno causes a lot of glitches in areas like the Pokémon League Hall of Fame, making all the entries become scrambled or straight up ineligible. In the Scarlet and Violet Books, there are pages that are missing words and letters in every single copy of that book. *Squints at Larry working at the Pokémon League for 3 different jobs*

This is a bit of a joke, but when describing Missingno’s appearance, many websites say it’s shaped “like a backwards L.”

L for Larry haha

Larry’s Gym Floor has this odd clipping effect going on. It’s more noticeable once you send Pokémon out in the Gym Floor. Depending on the severity of glitches in your game, Pokémon can sink halfway into the floor! Interesting how this effect is only seen in Medali Gym! (His Gym vs Elite Four room for comparison)

The Elite Four battle music has become infamous for somehow glitching, repeating the first few notes over and over again. It’s caused by a Memory Leak glitch, and it’s very unnerving to battle with it playing haha. What did you do, Larry? Were you in a bad mood?

Looking at the slowed-down animation of Larry’s Pokeball throw kinda freaked me out. I love his aggressive throw, but looking at it carefully, it looks like there’s a frame where his head is detached from his body? Once I noticed it, I can’t unsee it! It’s a lot more noticeable when watching the actual animation. Please be more careful with your vessel, Larry

This glitch was so funny to me, but when battling Top Champion Geeta, a glitch can occur where Larry appears at the edge of the arena. He just…watches you battle, unmoving. It’s so perfect haha. Larry glitches his way in to support you and watch you beat up his boss

I know this is just classic Pokémon animation, but Larry pulls all his Pokeballs from his breast pocket instead of a belt or pants pocket. I’ve always loved this animation for its ‘misdirection’ trick. He goes to adjust his tie, and in a flash he pulls out a Pokeball! Considering he has several teams of Pokémon,how do they even fit? Missingno glitches the 6th item in your inventory, giving you 128 copies of that item. People have used this glitch to get tons of Masterballs or Rare Candies. Perhaps Larry’s pocket has these infinite capabilities as well? (also he looks so cool in this screenshoot!)

I love how…aggressively normal Larry is. Average office worker, average tired overworked man, normal personality , normal appearance, normal normal normal. I’d like to imagine that Missingno!Larry tries so hard to behave like a normal person, to the point he’s a bit abnormal haha. If you think about it, his title of the ‘Exceptional Everyman’ fits very well. Exceptional can mean “outstanding,” but also “unusual” and “abnormal.” His title is very deceptive

This AU is so entertaining ! Having this sort of mindset makes the glitches in the game a lot more fun. All the twisted movements, glitched out faces, and see-through landscapes may all be from the forbidden presence of an ‘unremarkable’ Missingno.

I’d love to hear some other ideas/evidence y’all have! Thank you johnchurch for my new obsession haha, it’s such a cool idea

Edit: I’m definitely making a Giratina! Larry AU because the reblogs are right, it is too funny to pass up. The real banishment is being stuck in a 9-5 office job and working two side jobs to make ends meet

#pokemon larry #gym leader larry #elite four larry #missingno #I love eldritch Larry he deserves to be a little odd #AUs like this or the Giratina or Zoroark Larry AUs are so much fun #Larry is like ‘ppl just want something weird or bizarre’ #and he’s right I can’t just let him be completely normal #kallistopost #theory post #kinda

[stealingyourbones]

If we consider that the DP show really takes place in 2004, then Danny and his friends would be 33-34 ish.

Now, considering the rock in the Midwest during the 2000s, it wouldn't be unreasonable that Clark, if he liked rock, could be flying around some states to attend some shows.

Here is the catch: whenever he was in Illinois to see some shows (maybe to see Fall Out Boy, they are from Illinois), when hanging out with other attendees, he would bump and meet the DP trio.

Decades later, important reporter Clark Kent, meets with an acquaintance from those times thanking him for the investigative work in the beginning of his career that helped to create the Meta Humans Protection Act, and now he didn't live in fear of getting captured by the government and being experimented on.

In other words: how Clark Kent, the reporter, avoided the war with the Infinite Realms.

FOB i will say is definitely not something Clark would listen to. The lad is far much more a classic dad rock type of fella. He owns every Metallica album and his favorite album is "Liberty and Justice For All"

I love the idea that Danny is super interested in metal and rock. Going to a concert in Chicago which is a very common city bands have tour stops in, and seeing Clark there and chatting to him.

Clark not truly realizing the scale at which he saved the world with his articles is wonderful and I love that sm

#bones replies #FOB is a type of indie rock but it isn't the subtype that Clark listens to #dpxdc

[sinorim-pisani]

tl;dr GHOST CORES ARE COOL YO (danny phantom word blast)

ok but like the idea of ghost cores is so fascinating to me???? idk if it’s the lore obsessed eldritch creature in my brain or what but PLEASE fanfic writers, take the helm of the danny phantom ship and steer us towards more ghost core lore!!

There’s so much exploration to be found there, in the connection between ghost cores and the Infinite Realms, and cores and d*ath circumstances, and cores and how powers or abilities manifest! 

How many different kinds of cores are there? Is it just a simple divide based on temperature i.e. cold v hot? I feel like there’s too much variation between people of the “ghost zone” and people who can form in the zone to simply leave it at a temp divide! Would it then be based on the common elements of water, earth, air, fire, and their many derivatives? In that case, where do Ancients like Clockwork and Pandora come in? ‘Time’ and ‘Space’ (in the physical, spatial sense, not the galactic sense) don’t seem to be ability types that are just thrown around willy nilly, so does that mean these two (and other Ancients) aren’t truly ghosts? and that they don’t have a real “ghost” core?

I find it so very interesting that the writers chose to give Danny frost-based abilities, and therefore a cold core. Does that decision alone technically indicate there isn’t any kind of link between core formation circumstance and resulting core type? Since Danny formed his core during an electricity-based event, would it not have made more sense to give him a heat core?? 

And then there’s Vlad! His core was technically formed during the accident with the miniature ghost portal , which didn’t seem to involve anything other then drastic exposure to ectoplasmic radiation, and then we as the fandom have taken to saying he has a heat-based core (I can’t remember if this is actually mentioned in the show). Which heat and “radiation” are sorta connected so that one actually makes sense??

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS AHH my brain just wants to throw them all at the screen rn!

Shortened List:

What actually determines the type of core a ghost forms? 

How many types of cores are there, and what are those types? How are they categorized?

What is the connection between a ghost’s core and the ghost zone? Do cores come into existence spontaneously, and tie a ghost to the zone, or is there already a core created for every creature capable of becoming a ghost, based on a yet-to-be-experienced life? 

How can a ghost’s powers/abilities manifest based on their core type? 

Does a ghost form around a core, or does the core form inside the ghost? Is a core the source of a ghost’s capital O Obsession?

Is a ghost core really equivalent to a heart? Or is it something entirely new, different?

I could definitely go on. All this to say I greatly enjoy fic writers exploring what it really means for Danny to have a “cold-type” ghost core! He’s cold all the time but he doesn’t notice, or he needs to exist in cool environments to be comfortable, or when it comes to medical aid he needs a very specifically cold physical and material environment to be treated well. He finds Frostbite to be a comforting figure and the Far Frozen feels like a second home (the first being Clockwork’s Lair) because his very core is telling him that this is what he needs, that he will be embraced best by the arms of the ice.

#I COULD DEFINITELY GO ON #questions just keep popping up but they don't make much SENSE #danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny phantom fanart #Does any of this post really make sense?? #These questions feel like they should be simple to answer #but then I keep finding more threads to tie in #and suddenly THEY"RE NOT SIMPLE #also #most of this is in reference to a very specific danny phantom fic #that I'm obsessed with actually #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #the fentons #amity park #danny phantom fandom

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

Hey Ella. I thought I'd come to you with this because you always give off a kind and sympathetic nature so at the very least I won't be treated like a shitty person for what I want to say.

I'm really struggling with Harry atm and it's actually kinda devastating because I never saw this happening. There is so much around Harry that I vehemently dislike, from the people around him to aspects of his public image and narrative. I was so good at separating all that from Harry himself but lately I've been feeling my bitterness bleeding onto Harry. I've seen this happen so much. People who were originally fans getting annoyed at small things and that growing bigger into bitterness and hate. I don't want to be one of these people.

