actually fuck it
Spectra is the most evil character in Danny Phantom.
"But Michael," I hear you say. "what about Vlad or Dan or-"
*incorrect buzzer sound effect*
Don't get me wrong here, Dan is a fucking monster in TUE (AGIT did walk this back a little, but I mean... you know), and Vladdie has his moments, but most of their bullshit boils down to them being a traumatized and/or pathetic wet cat of a man.
There is something so much more insidious about Spectra.
To call Spectra a wolf in sheep's clothing is doing a disservice to how truly horrifying her tactics are. Spectra is more like if the wolf knocked on the shepherd's door claiming to be a sheepdog.
She is not a wolf among the sheep.
She is here to help the sheep.
Her sharp teeth and cunning mind will keep them safe.
And then the sheep start to disappear.
There is no villain more devious and vile than one which tricks their victims into believing they are their saviour, and Spectra is very, very good at that.
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I literally love silence. I love not to talk to anyone unless it's necessary. Like just shhhhh, no noise just vibes.
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just read the most sugucoded poem ever i’m lying on the floor like a sad gutted fish </3
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I do be kinda bonkers nutso over RnS and I lobe poetry so..... RNS POETRY BASED OFF OF THE LAST CHAPTER AND FROM HELSKNIGHTS POV!!! (Plus a helsknight Doodle)
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Through flesh thine dagger breaks.
I mustn't flinch in the face of pain.
For I know my friend may cause death.
You hath protected yourself in panic.
I wonder what you had been put through.
For I know that the harm is not from our world.
The dagger back in your hands.
I send you to prevent rust.
For I know you don't want to, you must.
Pouding radiates through the house.
I rush in to more panic.
For I know you need help.
Wrapped in my shadow of strength.
I let you rest.
For I know that later, you must recall the pain.
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it's
rhythmic -
car alarms,
sirens.
everything comes
in waves.
the silence,
too.
it comes in waves.
except sometimes it stretches
and the wave is so large, so monstrously large
the sound of nothing begins to vibrate and shake and pierce and claw and you start to wonder if there's an end to the empty a break in the unbreaking and then it stops.
-
-
-
suddenly it stops.
and it ebbs.
and flows.
car alarms.
sirens.
silence.
in waves.
always in waves,
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Kip Thorne is still a rockstar to me btw I think he should be allowed to make bad poetry forever
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Done with my third semester of grad school!
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We are echoes in a cave, trying to love the frequency of our own noise... but have no idea where it comes from.
Rudy Francisco, Hide and seek.
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Issue 1 isn’t going to be done for October 1st as I’d hoped. I’m now aiming for an October 31st release (so spooky) which would make, say, October 20th the “turn in” deadline.
No matter what, Issue 1 will happen, even if it’s a lite issue, before the end of 2023. Maybe issue 1 becomes “Issue 0” as a Proof of Concept? I dunno, but it 100% will happen even if it kills me.
FANE still needs/wants you, now more than ever. Please check out the pinned FANE Master Post, and if any of it speaks to you, get involved. I need enthusiastic people willing to write about great art just as much as I need the art itself. You don’t have to have a degree in Journalism… just write honestly about the relevant things you enjoy, and don’t worry about technical articulation or mimicking “professional” reviews (Imagine how wild reviews from an individual with Synesthesia could be… discussing the colors they see and the flavors they taste of the music they’re listening to?).
Stay safe out there and make all the “dangerous” art you can.
-Rob
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White Noise
My bedroom fan. Such a deep whirring, reminiscent to old vacations. When I close my eyes, I imagine myself. Alone. Wandering on a cool night at the beach. The breeze feathers through my hair, my feet sink into the wet sand, and I realize I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. Though, none of it’s real. Does it all have to be fake for me to be happy? My mind says, then wanders off to sleep.
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Hi, my name is Dimi im a 23 yr old cryptid artist, based in Sofia, Bulgaria. I'll try reviving tumblr (at least for myself) and push my art here- my main focus is abstract expressionism on canvas, as well as collages. I am mainly inspired by my own experiences, emotions and the lack of understanding them, music, industrial, noise, experimental and braindead literature and occultism. I draw a lot of inspiration from chaos magick, thelema and Kabbalah.
I believe I have a lot more to describe about me and my work but I'm posting this as I'm falling asleep so maybe next time.🤍🩵🤍🎀⚡️🎀🦢
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