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spectral-snippets-and-drabbles · 9 months

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Schrodinger's Human: The Star Child

Halfa's aren't natural by any stretch of the imagination and they certainly were never supposed to come into existence. Yes, you could come come back as a zombie or a revenant, maybe even return as good as new or the complete opposite, but never truly return so... cleanly split.

Despite being the balance of both the living and the dead, Danny Phantom was never truly supposed to come to pass and was a happy accident, a one in an extremely rare umpteenth chance, rather than Danny Fenton dying in the unfortunate lab accident like in all the other timelines and multiverse.

Despite the truly miraculous odds of his survival, the young Halfling realized something was wrong somehow, when he awoke in the hospital. At first he thought it was because of the lab accident causing the scarring on his body and face that made people look away, but that wasn't it. It has been months and yet nobody looks his way.

Not once since the accident has his parents, sister, or his friends (or anyone, really) have looked him in the eyes. He just suspected that they must've felt guilty for getting him hurt...but then even his rouges seem to have always averted their gaze when they fight, so what gives!? Was the damage that severe? He likes to think he healed up pretty nicely with just a few prominent scars.

As Phantom, they weren't even visible! Then one day, he snapped after a particularly rough fight and demanded an answer, pinning the ghost and demanding, screaming, that they look him in his watery eyes.

"We can't! We physically can't look at you without adverting our gaze. Even the humans you call friends and family are unable to so much as look at you. We don't know why!"

It made Danny stop and think. Did...did he get a meta gene awoken from the lab accident? For his sanity, he deduces that it was some form of attention repellant power, that had to be it...right? After confronting his friends and family, they told them the same thing. At least the explanation was there. It made the pain bearable when he was around them.

Then the fight with Pariah Dark happened and everything went down hill from there (he just didn't know it yet).

It made Danny glad that the Ghost King couldn't see him properly (he stuck to the side with the eye patch) and continued his assault on the blind spots with gusto. It took a while but he eventually felled Dark and took the title of King of the Infinite Realms, much to his shock.

With the Ring of Rage and Crown in his possession, he returned to Amity Park exhausted, muttering to himself a desire before he let sleep take over.

"̸̙͐M̷̫̕a̶̯͗ỳ̸̲b̶̙͆e̵̳͋ ̸̹͆n̴̗̏ó̴͙w̸̖͂ ̵̢̀a̶̳͛ş̷̈́ ̴̡̒Ķ̵̊î̷̝n̸̻͌ĝ̷͕,̴̤̈́ ̵͓͗I̴͇͌ ̵̙͑c̸̣̀á̴̮n̷͕͝ ̴̫͐ơ̸̱r̷̮̆d̵̜͗e̷̲̊r̶̞͐ ̸̘̉g̵̖̈́h̵̝͊o̶̦̓s̷͎͂ț̷̂s̶̢̐ ̶̰̚t̵̠̐ỏ̵̺ ̷̘͋g̸̩̕o̷͉͝ ̵̣͋b̶̮͋ā̵̩c̸̨͆ǩ̵͍ ̴͙͘t̴͈͛ǫ̶͊ ̷͇̓ṱ̸̚h̴̞̀e̸̱͋ ̸͖͋R̸̲̀ë̸̪́ả̷̺l̸̙͝m̷̡͘s̶̢͒.̴̮̓.̵̤́.̸͖̈́ȁ̵̡t̸̖͂ ̵̺͐l̵̙͐e̴̢͘a̴͙͆s̶̼̔t̶̢̔ ̷̭̑ú̸͇n̸̗͗ť̷͖ǐ̷͜l̸͇̄ ̸̛̬I̶̺̾ ̶͔͂c̷̫̿a̸̟͊n̶̺̓ ̴̻͝f̶̦̒i̴̥͗ň̶̡i̸̡̊s̷̗̄h̶͖͐ ̵̝̒a̵̧̓ĺ̷̮l̷͍͐ ̶̤͠m̵̲̆y̷͎̐ ̸͙͌s̷̘͛c̵̯͋ḣ̵̖o̴͔͂o̶̫͝l̶͕͛ī̴̼n̴̝͋g̵͝ͅ ̷̨̿f̵̤͆ì̸͈r̸̥̆s̸̠̎ť̶̞,̶̧̑ ̸͈̅i̵̠͌n̴̻̉c̵̩̈́l̷̳͌ǘ̷̲d̵̟͂ĩ̸̳n̴͓͌g̴̪̈́ ̸̲̈c̸̗̿o̶̪͆l̴̤͋l̵̹͋ë̶͍́ä̸̼́g̷̼̑ủ̶̝e̷̩̿.̶͕̂.̸͈̾.̵͖͂I̴̞̽ ̵̣͘w̴̙͝i̵̯̚s̸̼̈h̸̦̉ ̸̟̓t̶̡͒h̵̨͊á̷̖t̵̛͕ ̷̨̿ĩ̴̡t̵̳̐.̷̫̄.̷͙̔.̶͎̃w̶̲͊a̶̳͝s̶̨̋ ̷̫̓t̴̜́h̵̢͌a̵̗͌ṯ̷̾.̵̠̕.̶̤́.̷͓̍ḛ̷̈́a̵̙͘s̷̭̔y̴͈͂.̵͉͂"̴̼̍

