#and also eldritch abominations from another reality.

[being-of-rain]

I just adore how in 1980, Doctor Who said “you know vampires? They’re real and they’re the ancient enemy of the Time Lords,” and Dr Who fans/authors have been like “Fuck Yeah they are” ever since. 10/10. It’s so unnecessary if you think about it but we’re all so here for it.

#Doctor Who is large and weird but I'm proud of it for working together to find the coolest thing to do with vampires #Just make them a thing and also a vital part of the show's core lore #and also eldritch abominations from another reality. #Doctor Who #my posts #sorry I've been looking into Vampire The Masquerade the last few days and this is where my mind is going jslkdjflsf #I'm currently relistening to the Forge Project trilogy of audios #and I desperately need to reread Vampire Science

[omarwolaeth]

Sometimes I think about how the natural energies might not have been as clean cutting as we're lead to believe, and how Yuuya and Yuzu might not be the only split-soul existences, entirely because of a blast radius that neither Ray nor Leo knew about if the En cards ever went off.

#marwospeaking #Imagine hiding under an overhang of rubble. finally safe from Z-Arc perceiving you as being there and a target for his wrath #and some other pro duellist with confidence bigger than the solar system activates four man-made eldritch abominations in the shape of card #to end the eldritch abomination that is 1 part human to 4 parts dragon. and it also ends you because you just happened to be within range #would you have the Ray issue of only being a spirit? or the Zarc problem of your pieces are at each other's throats because their monsters #said so? do you have either problem or neither - and if neither. do you still exist in those pieces or are they unable to recall anything.. #..of you? would they ever be able to figure out why their faces are identical if they ever met? #or even if you were a result of this. how do you live knowing you weren't meant to exist all because your original form got caught in.. #.. something that never should've involved in - the price was Ray and Zarc. and never them. but they ended up as part of the payment anyway #can you even claim anything of that? Leo Akaba would probably deny you that because it would free him of the responsibility that #his cards killed someone wholly innocent because they were too close to the cards. because then it frees him of a guilt he can't #cure by bringing 6 existences back that only ever existed in this new world. how would you feel if you were part of academia only.. #.. to realise your death and creation can be squarely blamed on Leo Akaba for creating the murder weapon in its four pieces.. #..and it was never meant to be used on you but it was anyway. without anyone realising it until it's far too late. 14 years too late #14 years and another instance of reality too late #whoops! ended up rambling. anyway this is Taking Up Space In My Brain #arc v

[arizcross]

Summoning the High King

“Are you sure it’s the only way, Zatanna?” A worried John asks from his seat at the round table inside the meeting room of the Justice League’s satellite watchtower.

The wall-like window that faces the open space in front of them allowing them to see numerous space ships ready to invade Earth right outside. Usually, JLD does not meddle with space but this time the weekly random evil alien dictator decided to also use fucking ancient magic from who-knows-fucking-where to strengthen their troops! So, now Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Zatanna and John have to find a way to fight back, and Zatanna did find a way to fightback, well, little Timmy Hunter did, but hot hell he wished the kid didn’t.

“According to Timothy, it’s the only way.” Zatanna answers.

“Ugh, great, just what I needed.” John complains as he ruffles his hair in frustration. “Another eldritch abomination to own a favor to.”

“How fast can you summon this High King of the Infinite Realms?” Batman questions.

“Timothy is looking for the summoning’s ingredients, as soon as he arrives, we will begin the summoning.” Zatanna responds.

“Where in bloody-dammed-hell did the kid found the book to summon the gods-forsaken-King of the Infinite Realms?!” John exclaims as he lights another cigarette between his lips.

“Apparently the Queene herself gave it to him.” Zatanna informs. “It seems that the book our weekly villain used to magically strengthen his army is one of a set of three.”

“Where is the third one?” Superman asks.

