#duplication

[goldengirlgalaxy]

The GIW have found out about Danny being half ghost. However, due to the dangers of getting caught Danny has a plan.

Danny some time beforehand manages to successfully figure out how to duplicate himself. Each one is just as strong as the others and the last duplicate remaining becomes the real Danny. Any duplicate the disappears will have all its memories return to the other copies.

The plan is simple: the Dannys all split up and set themselves up in different parts of the world, far away from one another. Should one get caught, it will simply vanish before the GIW can do any serious and traumatizing damage. Plus, Danny won't have to try and build another life for himself should he need to abandon one.

However, what Danny didn't consider is the fact that the copies don't have any kind of mental connection aside from when their memories are redistributed. They also don't keep in contact, as that would defeat the purpose of having them split up.

When the various superheroes around the globe find a child with incredible power who is all alone, they tend to try to help them. And since Danny doesn't want the GIW to find him, he tends to pick a different hero name than Phantom.

Needless to say, its a very interesting meeting at the Watchtower when they belatedly discover that several new heroes that had were being mentored by several heroes were all the same person.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #duplication #Danny has been adopted by all the heroes #He just doesn't realize it #It's the spiderman meme times twenty or something during that meeting #Danny was very closed off about his past for various reasons #So no one knew about the duplication thing #The meeting was probably about the Anti-Ecto Acts #All the Dannys picked different names based on who they were with #Danny is going to have one serious headache if or when they he fuses back together #This is going to be one big custody battle #Did everyone go with just heroes or is there a Danny or two with villains?

[therobotmonster]

I know I wasn't supposed to.

But I went into the woods.

Another me came out.

We seem to be equally suspicious that the other is the imposter. I keep checking him for roots and he keeps doing the same to me. Is it a double bluff? Is he gaslighting me into thinking I'm the neverwas thing and he's the human being with organs and anxiety? Is he truly unaware he's a mockery given shape? If he can be unaware of it, I can be too.

That's kind of a lonely thought, really.

-

It's been several days and the tests are all inconclusive. We both bleed normal blood that doesn't turn into a spider and jump to the ceiling when you touch it with a hot wire. We know the same trivia. We pretended to know the same stuff we forgot that we were embarrassed not to remember. We both got uncomfortable at the exact same time when we walked into the cathedral.

We arm wrestled and didn't tie somehow, but we weren't sure if winning meant he was more likely to be fake or less likely.

I worry that we don't really know anything about accursed other selves from the woods.

Wikipedia has been less than helpful.

-

Mom claims she knows which one of us is her 'first boy' but refuses to tell us on the basis that she loves us both and thinks we should get along.

He thinks she can't tell and is too embarrassed to tell us. I think its because she wants to double her chance at grandkids. The difference in opinion is interesting, but is it a sign of an imposter, or the divergence of our experiences?

-

We've decided to flip for the job. I won, so I don't have to find new work. I don't know if that's a win.

I think the curse is that neither one of us is an unnatural imposter out to kill the other. Or else whichever one of us is the monster has realized they don't think my life is worth killing to steal.

I know I think about smashing that copy of my own face open with a rusty fire axe, a gush of sea water and blasphemous screams roiling from the empty hole that should contain bone and brains, and it just seems like a lot of trouble and effort.

I think I'm going to start going by my middle name.

-

Another me just showed up on our doorstep.

He's caked in mud, sticks and twigs in his hair, babbling about harrowing experiences. I'm fixing him some tea while the other-other me hands him the pamphlet we made just in case.

Now he's telling us about the Night King. Like we don't know.

I need a bigger place.

#mini fiction #fiction snippet #doppelganger #doppelgangers #ambiguity #duplication

[patmandx-art]

ben10tober Day 14 - Ditto I was going to make an echo joke but that's a different guy

#ben 10 #omnitrix #ben 10 original series #ditto #ditto ben 10 #ben 10 ditto #ben 10 aliens #Splixson #multiplication #duplication #cartoon network #ben 10 fan art #ben 10 fanart #cartoon network fanart #cartoon network fan art #pat art #patmandx art #digital art #fanart #fan art #clones #clone #cloning #alien #aliens #ben10tober #drawtober #drawtober 2023 #drawtober2023 #queue

[multiplicationdivision]

Human duplication was as controversial a process as science could come up with. It wasn’t true cloning, far from that shit that popped out babys that always diverge from their progenitors. That shit had been nearly accepted, despite the conservatives whining as ever about natural birth.