What is making this worse is that I as a person do not place a high value on things like career and ambition. Not in my own life and not in others. So it's getting hard for me to relate and support Harry in his ambition as to me there are infinitely more important things in life. This wasn't a major factor before because his fame and success wasn't at the level it is now.

I honestly don't know what I'm trying to do with this message. I guess I would just appreciate some perspective if you're willing because I genuinely do not want to start resenting Harry. Honestly just typing this is making me tear up.

hi kind anon, i think you're dealing with a pretty common problem in the fandom these days. it's tough to feel like you don't relate to someone you really always felt comfort with. maybe a first step is to take a breather from the fandom as well as gp/main media talk about harry. no twitter (and i'm not saying this bc i have a weird biased thing against twitter. it's a place where opinions are thrown around like it's something ppl have been begging for, like it's fact, and it's really hard to keep reading opinions and debates without getting influenced), no harry content on instagram, no tiktok. i am not interested in anything others have to say about him, and i actively shield myself from it. i don't watch videos others have made with commentary, i don't read articles, i don't even read discourse on here usually. i think the habit of picking everything apart, of making sure you focus on the negative to properly enjoy the positive, is unhealthy, or at least for me. i know myself enough to not fall into blindness or naivety when it comes to what's wrong with enormous success and the industry. i just don't feel the need to get into it every time harry achieves something.

when it comes to harry's ambition and success, i just know (from what he's shown over the years, but the full extent we never will) how much it means to him. i think it's also a mix of actually wanting to be big for him and getting as high as he can to prove that he can to everyone who told him he couldn't. i don't relate to it either, and i don't think it's cool to have all those riches, but i still cry with harry when he cries of joy at his madison sq garden banner. i'm okay living with that nuance without always debating it. i love his music, i love his artistic vision, i love his lyrics, i love the way he carries himself. i also know i don't know him, that i never will, and that there are things he does and says i don't agree with. i have the exact same thing with some of my lifelong best friends, as they have with me. i'm okay with that. happy, even, of how unique and imperfect we all are

what i do, and what keeps me so in love with harry beyond the noise of the gp and the fandom, is focus on what makes me love him. remember that this is an interest, something that makes you happy, and not your object of study, or your career in politics. enjoy it all for you, enjoy it offline as well. and then, i guess, if that doesn't do the trick, a few steps away from harry and all that surrounds him might be necessary to let go of the bitterness. bc you can also just stop liking something, and that's also okay

#kind anon #i hope this helps? #i also see the irony in me not reading discourse but writing three paragraphs of it #anyway #harry discourse

[npcemi]

The long road of how starting a fight with superman over clone parenting eventually lead to Danny Phantom become God Part 3: The history of the mirror born and self defense lessons for a teenage phantom

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47818321/chapters/121399486

 Constantine turned to look at Superman who was being helped to his feet by Wonder Woman and Batman.

“Clark how the absolute fuck did you manage to piss off the King of the Infinite Realms before we even sent a delegation to smooth things over with him, you absolute wanker!”

The three made their way back to the table as Constantine took out another smoke and toasted it off with a single inhale and ground the butt under his heel.

“Constantine, I would prefer you didn't smoke in here.” Superman chided.

“And I would prefer if the king of the infinite realms didn’t have a bloody vendetta against you, why is that Clark?” Constantine snapped punctuating Superman's ‘real’ name since he seemed to want to hand that out to any entity that managed to appear before him. Honestly, the man was lucky he hadn’t encountered any fair folk or djinn. Constantine sighed because it seemed to be he was one of the only people who understood just how fucking screwed they all were.

“He mentioned something about Conner,” the man of steel said, shaking his head with disdain.

“Conner?”

“Just some Clone Lex created to destroy me. He’s with the young justice team for now, I’ll handle the situation with him when I get the time.” Constantine didn’t like the tone or the insinuation of Superman’s words. He pitched the bridge of his nose in frustration, took a drink from his flask, and magically re-arranged some slides on the presentation.

“This was meant to be a footnote, but since it seems to have been the second biggest reason the big blue idiot has pissed off the King of the Infinite realms.”

“King?” Superman questioned.

“The spectral entity who put you through a wall.”

“The kid? Look he just needs a firm guiding hand and…”

“Shut the fuck up!” Constantine sent a spell to seal the Man of Steel’s mouth.

“Let me start with the fact, spectral entities don’t always look their age. Now let's get a move on with the lesson. Starting with the mirror born or clones as we mortals may know them. Do not insult the mirror born in front of any ectoplasmic entity. Poltergeists, spirits created by magic, or even lesser spirits may not have a problem since they may not come from the realms. However, ectoplasmic entities are a different story. They come from the infinite realms and have different cultures. They are also significantly more powerful than the aforementioned types of spirits.

Ectoplasmic entities are always unique, no two are exactly alike, ever. There are only four ways ectoplasmic entities can reproduce. Someone or something dies in a state of high emotions amongst a high concentration of ectoplasm or they don’t make it to their assigned afterlife and end up residing in the realms. Two they are naturally formed within the realms. This is how the most powerful entities in the realms are formed.

They are called many things, never born being a common one. It’s a bit of a misnomer really, but I digress. Archdemons and some types of angels are known to have formed this way.

Then there are the Primordial beings, they represent concepts like death, time, space, connection, etc. The third way is better left undiscussed as it's not good for mortal ears and imaginations.” Constantine looked like he was going to vomit at the thought of two ghosts somehow physically having sex and he’s had some interesting partners in his surprisingly long life.

The third is the creation of a mirror born. For ectoplasmic entities mirror born are beyond rare and nearly impossible to create. Two of the same being are not supposed to exist. In fact, as I or Dr. Fate could find there have only been three known mirror-born ectoplasmic entities.

The first is known as Anu. They were created from one of the first ectoplasmic entities, Anki. Anki created Enlil, a being associated with storms by the time humans came around. They are the embodiment of energy, force, connection, and authority.

It is said that Enlil split Anki into Anu and Ki. The first Mirror Born was created. Anu would become the sky that held all things. They would become the realms themselves. Ki would go on to become the earth, the first realm to ever exist. Some say that Anu was the first king of the infinite realms, others say it’s Enlil. It all became muddied with time. However, that is how the first two Mirror Born were created. Perfect mirrors of each other and the being they came from.

As you can see, it makes sense why ectoplasmic entities hold mirror born, or clones as you put it, in such a high regard.

One of the other reasons is that the Crown Princess Danielle Phantom, daughter of High King Danny Phantom is a mirror born.” After his explanation, Constantine’s eyes began to narrow at Superman.

“So by insulting Conner and calling him a thing, you not only insulted the King’s daughter to his face and you insulted the realms themselves.” The blonde magician laughed as he continued.

“That’s not even the worst of it before you even basically spat in his face. You Clark, did the one thing you are never supposed to do with a spirit and asked how he died, I’m honestly surprised you're still here to listen to me berate your dumb ass!”

Back at Fenton Works, Danny snuck through his bedroom window glad his meeting with the JL was over. That did not go how he expected, sure he expected Superman to not understand things and be still warming up to the idea of having a clone. However, he did not expect the man to be such an obstinate dick about the whole thing.

“Danny, you’re back, how did it go?” Danny looked up to see his sister Jazz. She must have seen the look on his face because her next question stopped the halfa in his tracks.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She said her face softened with worry.

“Can I have the hug?” Danny’s voice was barely audible as Jazz sat on the bed next to him and pulled him into a soft embrace cradling his head in the crook of her neck as he began to sob.

“I’m sorry…”

“You have no reason to be.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Shh, it will be okay,”

“I didn’t mean to die…”

“I know,”

“I didn’t know I would, it hurt so much when I, it hurt so much, I didn’t, I’m sorry Jazz…”

“It’s okay now Danny, I’ve got you, you're safe…”Jazz held Danny for over an hour. It took over an hour for Danny’s pain and sorrow to abate. Jazz knew there was only one reason Danny would act like this, why she knew he fought against the instinct that would cause any other ghost to lash out violently. She knew someone had broken one of the major taboos. Someone had done the unforgivable. They hurt her brother, her Danny whom she had basically raised since their ‘parents’ had started working on the portal. How dare they do this to him.

 After Danny had time to regain his composure, Jazz looked at her brother with a stone-cold bright green-eyed look that meant danger to anyone with a sense of self-preservation.