Zatanna shakes her head in negation as she answers. “According to what Timothy told me, these books were separated thousand of years ago to keep them away from the wrong hands. The first tome was thrown to the void of space inside a prison of perpetual ice, or at least what they thought was perpetual ice, the second one was given to the fae, for they were of the few that comprehended the dangers of using these books, and the third one was given to the Ancients.”

“The Ancients?” Batman questions. Where have I heard that before?

“Embodiments of the very same concepts that give form to all of reality, like Destiny, Death, Time, Hope, the rulers and guardians of these very same concepts.” John is the one who answers this time. He is looking at the ceiling as he gives a drag to his cig, then he slowly exhales the smoke and continues. “The OG primordials, older than any god or known divinity in this modern times.”

“I have heard stories.” Wonder Woman interjects. “It is said that even Uranus, and later Chronos, had to pay his respects to a being known as the Master of all Time, and that Pandora was not what the old tales say.”

“Correct.” John nods from his seat, too tired to give any more shits until the start of the summoning.

“And we are going to summon something that even those Ancients think it’s dangerous?” Superman asks.

“Bullocks, right?” John responds with a manic, sarcastic smile.

It is in that moment that the mechanic sliding door opens up, allowing Flash to walk into the room.

“So, uhm, there’s this Harry Potter look alike that just popped up into existence in the lobby looking for Zatanna?” Flash informs as he points behind himself with his thumbs.

“That’s our boy.” John says as he stands up and starts walking towards the only physical door in the room, the other occupants of the room following him.

When they arrive to the lobby there is a young man with messy pitch-black hair and equally black eyes, he is wearing a black turtle neck, a burgundy sweater over that, black jeans and black sneakers, on his left shoulder is hooked al old military green backpack.

“Timothy.” Zatanna calls before giving him a hug.

“Zatanna, so good to see you.” He says as he returns the hug. “Constantine.” The young man directs to the only blonde in the room.

“Timmy.” John nods in acknowledgement.

“Welcome to the Watchtower, Timothy Hunter.” Wonder Woman greets.

“Thank you for helping us.” Superman adds.

“Well, when it comes to weird, ancient magic, I’m your guy.” Timothy says as he shakes hands with each of the big three.

“So, Timmy, what’s in the bag?” Jonh asks as he eyes Timothy’s backpack, knowing very well that whatever is inside will be for the summoning.

“Actually, I’ll just show you guys because you’re not going to believe it.” Timothy says as he proceeds to open his backpack and proceeds to take out the summoning ingredients and make them float in front of everyone.

A red apple, the crunchy kind, a turkey and Swiss cheese sandwich, a black coffee, hot, and a granola bar with choco-chips.

“Why are you showing us your breakfast?” John asks with bewilderment.

“That’s the thing!” Timothy exclaims back as he also pulls out from his backpack an ominous looking, glowing, Lazarus green book. “This is what the book says it’s necessary to summon the High King of the Infinite Realms!” He adds as he opens the book in the page with the instructions for the summoning. “Take a look yourself!”

And Constantine does. John snatches away the book from the younger’s grasp and starts to read the list of ingredients.

1 Red Apple, the crunchy kind.

A sandwich, any sandwich, but if you can get turkey and Swiss cheese, that would be the best.

A granola bar with choco-chips, no coconut.

1 large black coffee, piping hot, four shots of espresso and ten of sugar.

“Bloody fuck?!”

“I know, right?! And when I asked mother what was that about, she only giggled her little giggle and said: The king surely is an amusing one.” Timothy says with fake, high-pitched voice.

“You know? The fact that the Queen of Tír na nÓg herself thinks that the being we are about to summon is amusing just makes it sound even more ominous to me.” Zatanna says as she takes the book from Constantine’s hands and reads the list of ingredients as well.

Superman, Wonder Woman and Flash are looking at the three sorcerers with curiosity while Batman is looking at the ingredients for the summoning with interest.

“Whatever! Let’s wrap this mess up so I can fuck off away!” John huffs as he starts to walk away towards the conference room where they were going to perform the summoning.

