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can I tell you guys that I usually hate canon-multiverse media and the weird kinda nihilism that often accompanies it? can I tell you that I hate it when stakes are incomprehensibly high and that I hate how the goals of saving/taking over the world blow things out of proportion?
can I tell you that with it's brilliant world- but especially character writing, I don't feel that way about Malevolent?
sure I'm biased as fuck because I've been listening to this show since 2021 but I can't help it. I adore this story and this world and I adore the themes that are ever-present within it.
so can I tell you that both the subtle and very (very) straightforward ways Intermezzo introduces multiple universes to both the listener and the characters themselves, is probably my favourite way it's been done?
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deancaspinefest · 1 year
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Other Worlds Than These
Author: allthismusic | Artist: lotrspnfangirl Posting on Thursday February 16
In the Empty, you relive your regrets. But the worlds that it has dropped Castiel into aren’t familiar to him. Over and over, it sends him into universes he doesn’t recognize, although he expects that they exist — or existed — in some form or another. Dean is always there, but it’s not his Dean, and maybe that’s the Empty’s point. What it offers him, if he’ll just be quiet, if he’ll just behave… it’s nice, it’s what he never thought he could have in reality, but it’s not real. It’s not Dean. But when he finds himself in a world that looks like the Empty itself — a dark, eternal void — Castiel is confused. This isn’t some corner the Empty can try to tuck him away in, so long as he’s willing to accept a life he knows isn’t quite real. This feels different, more genuine. And the version of Dean that comes to rescue him… he feels real, too. 
Keep reading for a sneak preview!
Castiel is in nothing, is nothing, is surrounded by nothing, and then suddenly he is in front of a building. He looks around, his eyes adjusting to the light. The street is nondescript. It could be any street in any city. The shadow of the sun tells him that it’s just after lunchtime. There are men carrying briefcases and women wearing sensible pumps and pantsuits, hurrying past him to their respective offices. Castiel realizes that he, too, is carrying a briefcase. For lack of anything else to do, he goes into the building in front of him. “You must be Mr. Adler’s one o’clock,” the receptionist says brightly. “No,” Castiel tells her. “I’m not supposed to be here. I was—” “Okay, fifth floor,” she says as if he hadn’t said anything. She hands him a sticker that reads ‘visitor’ and points to the elevator. Castiel doubts that Mr. Adler on the fifth floor or anyone on any floor will have any answers as to how he had been transported from the infinite void of the Empty to an unremarkable office building, but he follows the receptionist’s directions and takes the elevator up. It dings at the fifth floor and Castiel steps out, and in front of him is an office with frosted glass windows, a heavy wooden door, and an engraved brass plate that reads ‘Z. Adler, COO’. Castiel raises a hand to knock, but the door swings open slowly before he can touch his fist to it. And when he sees who is sitting behind the imposing mahogany desk in the office, a flicker of recognition immediately jolts through him. It’s been over a decade since he had seen this vessel, but it’s not one he’d forget. Suddenly it makes sense. The Empty forces you to live and relive your biggest regrets. Castiel regrets obeying orders without question, particularly Zachariah’s orders. Although it still doesn’t explain the office setting. Strangely, though, Zachariah doesn’t seem to recognize Castiel for who he is. “Ah, he says, beckoning him in with one hand and using the other to end a call on his headset. “You’re the new temp?” “I—” Castiel begins. What is he supposed to do here? Fight him? Let the scene play out? He decides to go along with it, for now. “Yes.” “Excellent, excellent!” Zachariah says, and Castiel fights the urge to cringe at the smarmy smugness of his tone. “Head up to Smith on level 14 and he’ll put you to work.” 
 [continue reading on Ao3 on Thursday February 16]
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collieii · 1 year
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someone probably said this already but in spiderverse i think it's interesting how when pavitr was first introduced everyone thought something bad was gonna happen to him bc of how confident and optimistic he was. and then in the actual movie we see that something bad was supposed to happen to him (police chief dying!) but it doesn't! miles stops it! and miguel berates miles for this, says it's going to cause the universe to collapse or whatever.
there's this idea that tragedy is inherent to spidermans growth, and while it's true that some spiderpeople learn important lessons through loss, no one stops to ask, is it really necessary? yeah, maybe the chief was supposed to die. but why does spiderman have to be formed through tragedy? why do we (as heroes) have to let people die? pavitr didn't lose anyone, and he's still a good spiderman! maybe, if he doesn't suffer, he'll end up better off for it!
so while miguel is arguing for all this big picture stuff about saving the multiverse he's lost sight of what it really means to be a spiderman, he's not looking out for the real individual people. yeah it's just one person who would die, but that one person means something to someone. shrugging and saying "stuff just sucks sometimes, we can't do anything about it" is the opposite of what superheroes do. pretty obviously, miles arc is also a reflection of the struggles people face in real life, working within unequal systems, where it's easy to shrug and say "that's just the way it is" and not ask "but why does it need be this way? can't we do something about it?"
miguel is arguing that you can't have your cake and eat it too. presumably, miles and co. are going to find a way to get around that and change things for the better (and maybe that's why miles has that line about two cakes in the advisors office!)