“Who?” Her voice was quiet, however, the growl came from the depths of her chest.

“Jazz it’s fine…”

“Danny!”

“Jazz, I promise it’s fine. I put him through a wall for asking.” Jazz knew her brother was being intentionally vague. Danny knew that she knew all of the contingencies they both created in case one of the major superheroes was possessed by one of Danny's enemies. The last thing the universe needed was a princess of the infinite realms to kill one of the world's most famous heroes in cold blood. Jazz didn’t care, if someone hurt her family, they forfeit mercy.

“hmmphf .” Jazz's curt response said she accepted Danny’s words, but would still act if she felt the need. Danny shrugged knowing he wouldn’t win this argument.

“Danny!” Danielle’s scream was heard as she floated through the ceiling and crashed into her father. Danny greeted her with a ruffle of her hair.

“How did it go with superman?” Dani asked

“I think he got the message.”

“Did you have to beat him up?” Dani air boxed with a wide smile to punctuate her point.

“Well, I threw him through a wall and gave him some time in the nightmare realm. I’m assuming he got the message.” Danny said to his daughter with a mischievous grin. What he didn’t see was Jazz’s eyes narrow at his words.

“What happens if Superman doesn’t get the message?” Jazz added in a suspiciously casual manner. Danny saw his daughter's face scrunched with worry.

“How about this, I’ll go to your next clone support meeting invisibly, and if Conner says there hasn’t been any improvement. I’ll go to Superman right afterward. How does that sound?” Danielle nodded her approval.

 “King Phantom!” Everyone turned to see an observant floating in the room.

“What do you want?” Danny snarled.

“You called upon the power of the realms and the crown of fire today. It could be felt across the realms!” The sentient eyeball accused.

“I did not!” The eyeball pulled out a mirror and it started to play,

‘Danny then turned to look at Constantine, “It looks like you just started your lessons on dealing with ghosts.” There was a distinctive change in Danny, his eyes were the biggest change. The sclera was bright green and his pupils were the darkest black that Constantine had ever seen. It was like they had absorbed all light leaving nothing behind. Like endless black holes.

“John Thomas Constantine, ̸̢̪̉t̵͉̩͊̌é̴͚a̴͔̥͆̂c̸̪̳̔͝h̷̖̞̃̎ ̶̢͔̅͐ę̸̘̈́̕v̸̝͙̈̊e̷̗͚͋ṙ̴̞̜y̸͕̤̒ǫ̸͕̉̔n̸̯̄e̵̥̠̓͗ ̷̢̧̄h̸̟͗o̴̺̩̅w̷̝͌ ̵͚̈́́t̷̖̍̀o̵̠͝ ̴͖̍͠ͅp̸̡̞̎̌r̸̞̝͋͘o̶̎̎͜p̵̰̉ͅę̶̛̔r̸̦̻̂ļ̷̳̏ÿ̷̭̺́ ̵͚̗̅͘ŕ̶͎̇e̷̛̯͊s̸͔̃̄p̸͘ͅe̵̢̘̍ĉ̷̺̜̄ţ̷͗̕ͅ ̷̩͉͆t̸̥͔̔̐h̸̻̊e̴̝͘̕ ̸͉́͂ ̸͓̱͌́a̴̢̓n̶̺̺͂̋c̸̗͋͜ị̶̀̀ḛ̷̭̀͊n̷̳͍̾t̸͓̭͠s̷̩͆͛.

 I suggest you start with etiquette.”

There was definitely another voice layered with Phantom’s, it was a feminine voice that was exactly a perfect fifth above Phantom’s own. Danny tilted his head and looked at the occultist with a grin that looked like a feral saber-toothed cat before disappearing. Constantine turned to look at Superman who was being helped to his feet by Wonder Woman and Batman.’

“You did the double voice thing!” Danielle giggled doing her signature spooky jazz hands.

“As you can see you did something so irresponsible, that could affect the entire realms!” The observant shouted as Danny held up a hand,

“First off I didn’t do that, and I don’t control what she does.”

“Are you saying you, the King, cannot do something as simple as control the crown of fire?” Danny was getting really frustrated with the eyeball. He wasn’t the only one. Everyone stopped to see Danny pause for a moment before he let out a small laugh.

“You and I both know no one controls the crown of fire,” Danny said before shrugging,

“Besides, you know for a fact that the Crown has less self-control than Danielle at that knock of taco bell in Colorado.” The observant made a noise that could only be described as a scowl. Danny turned to his daughter, “Do you still have your patented Fenton anti-creep spray?”

“Anti-creep spray?” The observant questioned as Danny began to line up Dani with the observant.

“It's a mix of pure capsaicin diluted in a 50/50 mix of ectoplasm and 99% isopropyl alcohol that is then put into a pressurized container.” Danny said as he guided Dani’s arm, “Remember what I said?” Dani nodded,

“Aim for the face, eyes, and move in a zigzag pattern.” Danny placed his hands on her shoulder.

“Good, now let her rip!” he said as Dani depressed the trigger on the can and the spray covered the entire observant’s eye.

The floating eyeball now bright red screamed running into the dresser, a chair, and several walls before disappearing.

#dpxdc #dpxdc au #Constantine wished he got paid but realized it would never be enough anyway #everyone should own a can of fenton anti creep spray #Danny gets a hug this chapter #danny fenton

[positivelybeastly]

The quiet council are really corrupt aren't they? They seem like the kind of people who would risk people's live than their possession of power.

"What country do you come from? You're on a social media platform, typing in fluent English, so I would assume somewhere in what would be considered 'the western world' - America, the United Kingdom, Europe, etc. I do so hate to be the one to educate you, but this describes every single government that ever has, ever will, ever can exist."

"A government's purpose is to unify their country under a coherent policy, and while the details of that policy may change depending on your political leanings, the fundamental truth remains the same - it is the job of government to stay in power.

You leverage your natural resources to remain economically independent, you leverage your skill and expertise to remain in intellectual stride, you leverage your population to remain both militarily independent and maintain a steady growth rate."

"It just so happens that one of Krakoa's greatest natural resources is an infinite supply of mutants with powers that can change the world. People question why must Krakoa be this way, why must we have such a cavalier disregard for life, why must we treat our flesh as disposable - I say that this is a stupid question, because how else can Krakoa be?

Should we treat resurrection as something special, something hallowed? Oh, the sheep can do that if they want, with their bleating about, 'but do we KNOW them?' and their pitiful affirmations that we are anything other than regrown flesh, but anyone with half a brain knows the truth. Every single mutant with a genetic sample in our gene bank and a telepathic back-up in our Cerebro cradles is expendable. How could they not be?

Just as the humans at first treated television or penicillin as the newest wonder of the world at first, but then came to regard it as simply part of their natural born lives, so it shall go with resurrection. And that is correct. The Quiet Council should risk mutant lives. I'd rather they do that than anything inherently valuable."

"That being said, the Quiet Council are fools. Every single one of them is an idiot of the highest order. Spinning their wheels against one another rather than advancing our common good, that's the part I really take umbrage with. Well.

That, and meddling in my business."

Yeah, this is one of those things where, that's just the story. Every single member of the Quiet Council - and yes, I am absolutely including the 'good ones' like Storm, Jean Grey, Nightcrawler, Xavier, Magneto, etc - is a corrupt piece of shit with warped morality, and yeah, it's partly because that is . . . sort of, what modern government 'requires'?

It's hard to be ethical in a modern political scene, it really fucking is, especially if you want to be successful. You don't make friends by telling the people you want to rally behind you not to accept bribes, not to stab each other in the back, to put the people's interests before their own, etc. A degree of compromise is required to get anywhere.

But that being said, fuck all these fuckers.

Every single one of them signed off on Beast's genocide of Terra Verde. Jean Grey, vaunted 'heart' of the X-Men, just slapped him around a bit with telekinesis, and then left him to go on to do worse and worse things.

Every single one of them signed off on Beast's space prison (SERIOUSLY, FUCKING JUSTIFY THAT TO ME, MARVEL, THAT IS SO FUCKING EGREGIOUS).

They only turned on Beast when it affected someone that they all know, Logan. They only began to care when it was one of their own that got hurt in his machinations. And even then, they were still more than happy to let him act as a rogue agent against human interests rather than take him down.