Human duplication had reasons for its near illegality. It could create carbon copies of a person, down to the mind. There was a price though. All that base tissue needed to come from somewhere and artificial or animal-based cells wouldn’t suffice. It required a full sentient person to convert, creating a double in exchange for a human sacrifice.  Paramount to murder, but politicians had screamed bloody murder to hold it in their destructive toolbelts. Convinced the country that it was a way to reform the worst people, converting them into more brave soldiers and intelligent geniuses. Multiply the best of the country at the price of the worst.

It was complete nightmarish eugenics word salad, equating the unwanted to a resource. Just another way to abuse the disenfranchised.

There were two groups that had access to the drug needed to convert a person. The government and the punks. Cody was proud of their resourcefulness in that regard. He hadn’t been the driving force of their discovering on how to synthesize their own variant of it, but before long it had been dished out to every person with the willingness to infuse their DNA into it.

The fascists were using it to build their armys so the punk little queers had decided to fight fire with fire. It was hardly the most moral solution to the problem, but morality falls to the wayside when you watch your friend be converted into the legion of identical cops patrolling the streets. They barely even pretended to have a reason to dose you up with the drug these days, the pigs converting anyone they could isolate into privacy. You’d watch a drunk college student get snatched into an alley by an old pig and watch that pig emerge with another of him in turn.

It made Cody enjoy watching those same fascists panic as his crew jumped them. Shout and swear violence on them as Cody shot them up with his own brew. He hadn’t given much thought to the idea of duplicates, but anybody was better than these filth.

They continued shouting and spouting vulgar threats as their variant worked its way into their veins. Their punk smarties had made it only activate through this specific violent thought, some special cocktail of murderous intent. Highly effective against these brands of killers, unsurprisingly enough.

Their twisted snarling grins smoothed as their cells restructured. Buzz cuts and bald spots sprouting his dirty blond hair in abundance as the cell turnover kicked into rapid speed. Bloodshot eyes draining into his own peepers, their dilated pupils losing focus as if they were windows to see Cody’s neurons overtaking theirs.

Cody found himself fascinated as his tattoos traced across their arms. This shit was almost supernatural in its ability to replicate. Cody was sure his tats weren’t in his genome, but so wasn’t his hair length. Everything perfected down to the pierced holes in his ears, no imperfection left out of the picture.

He was left with two new bros, cringing at the uniforms they wore. Rapidly shirking the blue off, preferring to be naked in the warehouse they’d lured those idiots too rather than looking anything like a nazi. Made Cody smirk in pride at the reformed men, being proud in both their identity to the cause and their shared killer bodies. It wasn’t every day that you could see yourself like that without a mirror and Cody preened at his copies.

They’d prepared for this moment, the copies already heading to the van that Cody and his crew had stocked with matching outfits. They likely remembered buying the shit.  New jackets and boots to make the three of them so identical that it would confuse the shit out of surveillance. The police was still unaware that they could even utilize the substance and boy was it fun to abuse that incompetence.

They were proper duplicates by the time the other two got dressed and Cody found himself far too into it. Dressed to the nines in triplicate, already treating each other as extensions. His crew calling for plans and one of the new hims speaking up before he did, giving exactly the words Cody had been planning on saying. One of his duplicates handing him a cig before he could realize he’d been craving it, knocking shoulders as they watched the others set fire to the evidence.

Cody could sympathize in one regard with the pigs. This was sounding to be a lot of fun.

#identical #copy #clones #duplication #shapeshift #male shapeshift #personality change #male tf #mental change #male transformation #fascist to punk #punk tf

[icy-watch]

This is an accurate depiction of every single artist I've ever been friends with.