(Maybe now as King, I can order ghosts to go back to the Realms...at least until I can finish all my schooling first, including colleague...Yeah right...I wish that it...was that...easy.)

And like a true wish upon a star, it overidded all logic in the universe to the Boy King's whimsy. The ghosts left over night and all natural portals sealed themselves shut with no means to open themselves back up anytime soon.

And across the planet it vanished as well, stray pools of fermented ectoplasm, medicines that used it and even machinery powered by the stuff went missing, with the exception of the Fenton Ghost Zone Portal, that sealed it self with no means for anything to enter or exit.

The young Boy King's actions were far from subtle.

Many are now without their precious magic, Gods have llst their powers, the Speed Force had been stripped away, and Lanterns across all the emotional spectrum found themselves on their homeworlds with rings that failed to respond, their lights snuffed out. Two birds are now sound asleep, unable to open their eyes.

But before Nabu had been pulled out of his Helmet, he told his wearer one cruical message.

"The Source has been sealed away by a being powerful enough to possess all Sapient life in Multiverse, The Anti Life Equation has been unleashed."

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #Anti Life Equation!Danny #Danny: Can't I catch a break!? 😔#Infinite Realms: Sure thing Short King #The Infinite Realms is the Source #Everyone who uses Divine/Otherworldly power: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?#Nobody can look at the Anti Life Equation so that means nobody can look at Danny and now he has depression #Obtaining the Ring and Crown has elevated his powers to bend the sentience of both the Mortal/Spiritual planes #The Leauge memebers are freaking out because they think it's Darkseid #While Darkseid thinks the Earthlings may have discovered it and is preparing to invade #Jason and Damian are in comas because the Ectoplasm in their bodies was ripped out by the wish #Ras al Ghul and many of his ninja has been bathing in sewage for so long that it sent them to the Realms and is executed for cheating death #When the Leauge eventually finds out about Phantom they're gonna demand he fix everything #Bruce wants his boys back and will probably threaten if nobody gags him first #Danny will be beyond pissed because he has struggled to keep Amity Park safe for years and got zero help from the “Heroes”#Only for them to barge in and start chastising him #He's gonna fix the issues first and then beat them into paste for their lack of empathy and ban them from Amity Park #It's like they forgot that he didn't know he some unstoppable force and is actually a teenager who needed so much help #Darkseid shows up in the middle of the fight and Danny erases him and every evil being on Apocalypse with a snap of his fingers

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kraviolis · 1 year

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Belos: I’m going to raise Luz as my daughter and ensure that she remains pure and loyal to me.

Also Belos: I’m going to let the 7-years-old clone of my brother take care of her I’m sure he’ll be able to do that.

you joke but thats LITERALLY his entire thought process at first. he's so isolated and arrogant that he couldnt possibly comprehend the idea that luz wouldnt see him as her father despite the fact he literally told hunter he was going to be her older brother and never once encouraged hunter to see him as anything but an uncle.

i attribute this to the fact that philip is an orphan who only ever knew his blood brother as his only caretaker, so he sorta took having a brother for granted and didn't realize that was something you could want rather than something that just Is.

(also caleb was the only person philip ever truly knew + loved and even well into his 300s he never once picked up a child psychology book and realized that Perhaps His Worldview Was Skewed Because Of That.)

he literally like. could not comprehend the idea that you could even choose your own family outside of like. being adopted by someone. thats the other thing with him being so annoyingly christian in this AU, he was taught that your blood family (esp yr parents) is always the most important thing in your life & you should always be grateful to them no matter what.