And that's just in X-Force and Wolverine. Emma's manipulation of Havok and Empath for her political gain, anyone? The sheer rank fucking hypocrisy of sending Orphan-Maker to the Pit for the crime of killing two humans, of sending Havok to the Hellions for the crime of injuring three others, while X-Force just gets to do whatever it wants?

The sheer rank, vile hypocrisy. When fucking Nanny shows more care for people than you do? That's how you know it's fucked up.

Oh, shut the fuck up, Scott. You spent the Krakoan era schtupping Logan and Jean and playing war games instead of taking care of your brother - and you're either too much of a pussy to stand firm and tell him that Maddie's bad for him, or too blind to see that she's making him worse.

Either way, I don't want to hear shit about people not being pawns from the guy who formed the Utopia X-Force.

This also gives me an opportunity to talk about one of my favourite moments in the Krakoan era for Beast. Ready?

When the Director of X-Force, the Butcher of Terra Verde himself, is telling you that you failed your people because of political expediency, then I'm sorry, but you fucked up.

I'm really glad you feel bad about this, Emma.

Now fucking do something about it.

Fucking bullshit biotechnological oligarchy with fucked up morals and fucked up ethics and a fucked up death pit and a fucked up council and a fucked up everything.

People often complain about the Krakoan era not having great villains (Orchis got notably less threatening when they became just a palette swapped Sinister's army of palette swapped AIM beekeepers), and while that's true, there's an argument to be made that every single time someone stepped into the Quiet Council, you were being faced with twelve villains sitting at their desks, because they do not come out of the Krakoan era looking good.

Enough of them voted in favour of what X-Force did, or were happy to allow it complete carte blanche (which is just as bad if not worse), that I hold each and every one of them responsible.

Great story beats. Infuriating, in the way that all good political critique is. More of that, please.

#vinial453 #verse: each of us is a nest of lies #outofmuffins

[kiame-sama]

Friezia is trying to woo Glacia Part 2 pls

"Would you just leave me alone already?"

The pink Ice-jinn sounded quite distressed given the fact that one of her father's longtime enemies was following her incessantly. No matter how many times she managed to get away from him, he found her again. She was lucky the first time that her father showed up, second and third time too, now it was just getting ridiculous.

"Just quit running, woman!"

"I have a name!"

"And you have a duty to your king to do as you are told!"

"Says you!"

The back and forth only seemed to emphasize the difference in the two Ice-jinn who raced across the sky in a constant chase. Glacia- the abnormal feminine Ice-jinn- in the lead as the one who was clearly being chased. Frieza- the pinnacle and prince of Ice-jinn- following behind as the obvious pursuer and aggressor of the two.

For once, Goku did not appear to the aid of his dear ice-jinn daughter. This was due to Goku actually being told not to intervene by the angel of universe 7 and the accompanying god of destruction. Female Ice-jinn simply were not a common occurrence and the appearance of one drew the keen interest of the guardians of the universe.

Female traits were recessive in the species and had all but died out in every universe that still had the powerful race. Even among nonparallel universes, the unusual space-enduring aliens evolved among the infinite possibilities. The unique situation to each appearance of the race still held certain constants that tied them across realities.

Where almost every universe had Ice-jinn, the effeminate traits had all died out. The gods and angels of the universes believed there were no feminine traits in the race anymore, having all evolved the same way each time from unique circumstances. They were the only species that appeared outside of a single pair of parallel universes, a constant among every universe despite the infinite odds preventing such repeats.

An oddity among her own race of sentient life, Glacia was being observed by those Gods of Universe 7.

"I can make you a queen!"

"I don't want to be a queen!"

"I can give you power!"

"I don't want it!"

Despite the madness that Glacia's words were to Freiza's ears, something instinctual made him continue the pursuit. Besides, Frieza was not the type to give up simply because someone was being difficult.

"Just obey me, damn it!"

"Hell no!"

He got close enough to reach out and begin to wrap his fingers around her tail, fractions of a second away from catching her. The moment he seemed to catch her, he was seemingly teleported a fair distance back. That stutter in location more than caught the attention of the powerful audience.

"Son Goku," the God of Destruction- an anthropomorphic sphynx of incredible power- glanced at Goku with a curious and almost suspicious gaze, "what was that technique?"

"It's something Glacia does and she's tried to teach me, but I still don't get it. She reverses time in a certain area near or around her, meaning she just sent Frieza back in time to get distance between the two of them."

It was then the angel of universe 7- a delicately featured man with pale blue skin and white hair- seemed to take greater interest. Time reversal was something exclusively used by the Gods of the universe and was often considered a crime to be used by anyone else. However, it seemed like the small time pocket wasn't too extreme of a manipulation of time.

"I think she can reverse a planet now? Maybe a sun for a little bit? All I know is the bigger the space she is reversing, the smaller the amount of time she can reverse it for."

The two godly beings glanced at one another, silently sharing their interest in this unusual oddity.

"I'm gonna go make him stop. I don't want Frieza around my daughter and clearly Glacia doesn't want him around either."

#kiame-sama #glacia #my oc glacia #dbz glacia

[tacky-tramp]

Thoughts on Multiverses and Magnuses

Broadly speaking, fiction can approach the concept of the multiverse in one of two ways.

First -- you can take the approach of, say, the Spider-Verse: There are infinite realities, and anything interesting and/or amusing you can think of, exists somewhere. Why is a city in North America called Mumbattan? What possible sequence of events could have led to that? Shuddup. It's cool, so it exists. These stories are wildly fun ... but don't think about them too hard.

Or -- you can take the stricter branching approach, which suggests that a new reality spins off of an existing one every time one thing happens instead of another. This isn't about coolness, per se; it's about alternate histories. What if one specific event had occurred differently? Just one. What would that change? What would the downstream consequences be? How big is the Butterfly Effect, exactly?

Today, I'm trying to deduce which type of multiverse we have in Magnus.

We have, I think, three things to consider:

1. The statement of Anya Villette

2. Stuff Annabelle Cane says

3. The brief premise we've been given for Magnus Protocol

First, all three deal with realities that are almost identical -- only slightly different.

Anya Villette is in a house on Hill Top Road, and then she's in a house on Hill Top Road. The people she knew before still exist. London is mostly the same. She does not exist, and the Magnus Institute is where she expects something else to be; but these are pretty small divergences.

Eowa the Saxon is in a land recently at war with the Mercians, and then he's in a land recently at war with the Mercians. The only difference we're shown is the outcome of one battle. Interesting that the divergence here is extremely recent to the reality-hopping.

We don't know much about TMP's reality yet, but there is a city called Manchester, and there is a Magnus Institute, and that suggests a whole bunch in common with the reality we're more familiar with.

At no point have we been told of fanciful realities where Jonah Magnus is a crocodile or something. So far, we're leaning toward the stricter branching multiverse.

We have heard of one pretty dramatic difference: Some realities lack the Fears, while still having sapient beings capable of feeling fear. At least, the Web believes such realities exist, and believes this so confidently that it's willing to put it all on black. We are given no specific information about what these realities would be like. How much did the Fears affect the march of history?

I wonder if Anya Villette comes from a reality without the Fears -- if that's what the absence of the Institute is supposed to indicate. But that would mean the Fears had almost no impact whatsoever on the state of the world -- under the branching multiverse model, at least. And I find it hard to believe the avatars' wings flapped so softly. In any case, the eight-branched tree and spiderwebs at Anya's Hill Top Road seem to suggest the Fears are there. Or they could be red herrings.

To speculate on Eowa in any detail, I'd have to go down a Wikipedia rabbit hole on tenth-century British battles. Let's put a pin in that, shall we? It is interesting that Annabelle claims to know what happened to Eowa on both sides of the gap -- in the reality he started from, and in the reality he landed in, even though he seems to have traveled from Annabelle's reality to another one. How is the Web getting information from other realities? Particularly information about things that happened before the Web even knew about the gap?

As for TMP, I'm going to apply a bit of meta-narrative faith here and suggest that The Magnus Institute will not be a completely unrelated, coincidentally named organization; that it will still be founded by Jonah Magnus to research the Fears and learn how to exploit their power for his own gain. That the Institute, in this reality, falls in 1999 is less interesting to me than the Institute's location. Is Manchester the capital in this reality -- the metropolis where a grand prison would be needed? That seems like such a big historical difference that the Butterfly Effect would likely leave us with no Jonah Magnus at all. Or did Smirke build something else in Manchester, which Jonah used for his own purposes? Or did Jonah attempt a wholly different ritual and therefore end up with a wholly different seat of power? Or was there never a seat of power in the first place, leaving Jonah to select real estate based on its cost-effectiveness and charming views?