#liveblogging #lego monkie kid #season 1 #episode 2 #duplication #lmk s01e02

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I found a locked box in my closet that gave my the ability to duplicate things when I opened it. But when I duplicated live creatures, they would eventually show their dark side and try to kill me to get the ability for themselves. I used my Master Sword replica to subdue them and eventually chase away the spirit that had the ability.

#dream #box #closet #duplication #violence tw #death tw #murder tw #sword #master sword #replicca #sword replica

[briarruler]

Idea: When Summoning a Ghost of the Infinite Realms what appears in the Summoning Circle is always a Duplicate - even if Duplication isn't a power the summoned ghost is normally capable of using.

#Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Crossover #Summoning #Ghost Zone Residents #Duplication

[pallastrology]

nature vs. nurture in astrology

just a quick post with some thoughts on the topic, prompted by a reply to my recent post on interceptions and duplications. i was talking about interceptions, and the early experiences they can represent. i think, when writing that post, i missed an opportunity to talk about how nuanced astrology is, especially when it comes to the more psychoanalysis-y side of things, which is the angle i'm usually coming from.

i was asked if you could cause interceptions in your childrens' birth charts. interceptions are, at their core, an imbalance somewhere in the chart. from my own experience and study of other astrologers' work and reading charts, this usually translates to negative childhood experiences that start to form destructive patterns. so this question makes perfect sense, since it's a placement that is often activated in childhood. but i think that's the key word here, activated. we are all born with all of our placements, and some belief systems actually argue that we choose our placements, and therefore the trials that come with them, before coming into the world. whatever your own beliefs around this concept, it's important to remember that the natal chart is a blueprint, not a finished house.

having intercepted signs shows a predisposition to disharmony in the affected signs and houses. i think, even with the most attuned and loving parents, we will all go through negative and damaging experiences in our early years. for me personally, i can see clear links between my interceptions and my home life, and there are a lot of details within the interceptions of my chart that i didn't list in the original post that ‘back up’ those links. i think, in hindsight, i should have added more of a disclaimer about this, because i'm obviously biased by my own perceptions and study. i think another point worth looking at here is that where there are interceptions, there are duplications. they show where we have an abundance of the more helpful qualities of a sign, and these qualities are the way forward when it comes to rebalancing intercepted signs.

in a nutshell, i believe that we are born with interceptions, and therefore we are predisposed to the issues they represent, but not fated to suffer them, forever or even at all necessarily. even the most loving, stable and healthy environment isn’t without painful experiences, and none of us reach adulthood without a few scars, but with the right support we learn to heal our wounds and build new connections and internal pathways. it’s very natural to worry about the impact we may have on our loved ones, especially so with children, but all we can do is our best, and guilting ourselves over what we may be doing wrong is likely not much help in the grand scheme of things. what matters the most is that we show up, try our best, and seek out support where we need it.

#interceptions in astrology #intercepted signs #interception #duplication #duplicated signs #duplications in astrology #astrology blog #astrology #pallastrology

[multdivideaiphoto]

Prompt: A photo of a man with two heads. He is wearing hiking boots and overalls. He is in his twenties, chopping wood with an axe in a forest

#identical #copy #bing ai image generator #duplication #boots #conjoined #male merge

[doctorwalrider]

DUPLICATION!

#vlad plasmius #bitter reunions #nickelodeon #danny phantom #danny fenton #half kid half ghost #butch hartman #ectoplasm #ectoblast #duplication

[tiramegtoons]

“OH COME ON NOW, TELL ME.” “WHAT IS IT?”

“It’s not that important.” “AWW, IS SOMEONE FEELING A BIT SHY~?” “Would you just-! ”

“Okay- okay, f i n e.”

#... #fdsgkfdhsffvgsdfadjb #ill just pretend i didnt make this and go on with my life #The snatcher #the snatcher ahit #snatcher x self ship #duplication #you can't take me back to jail i got a birthday pass #tw suggestive #the duality of Snatcher #mwa! #goodnight everybody

[redreasoning]

So I have been missing a new sketchbook that I got from my metamor as a holiday gift. Since my current Sketchbook is almost done, I decided to get one while I was there.