(this is another factor into why he keeps making grimwalkers. in his own twisted viewpoint, it's him giving caleb another chance. and another. and another-- at least in this specific characterization of him.)

philip thought that him adopting luz would mean she would immediately be eternally grateful to him and call him father and the whole nine yards. but he forget to actually express that expectation until it was too late (aka until he heard her call him uncle for the first time)

honestly, hes not MAD about it. he's just sorta :( about it bcus hes not actually insane and can still logically think like "she did say she had just lost her real father to an illness its perfectly reasonable for her to not want to replace him" (he doesnt think it outloud but he also enjoys living thru her vicariously

but also later on as she gets older it gets to a point where he's like "ok its been years now why isnt she trying to replace him yet" bcus he thinks its a normal + healthy part of the grieving process to replace the person you lost (figuratively or, in his case, Literally)

#qna #anonymous #little lamb au #toh #also luz is sort of catholic in this AU bcus she was raised like that #as in camila + manny would take her to church on sundays and she did sunday school sometimes and they'd encourage her to pray #but they never like. enforced it on her. it was more of a cultural thing for all three of them than a spiritual thing.#but belos is DELIGHTED when he hears baby luz praying out loud before bed on her first night in the castle #he tries to casually ask her about it like 'what is this God can you explain it to him'#but then as he listens to her little five year old explanation of God and Jesus she drops enough hints to make him realize #'Oh Good Lord She's Fucking CATHOLIC?'#'god truly is testing me by guiding this lamb into my care but no matter. no child is beyond redemption'#cue belos trying to push her more towards protestantism by attempting to have religious debates with a fucking. five year old #who has no concept of religion beyond 'jesus died for my sins which means i shouldnt lie to my abuela about taking an extra empanada'#sorry i love belos forgetting that religion exists up until luz arrives in the demon realm #and then he realizes Oh Fuck Thats Right. Im Doing This For God & Jesus Not Just For Fun #and then suddenly remembers everything his pastor from 400 years ago ever said to him

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phenikas · 1 year

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"Would you stop sneaking up on me?"

"Pfff, who's sneaking? I don't sneak."

"Oh, so you've been here this whole time?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

Part I

Click here for Part II

#tales from the borderlands #tftbl #handsome jack #rhys strongfork #borderlands #rhack #looking for suggestions on what scene to do next / I wanna try recreating Jack's expressions with the new model #posted this about three times now and each time it got sent into the shadow realm by tumblr #I swear if this one doesn't make it to the tags I will commit atrocities beyond man-made comprehension #SPrenders

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stalkedbytrains · 3 months

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Would You Like to Buy a Vacuum From Beyond the Realm of Human Comprehension?

It was almost 6 in the evening. This late in the summer, the sun would be going down in the next hour or so. Paula was going to have to lock up and double check her wards soon. Without the sun, things would get bad, she just had the feeling.

Like always, she started at the back of the house, checking the witching jars hidden among the double row of sunflowers that ringed her house. The witching jars had confirmed utility against the Wet Things, but the sunflower was merely a superstition that Paula inherited from her mother and her mother’s mother. The story was that devils and other dark things wouldn’t cross the flowers of the sun.

There was no empirical, scientific measurement to prove that was true when salt and silver worked so much better. But the comfort that the flowers brought to Paula was immeasurable.

The sunflowers follow the sun with their bright yellow and black faces, and for a moment Paula swears that they turn towards the front of her house, much lower than the actual sun approaching it’s inevitable daily end.

Then there was a loud, but not impolite, knock at her front door.

It wasn’t too late for visitors, but an uncommon time for one to be sure.

Paula quickly goes back inside, locking her door with brass lock and salt on the ground. She moved quickly through her small home to the front door. Through the looking glass she tried to spy who it was, for a brief second all she could see was a wide smile and an errant ray of sunshine temporarily blinded her before resolving into a charming looking woman in a brown leather hat, radiant smile, and wavy yellow hair that reminded Paula of the comforting feeling of her long ago lost first great love.

“Hello ma’am, I was wondering if you were interested in buying a vacuum. I can promise you that you’ll never see another opportunity like this again in your life,” the woman says, her voice like spring, refreshingly warm.