Or is this Spider-Verse logic? Is there no specific sequence of events that led to this difference?

I'm pondering this, of course, because I'm creating my own other-reality for a fic. And God forbid my multiverse work differently from the canon multiverse.

Personally, I'm inclined toward the branching model, because I find it fascinating to consider how one difference could change the world. In the case of my fic -- what if the Web hadn't chosen Jon? What if it hadn't steered someone from childhood to become the Archivist its plan required; or was working on somebody, and then, oops, they tripped and fell down an open manhole, and somebody not groomed for its purposes succeeded Gertrude Robinson?

And that, of course, poses another question: Does the Web always succeed? Or did we simply hear the story of (the?) one time that it did? Are there other realities where it never gets its escape -- where it never learns of the gap, where it cannot widen the gap enough, where it cannot get the right people in the right places to make use of the gap? The Web is flexible, but is it infallible? It seems to think it can reliably make it work, over and over again, because isn't that the plan? Getting all the fear it can from one reality and then hopping to the next?

One more multiverse question: time travel??? The Web's plan would seem to require it. If it must jump laterally in time ... well, the End still wins. If the Web can go back, though, and arrive right when its fear supply comes online -- whenever hominids become smart enough to devise plans and fear the plans of others -- then it can do this over and over and over again, perhaps infinitely, and live forever. Anya Villette does seem to go back a few weeks when she goes through the gap. Could be the realities use different calendar systems (another possible red herring), but that has historical implications that make me think they'd be much further apart when she sees them both. Again, assuming a branching multiverse model.

(I'm in favor of time travel because it's extremely funny to imagine Annabelle, having followed her Web to its reality of choice, landing in an encampment of Denisovans or something.)

Now I'm wondering if "widening the gap" was about expanding its range. Eowa went to a reality almost identical to his own; Anya went to a reality that's still extremely similar; TMP may give us a reality that's a little further still; and the Web clearly wants access to drastically different realities.

May send Jonny an ask about this, for him to hold onto for a rainy day when he feels like teasing us with TMP hints.

#tma #the magnus archives #multiverse #the magnus protocol

[friendlyfatbee]

6th Hottest Ghosts: DJ Phantasmagloria and Serpci

Serpci is a one trick pony and DJ Phantasmagloria can kick your butt, I will explain why in the following essay- /hj

Serpci:

Looks: I tried to judge her specifically for beauty standards during the New Kingdom of ancient Egypt, at least thats what her attire suggests. Serpci scores perfectly in this catagory with her body type, hairstyle, longer dress, pectoral (type of necklace here, including the usage of gold and faience, which is a common blue-green material), and her makeup. (Source: Fashion and Beauty in Ancient Egypt by The Not So Innocents Abroad, warning: discussion of female anatomy and nude Egyptian statues.) Serpci also furfilled a lot of catagories in regards to wealthy women during this time period, such as fitted lightweight linen or bead dresses (Source: Ancient Egyptian Clothes by Archeology Now, warning: Nudity in Egyptian art used.) Long story short, this woman is rich and attractive.

Personality: Serpci has a pretty good personality! She exudes power and grace with her movements and body language, a witty leader, and even accepts her defeat with dignity (when she is vacuumed up by Luigi and she lays herself to rest.) A detail I’ve noticed is when Luigi manages to survive all her attacks (giant sand head, small sand vipers that shoot projectiles) she’ll… scream in anger. She isn’t infinitely patient, and tbh I understand completely losing it if your almost flawless attack managed to fail. This girl likes to toy with Luigi, ex. Doing a bunch of showy movements and distracting Luigi before sealing him to the bottom of her pyramid, and choosing to give him chills instead of straight up capturing or killing him when she sneaks up on him. While I wish there was more of some sort of character dynamic like having more apparent flaws, perhaps being furious and immature when things don’t go her way? Because most of the time on screen she does things successfully except for defeating Luigi when he does escape the pyramid. I recommend rewatching her fight and seeing her animation for when Luigi dodges her sand serpents that shoot projectiles! Otherwise she doesn’t exhibit toxic traits and seems interesting enough, but thats about it.

Survival Rate: Surprisingly a medium score. So here’s the think about the whole ‘one trick pony’ thing: she can only control sand. All her strong attacks are sand related, but once that’s taken away from her with a vacuum she is vulnerable and lacks any form of threat. Her floor is full of sand, hence she’s super powerful there (unless, like established, it is taken away like vacuuming.) Throw her into another environment, and she’s a fish out of water.

Niceness Rate: Kind of lower, since she seems to enjoy teasing Luigi and then sending him to his demise.

DJ Phantasmagloria:

Looks: Her beauty standards were based within the 1970s (time of both disco and the origin term of Deejay.) She holds up with a wonderful score, such out having a warm bronze appearance, youthful look, thin eyebrows, cranberry lip stick, and of course the iconic Afro which became incredibly popular in black communities. (Source: Beauty Standards Throughout the Decades: The 1970s by Simone Sydel) (If you want to see more evidence of the Afro being popularized along with confident black women, take a look at the article Rare Photos of ‘70s Black Beauty Pageants Celebrate Women Defying Beauty Standards by Kristina Rodulfo. Warning, photos of women in bikinis.) However a point was deducted for the outfit itself just… not really being interesting? Its almost depressing in appearance compared to what outfits were present during the 1970s (ex. Tie-dye, maxi dresses, wide lapel blazer, and more.)

Personality: Fun fact, I ended up having to rewatch her fight because the first time I was too entranced with watching her and enjoying her that I completely forgot to write notes. She’s just there to have a good time! She’s having the time of her unlife!- she doesn’t even tease Luigi that much an enjoy it, she’s just in a good mood. She’s grooving, and she only looks a bit irritated and distressed once Luigi starts vacuuming one of the dancer goobs. She loses her patience however once Luigi messes up the entire dance routine (I enjoy the touch of the record stop sound effect) and immediately gets on the dance floor, acting like everything’s still good only to give Luigi a threatening look. She still has her spirits up throughout the fight, dancing all the while Luigi is dodging her attacks. She even dances in her defeat animation while Luigi vacuums her up, safe to say at this point she heavily values music and performances. Though, like Serpci there is a lack of flaws (though it can be argued that maybe Gloria tries to minimize problems and make them seem not serious for the sake of keeping the atmosphere lighthearted.)

Survival Rate: Somewhat low because her vinyls are on fire, she can summon these vinyls anytime, and uh… getting sliced/lit on fire at the same time does not sound pleasant.

Niceness Rate: Middle of the road, its hard to tell because of no negative or positive actions toward other goobs or toward Luigi.

Overall, I love these two and have no major complaints! And now I shall rewatch DJ Phantasmagloria’s boss fight because I love her. And again. And again and again and again—

#POCKET SAND #luigis mansion 3 #luigi’s mansion 3 #shitpost #my art #lm3 #lm3 serpci #lm3 hot to not #lm3 Dj Phantasmagloria #Dj Phantasmagloria #edit I screwed up Gloria’s name I can’t believe myself 🤦🏻

[egipci]

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

hmmm ok this is definitely hyper-specific and a relatively unusual take on Dean and the sex work he may or may not have done --- but I think late teens/early-twenties Dean wasn't "getting fucked" for money, or at least that wasn't a common occurrence. I think he was mostly a gay-for-pay type, and his customer base were probably older closeted gay/bisexual men/men who are "into dicks not into men" and were interested in him for his dick-- so he actually did more topping than bottoming, got paid to receive blowjobs, etc. etc. Like, maybe women wouldn't pay to get fucked by him, but there are definitely men who would! (Sidebar, this is also exactly what Dean/Crowley is about --- Crowley just wanted to slobber on that dick, and that's what he did all of summer 2014. Good for him!)

This isn't to say that Dean never bottomed for money, or that that's the kind of sex he would prefer with men, necessarily, or that it's the kind he would have for fun (if at all) --- but 1. it seems to me more plausible, given what little we know about the world of male prostitution, and 2. interesting in context of other things we know about Dean, like, he prefers to be more submissive with his partners, for example. It's also infinitely fascinating in a J/D context for many obvious reasons.