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scared-cr0ws · 9 months
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he’s a bit of a fanboy probably
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just-french-me-up · 2 years
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When you're reading a fic that's just so good you just have to sit back and think
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AU ideas that are potentially crack or cursed:
Jason ends up in a dimension where most things are similar/the same except the Joker is just some minor villain with a gimmick and about the same threat level as condiment king. All the bats there are trying to support him as he deals with this trauma but also they’re all really confused that such a large part of his trauma stems from that guy.
Mumble mumble magic something and Batman is gone, except Bruce is still there. It just stripped him of his Batman-ness and everyone is left with Brucie Wayne. 24/7 Brucie Wayne. Who knows nothing about Batman and doesn’t see why he should bother “fixing” whatever this is. Also Brucie’s a great parent and so many people are having a crisis now.
Batman’s kids keep getting lantern rings and/or magical superpowers and he would like it to please stop.
Ra’s Al Ghul is now the magically-assigned guardian of the champion of magic. His continued existence rests on his ability to be a good parental figure to Billy Batson so he’s speed running his be-a-good-person redemption montage.
A member of the JL (not a bat) accidentally time travels and accidentally-on-purpose saves this little family in an alley that were about to get shot. Takes about ten minutes to realize they just saved Batman’s parents. But surely this will all be just fine.
Jason dies (again) and re-emerges from the pit, only to find that he’s in the body of Ra’s Al Ghul and Talia is like two, which means that Bruce is also just a kid.
Batman goes back in time to try and fix all his mistakes except he accidentally brought all his kids with him and none of them appreciate the sudden de-aging.
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grassbreads · 4 months
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Anyway while I'm talking about Homestuck I gotta say what a truly bonkers character concept Dirk Strider is. I can't believe they did that.
Like imagine you're reading a comic, and one of the main characters has to go through this whole emotional journey to realize that the way he was raised was really fucked up actually. He has to realize that the older brother that raised him was actually really abusive, and the things he did to him were not okay.
And then imagine that the comic also includes an alternate universe timeline where young versions of the main characters' parents/guardians become the protagonists, including the abusive brother. The au teen version of the guy that absolutely fucked up a beloved main character becomes a protagonist in his own right, and this version of him desperately wants to be good.
He desperately wants to be a good person, but he has horrible tendencies that he has to reckon with lest he irreparably hurt his friends. And you know the whole time that in another universe he does canonically have that capacity to become a terrible abusive person. And eventually he knows that too. He knows and he accepts every terrible alternate self across the multiverse as him. But he still wants to be a good person.
That's Dirk Strider.
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shittyutmv · 4 months
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He's fine killer by rahafwabas dream by jokublog
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elizakai · 2 months
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“what’s Nightmare doing signing paperwork all day”
“is he catelogging aus”
“is he signing 100 treaties”
“is he writing fanfiction”
NO. (well. maybe the fanfic.)
you guys what if Nightmare is just a landlord?
over the last 500+ years he’s accumulated property after property and he makes fucking bank. gramps just monopolized the housing industry (s. plural industries. multiversal)
why does he need money? because he wants it duh. also leverage, he can bribe anyone who won’t be intimidated by him.
he pays for his castle of course! he’s much harder to trace if the records for his property are that of an honest, tax paying citizen!
who’s to say nightmare didn’t build the castle himself at this point!
he’s managing legions of properties and renters on the daily, very high maintenance, lots of paperwork to file and mail to send daily.
he went
“How do i make people most miserable”
“I know.”
“I’ll be a landlord”
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lil-inky · 1 year
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Redraws from Underverse 0.7 (part 1 / ?)
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For a second I forgor how tall Fresh’s canon height rlly be skskskks
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soapdispensersalesman · 9 months
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astersofthesky · 27 days
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The anime is still insane for this ending because what do you mean Light only WILLINGLY AND EVEN CALMLY closes his eyes after seeing his enemy/rival/equal's "ghost"???
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artpepkin · 2 months
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Nym's best day!!
Happy April Fools 🧡🤭
Nym belongs to me
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g1rlr0b1n · 1 month
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Yet another commission by the amazingly talented @ookamihanta!!! Go check out their page to see more art!!! Their commissions are still open so go check that out as well!!! I highly recommend them!!! 🦉
Into the Owl's Nest (Preview)
Damian's eyes snapped open and he jolted up in bed, gasping for air as if he had been drowning. His skin was clammy and his heart raced in his chest. As his senses returned, the cold, musty scent of damp stone and earth filled his nostrils. He strained to see in the darkness, but could only make out the faint outline of a room surrounding him. The distant sound of rushing water echoed through the space, causing a shiver to run down his spine. With a sinking feeling in his gut, Damian realized that he must be deep underground, and he realized where he must be. This was the Owl’s Nest.