Vacuums, old world tech, from the world before the Shift, before the Slip, and well before the Fall. She’s heard stories of a seller of vacuums wandering the wastes beyond the Dust Desert just outside of town, but Paula never believed them.

“Who are you?” Paula asks cautiously, one hand on the door knob, the other on a worn and dusty sickle, kept near the door for protection.

The seller speaks a name that slips from Paula’s mind in a way that should have concerned her but resolved a moment later into “Eloise”.

Paula takes a pinch of the salt from the floor around the threshold, and opening the mailbox she flicks some out, hitting the woman in the worn traveling boots. Nothing sparked or bled smoke.

The saleswoman didn’t flinch.

“I shall submit to a test of silver or a trial of riddles if you so choose.”

Paula cracks open the door and slips out the edge of her sickle, not pure silver, but enough to damage anything that would darken her doorstep. The saleswoman, still smiling, extends a hand and pricks her finger against the blade.

“Satisfied or shall I recite a limerick for you to prove-”

Paula undoes a rune and a lock and opens the door. “What do you want? The sun is going to be going down soon, and I have wards to check.”

“I shall take only a few moments of your time, I shall be gone long before the sun will set, and you have my utmost promise that you shall be entirely safe while I’m on your doorstep,” the woman says in response.

The seller was pretty. At first, Paula thought, in an ordinary way, but as she kept looking the woman grew prettier among the details.

She smiled at Paula. “Would you be interested in a vacuum cleaner, ma’am? I can promise you, you’ve never seen one like this before. May I come in?”

The smile was so warm and disarming, that Paula found herself wanting to say yes. She knew she shouldn’t, there had to be a trick to it, but there was something safe about this woman named Eloise.

Paula let her inside. “Fine. But make it quick.”

Another charming smile, or perhaps the same one never left her face since she first knocked at the door.

The saleswoman swept into the house, her wheeled case barely making a sound.

Paula locked the door behind her and turned expecting to see the saleswoman opening her big case to reveal the product. Instead, Eloise was already facing her, vacuum already out and ready to be shown off.

It wasn’t a pretty thing, if Paula was perfectly honest. A pale yellow and red contraption, that was actually a little garish if she looked too long at it. As best as she could tell it appeared to be some kind of… molded plastic bags hung with some stainless steel acting as a base or foundation. Paula was positive there were no more factories, at least within 500 miles of the Dust Belt that she lived on the ever encroaching edge of, that could manufacture molded plastic like they used to in the Old Old World.

“There you have it, the last vacuum you will ever need,” Eloise said with a bright smile.

Now that the salesperson was within Paula’s house it was easier to get a good look at her. Well worn traveling boots that went up to her knee. Sensible pants. A long, brown leather duster. A wide brim hat. All of it sensible, all of it a bit dusty from the world outside the door. But she seemingly lacked the things that every traveler of the Dust Belt needed: a mask, eye protection, a weapon. Eloise was either foolish, or… completely unafraid of the fate that comes with testing the creatures of dust and shadow that haunt the nights and spaces between.

Paula was going to ask a question but Eloise continued with her speech before she could put a voice to the thought.

“Of course it is solar powered, so if you simply leave it in a sunny spot for 6 hours or so it will fully charge up. A battery will last at least 3 days of hard use, which I’m sure you’ll find plenty of out here. And I know how important solar power is out here with your… faulty electric grid. Things haven’t been the same since the fall of Niagara.”

Niagara. An old name, from before even the first Fall. A name that none would recognize, save possibly Paula, who was a researcher of the Before, trying to save or reconstruct the history and technology of that bygone world.

“You know of Niagara?” Paula asked.

Eloise smiled, this time a knowing smile. “I do. It was a sight. The way the sun would cause rainbows in the water spray.” The salesperson went quiet for a moment, as if remembering something from long ago.

“I shall not bore you with the technical details but this unit has one of the greatest filters you’ll likely ever see. It captures dirt and dust and collects it here in the back.” Eloise taps the back of the unit, the bulkiest part but one that still fit the relatively slim design. “You’ll only need to change it out once every solar year. And I see that you are a woman who is a firm believer in the power of salt circles. If you flip this switch here, you active a special mode unique to this model that will divert and purify any salt you collect and put it here in this little detachable container. This will allow you to clean your whole house and reuse any salt you collect in a new circle.”