[fuck-you-too-world]

DP Crossover Idea

It's from a Pokemon fan fiction called "Legendary Popular 3 - Orange" chapter 2,this fic I a crack fic and I... Have decided to not question anything and just accept it as what my life has lead me to or I just stumbled upon it and this is my life now because... Nah, nope, not going there. I would like to keep my sanity thank you. Go ahead and check it out if you're interested but be warned, don't use common sense with that story just go with the flow.

Found it the hard way...

Anyway, I have an idea of crossover. The infinite realm is a place that's connected to many universe and world and alternate universe so they have cornered for each word/universe and even the Pokemon universe where Legendary Pokemons kind of just hang around in their corner of infinite realm.

Danny was running away from his parents - it's an AU where the reveal didn't go as well as he expect and end up with him being captured and experimented for a while before he manage to escape and goes to GZ but he's so out of it he open a portal to somewhere he has never been to - and stumble upon a lair of one and only ghost-dragon type Pokemon Giratina where he proceeds to pass out on the very confused, very awkward and very concerned but mostly confused legendary Pokemon.

Of course, Giratina not knowing what to do bring the human ghost child that passed out on them after entering their realm by teleportation with so many injury that should he fatal to human but seeing as this is a ghost how did the child got injured???

Giratina bring the child to Archeus, not the bet course of action since there's others more versatile on healing the child- actually... Ho-Oh would just revive the child, Xerneas would also just brought back the child to life seeing as this is a ghost child... Yveltal is another matter entirely. Okay, yeah, bringing the child to Archeus is probably the smartest move.

Or not.

"That child you're carrying is a halfa, a Halfa crown prince"

"... So can you help him?"

"Giratina... That child is the successor of the High King Throne. He held more power than even myself, though Mew should know some way to help seeing as she's one of the Ancients or well, a honorary one"

"I see... I can still adopt him right?"

"..."

"..."

"Only if I get to be the grandpa and you're not telling the others until we have the next meeting in a few years"

"Sure, I don't really feel like having my realm invaded by those menaces anyway"

Archeus just want the bragging rights, to have something over the others. He already has the champion, really, he can be childish sometimes for a God of such status.

Clockwork lost his ward to Giratina and Archeus and Mew and you know what? The legendary would just adopt him and then spoil him since he's the baby of their group now (until Mew two but that is far into the future thing). Danny's rough gallery that tried to find him to fight mostly got blasted off back to their lair... Literally.

Then when the time for the Champion to start their journey and let the wheel of Fate work it's course Danny was let on the world that he has only ever observe from his adoptive family's realm. Danny's aging was slowed by his status as a halfa where he ages by ghost standards and since died at age 14 he's count as a baby ghostling and the adult age for ghosts are 500 years old, Danny was 17 when he runs away still stuck in his 14 years old body.

He ws confused as fuck when he woke up all healed up and comfy but in a weirdly bright and almost holy- no, it's definitely a holy looking palace. Where the fuck did he end up in??? Please don't tell him he ends up in another gods place of something, he swears his luck is the worse. Whatever he ever did to Lady Luck?!!?

Danny was even more confused when he saw the weird creatures surrounding him that looks like the Pokemon from the Pokemon game that was released and is booming around the world- wait- Pokemon- Right, he's in infinite realm and Clockwork did said this place is connected to lots of universe so really, he shouldn't be surprised but in a normal response to this kind of thing (even if he should be used to it by now really) he proceeds to pass out again.

The champion of course would be our ever-youthful-never-aging-with-heart-too-big-and-kind-that-he-let-most-of-his-strongest-Pokemon-Go-free-also-dense-as-fuck-to-common-sense-most-of-the-time-with-such-a-strong-protagonist-aura Ash Ketchum.

Imagine two bois, one raised and have legendary Pokemons as amily while other be friends legendary Pokemons like it's a walk in the park and both with disaster/trouble magnet going on journey together.

Yeah, this fic would an amazing story or a fuckint crack fic that'll destroy your mind with... Well, you know what I mean.

Ash meeting Danny would be... Hmm... Either one hold the brain cells while they share one or they both won't have any ounce of brain cells between themselves. But seeing as Danny having all that experience and trauma and all that nasty angsty shit though I would like to think that Danny would be the one to hold the brain cells.

Danny would go 'oh, look! A child! Hm... He's younger than me, guess I got a baby brother!' (I prefer that the starting age would be at least 14 or 15 so they don't really let a literal child out on a journey out in the wild surviving without adult supervision!!) Then he goes 'wait- I'm not the youngest anymore!!' Before going 'what should I do with brother again? I only ever had a ln older sister and a kind of cousin-sister who is actuhis clone... Guess he'll just do it Hoopa style!'

That could either works out fine or end up in disaster.

The Absol Pokemons are absolutely terrified of them both with how much the two get into trouble.

Danny mostly have ghost type, psychic type, dark type and normal type Pokemon that he befriends because of his nature as Halfa but he also has other Pokemon types but he definitely distancing himself from the electric type. Being Electroduced to death and back to life and kind of half died half alive from it tend to give you some healthy fear of anything electric related stuff.

(Ooooh that would be a nice an get material with Pikachu lol, maybe got him one electric type to help with his fear - at this point it's probably a phobia anyway - and maybe support Pokemon for his ptsd and trauma and anxiety)

Also Giratina would definitely follow along in Danny's journey as one of his Pokemon (overprotective dad) and so is some of the other more protective Pokemon (mostly the one in brothers and sisters role).

To add the nails to the coffin, they found the legendary and rare Pokemon to be normal while the more normally seen and mundane Pokemon to be rare. It cause people to think they're some kind of an urban legend.

The worst (or best) part, they didn't even realize they caused an uproar and start some kind of rumours to go around with their type of normal an just goes around like nothing happened!!!

Danny : hey, did you hear that?

*in the background people shouting in confusion and denial but also in fear*

Ash : hear what?

Danny : *shrugged* it's probably nothing then

Ash : probably, so where we're going next?

Danny : guess we're going...

*they proceeds to continue their journey not knowing the chaos they caused behind them*

Giovanni : ... I should looking for a retirement house in the mountain far away from civilization and away from the walking madness in form of a two boys *fear*

#danny phantom #danny fenton #ash ketchum #dp #pokemon #dp x pokemon #crossover #reveal gone wrong #ghost king danny #he's a ghost prince really #a ghostly crown prince #danny got adopted by the legendary Pokemons and got spoiled by his nee family #Giratina held the main custody #Giratina would fight clockwork for the custody right #he will not lose #grandpa archeus #mew is... a... grandma? aunty? i have no idea I'll leave that to mew to decide #ash is a choosen champion... dunno what champion tho #both boys would be great brothers but for the sanity of my life or the continuation of the world someone reign them over #theyre too pure #that it's burning down the common sense because use thing so literally #proffesor oak is looking for a successor so he could retire early #i didn't said anything about him but you could feel his exhaustion #pokemon arceus #giratina #pikachu #a support pokemon for danny #a therapy pokemon too #maybe a joltik since they're small and cute and a spider

[bobombun]

10 characters 10 fandoms

I got tagged by @skuitti like two months ago, and kept forgetting, but here I am! So, ten characters I enjoy, in no particular order

Alphinaud Leveilleur from Final Fantasy XIV. He is my brother, he is my son, and I love him to death. Ride or die. The assistance to his artisticness. In ARR he starts off overly sure of himself, and I have a weakness for characters like that, and then he grows from uh, that little experience in post-ARR and keeps learning about the world and how to live in it. A bleeding heart, though I'm sure he'd put it in different terms. He's way too smart for his own good, buddy needs to stop getting involved in every project in existence, but then he wouldn't be Alphinaud, I suppose.

Seere from Drakengard 1. He's kind in a world that offers little solace to those whose strength comes from kindness and compassion, and despite going through all that happens in DoD1, he doesn't lose that compassionate heart in DoD2.

Masumi Usui from A3! (the game, I never watched the anime). I have a fondness for character types like him, who love someone with their whole being and then some. Though he also tries to understand why the one he loves thinks it's unhealthy, and reflects on it, which I appreciate, since it's a bit less common to see in media with characters like him.