The faint clicking of heels echoed on the stone ground, growing closer with each step. He strained his eyes against the darkness as he searched for an escape. Too late. The door creaked open and a woman glided in, her form encased in a skin-tight nylon suit, feathers adorned the top of her cape. Her blonde hair was pulled back tightly, emphasizing her fierce features, while a mask obscured her eyes. Damian maintained a stoic expression as she spoke, her words dripping with disdain, "so, you must be Talia's brat," she spat. Her eyes roamed over his form, obscured by the mask she wore. The coldness in her voice matched the chill in the air, sending shivers down his spine. Her eyes narrowed behind the intricate mask, scanning him from head to toe with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. The silence between them was thick with tension but Damian maintained his composure.
When he did not speak she continued, “your father wishes to see you.” Damian's muscles tensed at the mention of his father but he remained still, not daring to give her any satisfaction. Not even when she glided across the room, her movements fluid like a predator stalking its prey did he move to get up from the bed. With a swift motion, she pulled him up by his arm, her long nails digging into his flesh. He gritted his teeth against the pain, knowing better than to show weakness. She dragged him along, her grip unrelenting, until they reached a large open space. A wall was lined with computers and equipment, and there, behind the glow of computer screens, sat a man clad in all back. The Owlman.
The man slowly turned to face him, his expression unreadable. "I hope you don't mind," he began in a smooth, almost mocking tone, "your mother and I decided it would be best if I took custody of you." Damian felt a surge of anger rise up in the pit of his stomach, a rage that was only met by the man's cruel smile.
"You killed my mother," Damian growled through gritted teeth, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
“I suppose that’s true,” he shrugged carelessly, “it pained me to do so, I loved her-”
"Obsession is not love," Damian spat out bitterly, his control slipping as memories from last night flooded back. "That's not love...and when you couldn't have her..." His voice trailed off, trembling, as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Damian had loved his mother more than anything, and this man had taken her away from him without a second thought.
The man's eyes hardened and for a moment, Damian could see the darkness lurking behind them, "let it be a lesson to you then," he sneered. "You may share my blood, but if I have no use for you, you can join her."
Damian was smart enough to know when someone was bluffing, and this man was not, he was well aware that this man would snuff him out the moment he stepped out of line. Refusing to show any weakness, Damian stood tall and pushed aside his emotions. "What use do you have for me then, father?" he asked, maintaining a calm and collected façade despite the turmoil within.
His features twisted into a smirk, “I’m glad you asked,” he stood from his chair to tower over the boy, “As you may or may not be aware, Ultraman was our esteemed leader until his most recent and unfortunate demise. His twisted obsession with his other selves was finally his downfall. Ironic.” The glint of joy in his eyes betrayed his words. “There are a few would be successors but of course I have my preference.” 
Owlman paused as if waiting for Damian to ask a question but Damian knew there was only an answer he sought. And Damian was nothing, if not adaptable. “Naturally, it should be you, father," he replied smoothly. He’d play along for now, he’d tell the crazed man whatever assurances he needed to hear. Afterall, he was somewhere underground surrounded by enemies, and if he hoped for any chance of survival, he’d have to be smart about it.
“Smart boy,” he scoffed, then continued, “Ultraman leaves behind his wife and son, Lois has already begun pushing for Jor-El to claim his father’s seat but he is just a child. Barely 19. He needs…” he paused again as if searching for the right words, “a friend more than a title.”
Damian raised an eyebrow in question, “you wish me to befriend him?”
“Sure…and who knows what may happen once you two become close.” Owlman shrugged, a wicked smirk spread across his features, contorting them into a menacing expression.
Damian racked his brain for meaning. Did his father want him close to Jor-El to distract him, to manipulate him, or to kill him? Did his father even care as long as he could take power? Finally, Damian broke the silence with a slow, measured voice. “I can only assume you have some means for me to arrange a meeting with him?”
“Of course,” he motioned toward the blonde woman who had been lurking in the corner. “Beth, please ensure that Damian is presentable for this evening's introduction to the rest of the Syndicate. Make him look…enticing.”
Damian suddenly became aware of another possibility.
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bonetrix-arts · 9 months
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Silly guys
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asking-trader-howdy · 6 months
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It's Christmas Eve!
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Happy Christmas Eve!
It's me again, creator! Nothing to say much but this is the reason I haven't answered any ask lately
My apologies!
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