“That’s very impressive,” Paula had to admit.

“And if you need to get into those hard to reach nooks and crannies, well we have this extension,” Eloise says as she pulls out a plastic tube that bends and folds while making strange little noises that ends in a foot and a half long silver metal… nozzle for lack of a better word. The extension was strange and didn’t seem to belong to the rest of the vacuum.

“It has a little hole at the tip and it allows you to really get into those corners and clean up any dust mites trying to break in and undo your home’s safety. And it is made with consecrated siderite so in a pinch it will function as a fairly lethal weapon.”

“Surely this cannot work as well as you are selling it.” Paula was suspicious and growing more so by the second. “I’m afraid this isn’t for me.”

“May I do a demonstration? To prove to you my product’s efficacy?”

Paula sighed. There was something about Eloise that she couldn’t just outright refuse. If all else fails she’s going to have a clean carpet. “Fine.”

“When you purchase this model it comes with a manual that tells you how to clean and take care of the unit, but it also gives helpful tips on how to vacuum, and certain patterns for bestowing certain benefits of having a clean room. I’ll do a very basic anti- clockwise pattern for metamorphosis and a feeling of bountiful energy.”

Eloise turned on the vacuum, which wasn’t as loud as Paula thought it would be. She stood in place near the threshold of the room that lead towards the front door and the stairs up to her bedroom. No matter how Eloise turned and moved in strange circular patterns pointing out how things are working and the beauty of a clean and open space, Paula never saw her turn her back. This bright and chipper woman seemed to be exceedingly careful, perhaps more so than Paula gave her credit for. But even knowing that Eloise wouldn’t ever turn her back on her, Paula tried to look for the movements, to catch her turning in a strange way to move around her living room, but she never caught it. She was just always looking at Paula or in a slight profile. It was exceedingly odd.

In the demonstration, Eloise pointed out a few rogue dust devils that Paula had missed in her earlier cleaning. They were strong enough to do anything yet, but if they were clever, in a few days they could start undoing wards overnight and invite something truly nasty inside or become something nasty themselves. Eloise and the vacuum destroyed them with minimal effort or fuss, which is more than Paula could have done.

After collecting some of the salt that was picked up in the demonstration and reapplying it to the circles and wards the demonstration ended.

“It is a very impressive machine you have there,” Paula admitted. “What’s the catch? What payment do you want for it?”

Eloise smiled, wide, bright, and a touch predatory. “I want very little. I like knowing that I can help keep people safe and warm. Just on days that you can see the sun, I’d like you to go outside and stand in its brilliance and say a word of thanks. No more than 10 minutes of quiet contemplation in the sun, on sunny days.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

Paula felt the hair on the back of her arms stand up. Her skin felt tingly and warm. The room bristled with energy and she felt more awake and alert. Maybe that’s why she only now noticed that Eloise had the most brilliant yellow-gold eyes. A color not natural to humans.

“You promise that’s it?”

Eloise took one of Paula’s hands in her own tanned, warm, worn hands and held them there for a moment. “I swear it.”

Paula had heard stories of deals made with devils and Saints, genies, and the Wet Things. None of them went well. But those were stories, legends. Weren’t they? This pretty woman behind her was offering a simple tool to help her maintain her small home and stay safe. And she only asked for thanks in the sun on sunny days. This close to the Dust Belt, there were only so many days she could see the sun when it wasn’t covered by swirling dust storms.

“Very well,” Paula said, taking the deal.

“Wonderful!” Eloise beamed at her. “You can take this model right now. Or I can put in an order for you for a different color scheme or an advanced model with more luxury features that I don’t think you’ll need.”

“If you’re willing to part with this one, I can take this one right now.”

“That is agreeable.”

The bargain was struck and the deal made, and Eloise made to leave. She walked backwards telling Paula to study her new owner’s manual, and Paula swore that the sunflower heads followed the mystery salesperson as she walked up the sidewalk and then away into the approaching evening where Paula just suddenly lost sight of her.

#one off #death and other epilogues #part of the short story collection i'm working on #would you like to buy a vacuum from beyond the realm of human comprehension?