…

NOW TELL ME WHY IS IT THE ONE I COULDNT FIND SHOWS UP!?!

#sketchbook #art #artillustration #duplication #commissionsopen #commission #original character

[libertea-and-icedcoffee]

glitch

#glitch #duplication #car #cars

[agentianlegend]

DP Writing Prompt: Duplication

Danny discovers that anything he’s holding when he duplicates remains duplicated as long as he isn’t holding it when he recombines.

#danny phantom #dp #dp writing prompt #dp au #my post #duplication #clones #writing prompt

[multiplicationdivision]

Procrastinator’s Delight

“I have so much shit to do bro” Robbie whined, planting himself down by his buddy, Omar. The man was as oddly comfy as ever, thick sweatshirt and oven physiology. Like a personal toasty pillow.

“Aw is the little baby crying because he hasn’t done his job all week” Omar pouted at him, no sympathy in his eyes. It was true if not a little rude. Not like the guy had any room to talk, he and Omar had been doing jack shit together all week.

“Work sucks man. It just me out there and its fucking back breaking. Screw me for not wanting to pour concrete and weld rebar in the middle of hell’s asshole”.

“There are other jobs you know. Could come work for me”

Yeah, like that was a good idea. Omar was ruthlessly bad at his “business ventures”. The man found money somehow, but the beginning and end of his schemes were always suspicious. Lucrative maybe, but a bit too risky for his take.

“Nah I’m cool my guy. Appreciate it honestly, but I just want to complain about this shit.”, Robbie buried himself in his best friend’s thick hoodie, trying to escape reality. Maybe he shouldn’t have slacked off so much this week.

“Well dread later dipshit, I actually wanted to watch my movie, not an hour-long fest on the failures of responsibility”

“Sorry, its just I literally can’t do everything I need to do”, Robbie tried complaining again, fueled by his actual anxiety and the need to fuck with his friend.

“Yeah yeah, pay attention. Important X-men shit going on in the screen right now. Are your problems bigger than wolverine’s abs? Unlikely”

“Wolverine doesn’t need to operate a four-wheeler whilst curing a foot of concrete at the same time as lying my ass off to my boss in a day. Wish I had like two of me”

That last part of his complaint shook Omar. Shook him in the way that only weird suspicious ventures Omar could be shaken.

Robbie knew he would need to full on pester the man.

“You got time in your schedule to help out good buddy?” he demanded to an Omar decidedly not looking at him. It was the face of a man he could crack, subtly twitching.

“Nah, you know I’m not fit for heavy labor like that.” Omar said again, face trained to not break. It was far too stiff, a perfect sign. Robbie could always count on his living get-out-of-jail-free card.

��Yeah, I figured not. What shit do you really have for your suffering pal, Omar”

Omar gave up immediately with a long-defeated sigh, because the two always did that. Too much codependency ran through these two for them not to give in immediately. Unhealthy probably, as all codependency was, but useful at times like this.

He turned his head to face Robbie directly in the eyes, serious brown eyes to Robbie’s own desperate pair.

“You have to promise me you won’t go crazy”

“So you just point that thing at me?” Robbie said, hesitant of Omar’s strange remote. Just looked like any normal remote, for a tv or something.

Omar nodded, switching on a power button on the side of the device. A light on the top of it flickered blue, in a way that was expected for a remote. All signs pointed to this being a prank, but Robbie trusted this man and his bullshit with his life.

“So what does it do anyways. Would be more reassuring to know if its going to drug me or hyper caffeinate me. Probably wouldn’t help with the job shit you know” he asked hesitantly, watching as Omar mimed firing the remote like a gun.

“Definitely not a gun. Trust me.”, he said, pointing with one eye closed as he aimed. The blue light flickered on and off weakly.

A part of Robbie really hoped this was a prank. He should probably stop being so reliant on his friend and his weird garbage.

“Ready?” Omar asked, finger on whatever button would start this shit. Poised to likely disintegrate him. That would be one way of getting out of work

Robbie inhaled slowly and untensed himself.