Byleth Eisner from Fire Emblem Three Houses (disclaimer: I only finished the Golden Deer ending). I actually love silent protagonists, and I thought it was fun how the game gave us a reason the MC didn't emote much. Yet the game allowed Byleth to mourn properly instead of glossing over that whole thing, which I also really appreciated. A low-emotion character was allowed to show their emotions, and not thought of as weird for it. I also thought it was sweet how throughout the game Byleth learns to show their emotions more, and seems to become happier than before. I also see myself in them somewhat, so there is that.

Atton Rand from Knights of the Old Republic II. He's fun, he's sassy, and he's always got the one-liner for the job. Despite that, he struggles with his past, and is hard to dig out the truth from, which I thought was a nice contrast. Every time I play KOTOR2 I have him in my team.

Gundham Tanaka from Super Danganronpa 2. He's such a fun character to play around with and ponder about. He's eccentric, and not afraid to show that. Unapologetic about being who he is, and yet he clearly has some issues I'd love to explore. I so badly want to learn how the world he's constructed in his head works, I want a guided tour and a pamphlet.

Infinite the Jackal from Sonic Forces. Now listen. He's cool, he's edgy, and over-the-top. What more could you want in a villain? If I had the money and the know-how, I'd love to make a proper cosplay of him.

Piers from Pokémon Sword and Shield (I've only played the game, I haven't seen the anime). He looks like a depressed raccoon, and moves in such slouchy arcs I can't help but relate. I respect and admire his attitude, in how he's ready to give hell to anyone who's trying to force him to conform, and how he goes his own way as much as he can without outright breaking the rules.

Albedo from Genshin Impact. I enjoy and relate to his calm but teasing personality, as well as how curious he is about everything. I find his lore interesting, and would love to hear more about it all. Besides that, I also really like the Dragonspine mountain, so that might've made me like him more. If I ever get back into Genshin, I'll try to pull for his constellations, he's like the most built character I have.

Kurapika from Hunter x Hunter (I stopped reading at around when the gang heard about the Dark Continent). I don't really have an explanation as to why I like him, I just remember him being instantly my favourite out of the main team. I did find it somewhat funny though how when he's traveling with Gon & Co. he's really enjoying himself, but when he's out and about by himself, he is absolutely miserable, and wallowing in rage. Poor guy needs a break. I actually almost made my first ever cosplay him, but ended up not doing that. Maybe if I ever pick up HxH again, I'll get inspired to do that. His robe looks so comfortable, and I'd love to wear the chain "glove" he has. Man, now that I've said that, I feel like going back to reading HxH (maybe re-read it?) just for him. Maybe this time I'll get past where I left off, which I've done twice now.

All in all, to become a character I like, you have to either be difficult to parse/be mysterious, be low-emotion, be fun, or be goth.

#tag game #i kinda wanted to add rion from nier reincarnation but that'd be a second character from drakenier so no can do

[aikoiya]

DP HC - Lands of the Dead

Every Land of the Dead in almost every culture is in the Infinite Realms & correlates to the area on Earth that they represent. The reason being that ectoplasm is processed thoughts, emotions, & psychic energy from the Living Realms &, as such, carry the beliefs of people with them. Which inevitably shapes the IR to reflect that.

Helheim & Valhalla/Norway, Yomi/Japan, Hades/Greece, Duat/Egypt, Mictlán/Mayans, Sheol/Israel & so-on & so-forth. They are very much like countries in the IR. And the rulers of said lands in mythology are, usually, the actual rulers in the IR. These rulers are generally pagan deities of death, the underworld, or rebirth & this allows them to manipulate ectoplasm, dead magic, & soul magic, as well as travel between the IR & their host culture's Living Realm. They act as kings/queens/mayors/governors/management/logistics, Head Reapers, or Head Shepherds, so on & so forth.

Though, in the cases of lands like Mictlán & Valhalla, they tend to be closer to the living realms & act as intermediates before the IR. See the Mictlán is a place for the Remembered & once you're forgotten, you disappear from there & reappear in the IR to begin your Journey of the Soul(TM).

Similarly, Valhalla is for those who died in battle to... get all their bloodlust out before moving onto the IR.

Anyway, typically only death/rebirth/underworld deities live in the IR. Most other pagan deities make their residence in the Living Realms. In the case of Persephone, she originated as a life goddess before becoming Queen of the Underworld via marriage. Make no mistake, there's a difference between being a death deity & an underworld deity. Though, they are similar. Death deities have an intrinsic power over death & spirits while underworld deities do not. They instead only have a degree of power over spirits & ectomagy, which is the magic of the dead rather than full-on death magic. There is a difference.

Dead magic has many subclasses & subcategories the same way that living magic does &, in fact, acts as a dark mirror to living magic, having little to do with death itself. Things like pyromagy, hydromagy, so on & so forth. When referring to a type of magic's dead reflection, one must apply 'thanato-' as a suffix. So, ecto-pyromagy or thanato-hydromagy. The 2 classes of magic have real differences in how they work.

On the other hand, true death magic is a unique & niche sort of magic that relates specifically to death & the transition from life into death. Similarly, life magic is its reflection & related specifically to life. A direct subcategory of life magic is healing magic. Despite this, healing magic is much, much more common than true life magic. Also, a subcategory of both life & death magic is soul magic.

Necroturgy is a very specific sort of magic that is taboo as it specifically relates to corpses.

Anyway, Persephone, despite being an underworld goddess, is still a life goddess by nature & any power over the dead that she has is by virtue of being Hades' wife. This gives her a certain degree of access to ectomagy, but involves a great deal of study rather than being intrinsically hers. It does give her a level of authority, however.

Similar can be said of Hecate, who is also an underworld goddess by way of her nature as a goddess of magic as well as her being a guide of souls in the afterlife, thus giving her access to both dead, living, & soul magics.

Hades is a natural born underworld deity & is responsible for the management of his section of the IR, whereas Thanatos is a death deity, making him the Head Reaper for Greece... As well as Italy's as Mors/Wetumpka.

Something interesting. Death gods are able to perform something similar to the Lich's stare from Adventure Time.

Anyway, Zagreus, however, is a god of both life & death, being the son of Hades & Persephone. At the same time, his domain is mostly that of rebirth & as such, his powers tend to revolve around the use of soul magic or animagy. He is somewhat like the opposite of a Reaper, i.e. a Shepherd, in that instead of ferrying souls to the afterlife, he ferries reincarnating souls back to the Living Realms. He does so at sundown, creating a Green Flash in the sky.

Zagreus' sister, Melinoe, being the goddess of ghosts, nightmares, & funerary rights & daughter of Hades & Persephone, has access to necromagy, giving her control over ghosts, & oneiromagy, control of nightmares.

For more on the Green Flash, go here:

Zagreus is one of the extreme few who actually knows in any form of intricate detail how the reincarnation process works. Not even his own father, Hades, knows anything other than the basics. Zagreus & all other Shepherds are sworn to some sort of oath of secrecy to not speak of the intricacies of their roles so as to reduce the possibility of abuse.

All deities of rebirth or reincarnation are Head Shepherds. On the other hand, all gods of death are Head Reapers & all underworld gods are either management or logistics.

I hc that the reason why we don't really see that in the series is because Danny lives in a post-colonial America where most citizens are immagrants, who have a multitude of varying beliefs when it comes to death. As such, there is not a single clear-cut land of the dead in Danny's area.

The Amity Park, as well as several other parts of North America, sections of the IR had no true name until the Fentons called it the Ghost Zone. The reason being that the specific tribe of Native Americans that had lived nearby didn't believe in a specific "Land of the Dead" or "Afterlife" per se. Or if they did, it'd more allign with the spiritual plane, which exists in the same space as the physical plane as if layered on top of each other.

We, as physical beings, live in the physical plane, while our souls & spirits exist within the same space in the spiritual plane & the 2 planes are separated by the Veil. Those in the spiritual plane can see into the physical plane & even influence it to a degree, but those living in the physical plane don't normally see the spiritual plane.

Even still, the one that most Native Americans believed in, Wakan Tanka, was described to be a city in the sky free of suffering. However, because the ones near Amity don't believe that, & generally believed that you became part of the Earth/nature or became stars when they died, it'd be most accurate to say that the spiritual plane is the closest thing they have to an afterlife.