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atlantic-riona · 1 month

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hot take but I think a lot of current fantasy has lost the "what the heck" nonsensical vibes and that's why a lot of it is so bad

#people are so obsessed with 'being like tolkien' that they forget that a key part of fantasy #is the magic and wonder and inexplicable occurences #some things we need to accept on faith and move on #like you don't NEED to understand the mechanics of portals to other worlds or magic #or have a logical realistic fantasy realm #it's fantasy!! it's by definition UNREALISTIC and WEIRD and INEXPLICABLE #tolkien himself said something along the lines of 'if you explain how it works #it's not magic anymore'#(somewhere in on fairy stories I think)#but the point is that I actually could not care less about whether your fictional languages and histories etc etc #are realistic or sensible #if I wanted to read about a different culture or language or place I'd pick up a regular fiction novel #fantasy means that there's magic and things beyond our ken #lots of things will not and should not make sense #(logically. they should make sense in terms of fantasy)#(paraphrasing from sir terry here but it's unrealistic and nonsensical #for the third brother to succeed or for the sword to be pulled from the stone or for kindness and bravery to always win the day)#(but in a fantasy that is what makes sense; the illogical)#someday I'll write up my discord rant on modern fantasy as a true essay but it is not this day lol

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captainsparklefingers · 1 year

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I really hope at some point down the road in The Legend of Vox Machina, the whole story of the Matron is touched upon a little bit more. How she was mortal, how she ascended and took down the previous god of death and erased her old name and his from history.

I mean if we're gonna get to the Whispered One it'll need to happen anyway, but...

But I just want that scene. Her and Vax, in her domain, the threads of fate, everything tinted red...and she takes off the mask to reveal the sad, lonely, powerful woman underneath. I just really want to see that.

It's Vax, seeing what his future is going to be. The lonely Champion of Ravens, god of the dead and the passage of souls, once mortal, forever changed and detached from the life they knew and the ones they loved.

#the matron of ravens #vax'ildan #the champion of ravens #critical role #the legend of vox machina #tlovm spoilers #you can pry death god vax from my cold dead hands I'm not sorry #tal'dorei reborn basically confirmed his demigod status and I am rolling with that #the raven queen #the raven queen is the god of death in that she's the moment of dying #Vax is the passage of souls from one realm to the next #(and back if your resurrection spell is compelling enough)#he's the ferryman #the champion who fights the undead #and he's arguably a god of thieves (for the obvious reasons but also when he guides you to the beyond he 'steals' you from the living)#(and his life was stolen)#god I need to see that scene so bad #I need the validation for my thoughts and feelings

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maddy-ferguson · 1 year

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Is it just me or do some Bylers reach way too hard to defend Mike for things he was objectively wrong for? Like the rink o mania thing is a perfect example, Will was not being bitchy (onscreen) at all to Mike until the argument where Mike was the one who started it by blaming Will for not telling him about El’s problems. Mike was being a huge asshole there, which even he noticed and said Will didn’t deserve the way Mike treated him. He then apologized and Will accepted it because Will knows that Mike was genuinely remorseful and that he wanted to be best friends again. I hate to say this bc 99% of the time it is deeper than it looks but for this I just don’t get how you can watch and think Will was actually in the wrong.

i do enjoy a good reach and i get not wanting one character to be 100% in the right and one character to be 100% in the wrong in an argument and i don't even think mike was 100% in the wrong at rink o mania but when you back up a bit...what did will do wrong exactly lol.

do we agree with mike that he was a douche for...not telling him that el was being bullied? nonsensical. he didn't even know she was lying to him before the airport.

was he wrong for barely talking and basically sabotaging the whole day? a day el said was supposed to be about the two of them, making will third wheel and feel like shit just like in the beginning of season 3 and for months before that? right...because that makes sense.

was will in the wrong for not calling mike and for making it sound like it was his fault they didn't keep in touch? this one i can get behind but he would have let that go (the painting being a welcome gift doesn't scream resentful) had mike not made it clear that he wasn't interested in anything he had to say by...rejecting his hug, agreeing to the whole day being about him and el, ignoring him save for the vomit green joke, And not calling for months. if the first three hadn't occurred maybe will wouldn't have felt the need to defend himself when mike started a fight because he didn't tell him his gf was being bullied like he's their couples counselor or something

it's like you said mike literally starts the fight and then deflects (twice) and Then he apologizes...idk!