“Ready”

Some part of Robbie expected a blast or a boom of some sort. An earthshaking sound to accompany his anxiety.

Instead, he got a light thump on the ground beside him.

He turned his head.

A man stood there.

He was Hispanic, with a light stubble. A short haircut and a ball cap. A cheap shirt just like the one he’d put on earlier today. A pair of joggers that still had a stain from his morning, not as cleaned off as he’d thought he’d gotten.

An absolute mirror, but not exactly. This man seemed like he’d popped just out of thin air and appeared unbalanced from the slight drop. Robbie reached out to steady him as if it was second nature.

The mirror smiled at him and he felt himself smile in turn.

Two Robbies turned to Omar with absolute elated joy.

“HOLY SHIT OMAR”

“HOLY SHIT OMAR”

The two Robbies got dressed as Omar snored on the couch.

They’d been lucky they’d had two clean company jackets. Whatever technology was put into their make was all that kept them from baking in the sun. They would be spending ages in the sun today.

Robbie tossed a pair of sneakers to his double as the other tossed him some socks in turn. This whole morning and all of last night had felt like that. Robbie would toss a couple eggs in the pan as his better half would put on the coffee.

It was addicting existing like this.

Even last night had been spectacular. Twin Robbies gaming together whilst Omar randomly cheered either on. Stalemates all throughout the night, escalating from video games to trivia to rock paper scissors. Omar ate the ridiculousness of their synchrony up, cackling at every little shtick they did.

Man had tuckered himself out. They’d already premade his breakfast, leaving it on the table and setting an alarm. The guy needed some schedule and real food.

“You ready to go Robbie?” he asked out to his grinning double, the guy shirking on his jacket with excitement.

“All ready Robbie! You got what we need?” he said, nodding his head towards the remote lying on the table. Omar had made him promise not to go crazy.

Robbie snatched it up.

He wouldn’t go crazy.

There were five Robbies and counting at the work site today.

Five Robbies not counting the few that had disappeared in pairs to whatever private corners they could find. Robbie was nothing if not efficient in his ways of getting off.

Robbie liked to think he was Robbie Prime here in this little group, distinguished by his slightly differing sneakers part from the other group. That and the fact that he wasn’t wearing a hard hat. He didn’t need to, as he had been on lying duty.

It took some damn bodies to get together a week’s worth of work before his boss could storm into the site on his Monday check of the place, but it had been done. Rocks had been moved and concrete had been set enough for it to have looked dried.

Whenever a Robbie got slightly overwhelmed by his task, it was easy to get a spotter. Just a type of a remote and a new Robbie was up for the work, diverging straight from his maker.

Robbie “Prime” was pretty sure he wasn’t the original, as that guy seemed to be busy with another Robbie somewhere in one of their porta potties. Robbie “Prime” was happy to pick up the title though, as he was basically the same man.

Hell, he’d even handled the whole call from Omar, panicked about how he knew Robbie took the remote. As a response, they’d calmly taken a picture of their little group to send to the guy. It hadn’t calmed him down, but Robbie(s) thought it was funny.

Objectively, 10 of a guy was maybe too much but that was quitters talk.

It felt addictive popping a new him out of the air, knowing they’d share the same energy as he did. Robbie “Prime” for example had just done so again, two Robbie “Primes” wrestling each other for the original position. All in good fun of course.

Eventually they’d run out of stuff to do that was real work in this place. Fortunately, the break room was fit for a crew of at least twenty and they were barely at fifteen. They had plans in order since they’d seen what that remote could do and Robbie giving quickies to each other was only the beginning.

Omar would understand when he tried the remote out too.

Image sourced from @brawnyai_backup on Instagram. Really recommend their AI photos. Don’t think they intended on making so many cloned photos, but I can definitely appreciate that AI quirk.

#identical #copy #clones #male tf #object caused tf #replication #duplication #selfcest #implied sex

[icy-watch]

The MK graffiti at the top of the sign

I wonder if Pigsy knows it's there.

#liveblogging #lego monkie kid #season 1 #episode 2 #duplication #lmk s01e02