Despite this, there is no specific Abrahamic land in the IR. No one knows why that is. (A/N: It's because I'm Christian &, therefore, am making it so Judgement, Heaven, & Hell are all on the other side of the Door to the End, which is the point-of-no-return as far as souls go. No one returns from there unless you're God, an angel, or have a distinct task given by God Himself. The Infinite Realms are basically Purgatory or Sheol, but here everyone has to meet their fate & pass on to Judgement eventually. Though, in the case of this au, this typically only happens after the soul has reached either 'enlightenment' & thus reached the DTTE. Or, at least, that's the closest approximation here.)

Each Land of the Dead or 'country' is represented by a sort of 'archipelago' of free-floating islands & doors that are clustered together & orbit the largest main island in the archipelago like planets around a sun or moons around it's parent planet. Not just horizontally either. Any direction. Some islands are even lower or higher than others.

With the ruler typically living on said island, their home is surrounded by a ghost city or village or other form of settlement. As mentioned before, the islands orbit the largest island & sometimes each other depending on the social connections of the inhabitants. Towns & cities whose peoples are allied with each other tend to orbit each other while weaving amongst the throng of other islands. These archipelagos move through the IR in currents much like the ocean.

If you want to see my full Ghost Zone Masterlist, go here.

#danny phantom #dp #ghost zone #infinite realms #ghost lore #mythology #land of the dead #aikoiya aus

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

It turns out that the She-Hulk-review side of YouTube is infinitely more entertaining than She-Hulk itself.

When the atheist movement arose in the late 2000s/early 2010s, interesting secular thinkers emerged, able to critique religious belief and destroy religious arguments - Hitch, Harris, Dawkins for starters, but certainly many more.

When modern Wokeness arose in the last few years, interesting liberal thinkers emerged, rebutting toxic Woke ideas with liberal ethics and values - Pluckrose, McWhorter, Hughes, Doyle, Murray, among many others you may never have heard of or from if this cultural war crime had not been perpetrated in the first place.

With this in mind, the silver lining of dreadful shit like She-Hulk is that interesting critics of narrative and storytelling emerge. Among these, you’ll struggle to actually find anyone espousing the inevitable strawman claims of bigotry.

Case in point: The Little Platoon, in an articulate review that combines mockery with compelling arguments regarding the show’s copious narrative and character deficiencies, pointlessness, pettiness, privilege and disrespect for the entire MCU itself all the way back to the beginning and Iron Man, a show seemingly written by the writers for the writers. A review delivered in a buttery smooth English accent, it has so much to say that at 40 minutes, it exceeds the length of the actual episode.

The channel similarly delves into critiques of other shows, including Star Trek: Discovery and Hawkeye with equal aplomb.

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... The vast majority of feminist comedians of the type who've written She-Hulk do not have real lives and serious thoughts and concerns and opinions because they are comfortably upper middle-class suburbanites whose stories are incredibly dull and who have gained many more advantages from their sex than they have suffered hardships

Which broadly maps the decline of modern feminism from something daring, intelligent and genuinely transgressive and philosophical to a movement of well-paid thoughtless media stars whose ideal of social strife is petty and vindictive and minuscule. An attempt to feminize common complaints about behavior and etiquette, for example, like being patronized, which is one of those things women really are very good at themselves, as though this is some great transgression by men against the fairer sex that betrays men's brutish and universal pig ignorance at the expense of the poor long-suffering mega-rich female class of so-called entertainers.

None of this matters. None of this means anything. None of this is a serious issue. It doesn't even rise to the level of sexism. Again, women are just as impolite and patronizing and egotistical as men. None of it is radical or thoughtful, it is just petty vindictive pointless and uninteresting, and more often than not it's plain wrong. See every argument ever made about the pay gap, for example.

Had She-Hulk been written by, say, a working-class woman or an aging wife with a fat boozing husband, its jokes would have been: a) more cutting b) more sympathetic c) more ironic, and d) funnier

But instead it was written by professional singletons with excruciatingly well-paid jobs who would rather gripe about the partner of their law firm making more than his female secretary - such a pressing and universal concern - than about the actual and real plight and experiences of most women.

Like for example, the fact that secretary could well be on a six-figure salary while a woman in an ex-mining town in the American midwest who has suffered real hardship is presently trying to live on less than the minimum wage.

Now of course, the premise makes all this quite difficult. She-Hulk after all follows Jennifer Walters, who is in fact a lawyer. The milieu in which she mixes is the same as that of the show's writers. But the fact they haven't found anything more interesting and universal to do with the story betrays a complete lack of imagination.

You can, after all, bring the rich down. See Bruce Wayne. You can cross class divides. You can universalize the particular and tell a meaningful story

But the writers here have seen nothing more than an opportunity to put their own superficial gripes with luxury on the screen with a big budget - and some truly questionable CGI - and in the MCU, shoehorning this tawdry irrelevance into a universe they had no hand in creating, in the story of which they have no interest whatever.

The question I had since the series was announced was, who is this for?

And the answer is pretty clear from th eoff it's not for me and it's probably not for you either, and it's not for anyone less materially comfortable than, say, Sarah Silverman.

Rather, this show is for its writers and it's for their exclusive social set and it's for their fashionable friends.

She-Hulk is the self-insert par excellence. A bafflingly particular and insufferably smug story for a small number of middle-class professional women who otherwise don't care about comics or the MCU and who have no real need or desire to laugh.

What they want is social affirmation. And this is a massive problem for a comics-based show that is, well supposedly at least, a comedy.

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... a quick final word before we close. We have, I hope, had some fun with this show. We've had a few laughs, we've told a few jokes - what a shocking idea about a comedy, i know.

Besides that being enjoyable in its own right, it is really the only approach to take with a show that is just so bad you have to laugh or else you'd probably have to cry or at least to rage.

But there is a serious point to be made. Inevitably, the first simping morons have begun to pass any and all criticism of this show as being motivated by sexism and misogyny. They draw links between the reactions to female leads and most recent MCU entries - She-Hulk, One Division, Multiverse of Madness, Love and Thunder, Captain Marvel - and they say, look the fandom menace hates all these women and they don't criticize their male heroes in the same way, therefore they must be chauvinistic bigots.

Now this, of course, as you and I know is utter horseshit. The fact so many recent entries have objectionable female leads has nothing to do with the sex or gender of those leads, and everything to do with how they are written.

If you want female heroes to be appreciated in the same way as male heroes have been, you have to write female leads as competently as the male heroes were once written.

You need to give them real stories, real struggles, depth, strife, flaws. You need to treat them as characters that deserve to exist in their own right, and not just as props that you need to exist in order for you to peddle your pet socio-political gripes and issues.

If you want people to like your female hero, a good start might be don't write her to be a complete bitch.

Don't pretend that catcalling is morally equivalent as a crime to wiping out half the fucking universe.

Don't pretend that being "mansplained" to is an issue even worthy of consideration at all, never mind pretend it represents a character-defining struggle along the lines of Tony Stark's sacrifice, Bruce Banner's trauma, and Captain America's sense of duty and purpose.

It isn't the audience's fault if you're writing awful female characters, it's your fault, you scribbling hacks.

The stories you tell and the characters you put them in do a disservice to the existing audience.

For a show that complains about misogyny, I really cannot think of a better way to create misogynists than by showing young men She-Hulk. Because if your moral paragon is a shallow, self-centered, arrogant, egotistical, man-hating super slag, then your message is that all men are either bastards or complicit in bastardly behavior, well, how the hell do you expect your male audience to react to that?

Like the bible reliably producing atheists, modern feminist writers create the very thing they rail against.

But also, and to go back to the point raised near the beginning, it does a disservice to your female audience, to the people you pretend to represent. Men and women, real people, are infinitely more complex, nuanced, funny, cheerful, ironic, confused, liberated, oppressed, stoic, emotional, bold and afraid than the characters you are creating to represent them.

To reduce women to fear and anger, to a fragile species that can't handle even minor social transgressions and impoliteness is to infantilize the woman you claim you're championing.

So it's not just men who are, and who should be, depressed and angered by shows like She-Hulk. It's women who've actually led difficult lives, real lives, and who have real world experience.

Women who aren't privileged enough to earn hundreds of thousands of dollars and live in swanky apartments holding down liberal arts mages and careers in the city and the media.

Men are let down by your hatred of them, of course, but women are let down by your hubris in pretending you can speak for them.

There is far more that separates the writers of She-Hulk from the experiences of most women than there is that separates most women from most men.

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