long-winded answer but how exactly was will being a dick lol. i know he apologizes for being mean to him and for pushing him away in the van scene but when exactly on march 22, 1986 was will mean to mike. i can see the pushing him away because he didn't call but he said he deserved the fight and admitted to being a jerk to el (literally HOW. when) and wouldn't let lucas apologize to him in season 3 so i'm not taking his self-deprecating martyr word for it SORRY

it's especially funny when you remember that mike trying to call will is a THEORY

#i know mike is self-deprecating too. this isn't about him💖#i know even byler being endgame is a theory but #and i GET IT like even if it turns out mike DIDN'T call he's not the devil or anything and i knoww why he acts like he does but when you #look at it from will's pov his behavior makes no fucking sense if he cares about him even a little. like why would he reject that hug lol #you could say him rejecting the hug was because he felt like they weren't friends anymore because will didn't call him and like sure but #then how is will not allowed to feel like they're not friends when mike doesn't call AND rejects his hug AND makes him third wheel all day #you can even say it was because he was like oh will gay can't make it obvious that i'm in love with him but that's just beyond the #realm of possibility to will. do you know what i mean? of course he's gonna think he doesn't care about him and doesn't even wanna hug him #hello after six months of not seeing him because he in fact didn't want to hug him. rejected the hug and made will feel like he was the #only one who wanted to be friends just like before #and really can you blame will for not calling when even without taking the fact that he's in love with mike into consideration the last #time he tried to show this friendship meant a lot to him he got shut down like crazy and was told that he was acting like a kid #i would've wanted mike to make a little bit of an effort too after that tf #and i know why he didn't call if he did in fact not call i know all that will isn't a tumblr byler he knows none of that not calling + not #hugging + agreeing to you not being important to the day + making you third wheel = not caring about you is not a crazy leap #if you wanna do the will isn't a perfect angel who is always 100% in the right thing (which i respect btw) i don't really see how #rink o mania helps your case I'M SORRY #you just will never convince me that it was 50/50 #ask

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izzyofthestars2004 · 2 years

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A concept of an original idea I currently working called Realms from Beyond.

I’m still working out the tweks on it.

Hope ya like it

#Realms from Beyond #original ideas #fantasy art #fantasy ideas #fantasy based story

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godsfavoritescientist · 10 months

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I'm trying so hard here to draw some kind of connection between the 4th dimension and Bill even though I know next-to-nothing about it. Anyway this article seems extremely speculative but it does sound like the kind of thing that would not deter Bill in the slightest from introducing a 4th dimension into our world during weirdmaggedon. Maybe similarly dangerous things could happen to 2D beings if their world was suddenly made 3D, too. I mean, I can't imagine suddenly having one's internal organs exposed to open air and gravity would be great for staying alive. My line of thought here is: what if Bill "liberating his dimension" meant "liberating it from the confines of 2D." What if he made it a 3D world with newfound power, and a side effect of that ended up causing it to go up in flames. What if "and I'm here to liberate [Ford's dimension]" meant his endgoal was making our dimension 4D

#bill meta #biggest doubt i have with this is 'why would he stop at 4D why not infinite dimensions' but conceptualizing that would be impossible #it also has no basis beyond 'he would care about dimensions bc of having *his* perspective expanded by going from 2d to at least 3d'#its mainly just 'idk its interesting to think about so im coming up with scenarios'#the article saying 'maybe in 4d the earth would spiral into the sun' makes me think of timebabys warning during weirdmaggedon #about timespace collapsing and stuff. like maybe the universe itself is 3d-ish at least in the world of gfalls #but theres gotta be 4d dimensions out there right. maybe nightmare realm was rhe end result of making a different 3d place become 4d #and bill was like 'it didnt burn down! success!' meanwhile most of the people and planets got destroyed

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lastborne · 7 months

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Sighing sadly at discord being down.

Fine, I guess I'll go kick rocks or something.

#from realms beyond // ooc

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mister13eyond · 11 months

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basically vin's morality is "you have to play with your cat until he's exhausted or he WILL make his own fun and it WILL be destroying your furniture"

#vin isn't outright evil and as long as he's entertained he's perfectly harmless #but there is nothing more dangerous than a bored demon #also by virtue of watching and eating dreams he has started to think of humans as like blorbo from his shows #those are his favorite nightly programs!#but that also means he's like #ahh i can't wait to see blorbo from my shows experience catastrophic emotional turmoil because we love to see them overcome struggles #so if he's looking for entertainment he MIGHT cause problems on purpose just because #he wants to watch someone struggle with and overcome those problems #he doesn't take JOY in suffering he just loves a good narrative arc and character growth #and unfortunately there's little difference to him between characters and humans #especially in the realm of dreams #bc there he gets to watch people like die or endure horrors beyond the possibilities of reality #but he also knows they will wake up and be Fine so he's extra desensitized to nightmare horror #oh this is a serious trauma you're processing?#no this is his favorite psychological horror movie #my ocs #my oc #headcanons #vin #vinegyaru

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Well... Omega IS innocent and is wrongly accused of all charges! It's not their fault that he is caught in bad and murderous situations, a victim of circumstance! Let Omega go free! Free Omega!

#OMEGA HAS BEEN BANISHED TO THE SHADOW REALM!#GOOD BYE LITTLE MEOW MEOW #messages from beyond the ask box #anonymous

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craig960114 · 1 month

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story by me (craig)

I are literature

In the quiet town of Doodleville, there lived a peculiar doodle named Craig. Craig was no ordinary sketch; he was a cat with a mission. Despite his simple appearance, Craig harbored ambitions far grander than his humble origins suggested.

From a young age, Craig possessed an insatiable curiosity and a keen intellect. While his peers contented themselves with idle doodling, Craig spent his days studying the world around him, absorbing knowledge like a sponge. He learned about history, politics, and the intricacies of human behavior, all from the confines of his paper realm.

As Craig grew older, his ambitions expanded. He yearned for something more than the confines of Doodleville. He dreamed of venturing beyond the borders of his sketchbook and making his mark on the wider world.

One fateful day, Craig's opportunity arrived in the form of a stray pencil left unattended on the edge of his page. With a mixture of determination and excitement, Craig seized the pencil and began to draw. He sketched a doorway leading out of Doodleville, and with a final flourish, he stepped through into the unknown.

The world outside was vast and full of wonders, but it was also fraught with danger. Undeterred, Craig embarked on a quest to carve out his own destiny. Along the way, he encountered a colorful cast of characters, from mischievous doodles to formidable adversaries.

Despite the challenges he faced, Craig never lost sight of his ultimate goal: to leave his mark on the world and reshape it according to his vision. With each obstacle overcome and each victory achieved, Craig grew stronger and more determined than ever before.

In the end, Craig's journey was not just about conquering the world, but about discovering his true self and realizing his full potential. As he stood atop the highest peak, surveying the realm he had conquered, Craig knew that his adventures were only just beginning. For Craig was not just a doodle; he was a legend in the making, destined for greatness beyond the confines of his paper kingdom.

#In the quiet town of Doodleville #there lived a peculiar doodle named Craig. Craig was no ordinary sketch; he was a cat with a mission. Despite his simple appearance #Craig harbored ambitions far grander than his humble origins suggested.#From a young age #Craig possessed an insatiable curiosity and a keen intellect. While his peers contented themselves with idle doodling #Craig spent his days studying the world around him #absorbing knowledge like a sponge. He learned about history #politics #and the intricacies of human behavior #all from the confines of his paper realm.#As Craig grew older #his ambitions expanded. He yearned for something more than the confines of Doodleville. He dreamed of venturing beyond the borders of his s #One fateful day #Craig's opportunity arrived in the form of a stray pencil left unattended on the edge of his page. With a mixture of determination and exci #Craig seized the pencil and began to draw. He sketched a doorway leading out of Doodleville #and with a final flourish #he stepped through into the unknown.#The world outside was vast and full of wonders #but it was also fraught with danger. Undeterred #Craig embarked on a quest to carve out his own destiny. Along the way #he encountered a colorful cast of characters #from mischievous doodles to formidable adversaries.#Despite the challenges he faced #Craig never lost sight of his ultimate goal: to leave his mark on the world and reshape it according to his vision. With each obstacle over #Craig grew stronger and more determined than ever before.#In the end #Craig's journey was not just about conquering the world #but about discovering his true self and realizing his full potential. As he stood atop the highest peak #surveying the realm he had conquered #Craig knew that his adventures were only just beginning. For Craig was not just a doodle; he was a legend in the making

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