The conference room is empty and the chairs and table were moved away to give enough space to perform the summoning and to not get hit by stray, flying furniture. The glass-wall still showing the magically mutated alien troops waiting out in open space for orders to invade the Earth.

John, Zatanna and Timothy are drawing the summoning circle on the floor with some chalk when Flash, who tagged along to see cool witchcraft, asks:

“One question, why do we need this specific dude to fight back?”

“The spell used to magically mutate these aliens is very specific.” Zatanna starts to explain. “To begin with, its base is ecto-energetic, ergo, what we need to deal with our current problem is obviously to summon the one who rules over all ecto-based things and beings.”

“Ecto…?” Flash mumbles in confusion.

“The thing ghosts are made of.” Batman helpfully adds, which gains him the attention of all the occupants in the room.

“Since when do you know about ghost stuff?” Superman asks.

“There is one in Gotham.” Batman adds.

“There is a ghost in Gotham?!” Superman exclaims.

“And when were you going to tell us?” Wonder Woman inquires.

“I have it under control.” Batman continues. “He is not a hostile.”

“Why is there an active ghost in Gotham?” Timothy questions.

“He is investigating the curse over the city.” Batman answers.

“Ha-ha! Poor bastard.” John laughs at the thought of the poor ghost dealing with that curse. The curse over Gotham is thicker and dirtier than a hundred-thousand layers of slimy grime. Constantine can feel Batsy’s glare on his nape but he doesn’t give a shit about it.

“There we go, summoning circle finished.” Zatanna states as the three sorcerers proceed to take place to start the ritual. Wonder Woman, Flash, Batman and Superman walking away while Timothy places the summoning ingredients by the middle of the circle.

The three sorcerers place themselves evenly by the external circle of the summoning drawing, extending their arms towards each other. First, a Lazarus green electric current flows between them and along the lines of the summoning circle. All of the watchtower’s lights flicker ominously.

“I’m starting to think that doing a mystical, magical summoning inside a satellite in open space is a very bad idea.” Flash says as the white lights of the watchtower turn a disgusting grimy green color, the temperature dropping, and dropping, and dropping so quick that in mere seconds everyone in the room is making small hot breath clouds.

“They have not uttered a single word and the atmosphere is already like this.” Wonder Woman musters in incredulity as she watches the sorcerers’ work.

The ingredients for the summoning once again levitate, a Lazarus green sheen covering them ominously.

“Relur etinifin ho eeht llac ew.” Timothy chants. “Aelp ruo raeh.”

The lights flicker some more and then completely burst, the only light in the room becoming the sickening Lazarus green emanating from the summoning circle. The electric current has turned into a slimy thingy while Constantine, Zatanna and Timothy have started to float, each of their bodies in perfect T position as their eyes and mouths are wide open and emanating the very same Lazarus green fulgor as the summoning circle. Then, the same sickening toxic green slime stars to pour out of the sorcerers’ mouths and eyes, falling onto the summoning circle where along with the slime bleeding out form circle it starts to crawl towards the center of it, where the breakfast menu is placed.

“Ugh, I think I’m gonna puke.” Flash mutters as he feels his stomach twist in disgust at the sight of the three sorcerers basically barfing Lazarus water.

Zatanna, Timothy and Constantine seem to have finished vomiting slime when a vicious wind starts to blow inside the room and around the summoning circle, making the Lazarus looking slime twist inside the circle as it consumes the breakfast menu and dissolves it within itself before turning into a shiny green ball. The antinatural tornado then turns thinner as it centers in the middle of the summoning circle, shaping the Lazarus green slime into a ball as big as a basketball, then the wind dies down and the ball starts to pulsate, the vibration kinda like a low bass reverberating withing the very soul of every individual inside the room, as if the air itself was shaking in fear of what is to come.

The Lazarus green slime ball beats twice and it starts to elongate.

It beats twice more and five protuberances start to form from the torso like shape.

As the ball keeps beating like a strange and disgusting heart, the protuberances begin to take shape; two arms, two legs, a head…

All of a sudden, the toxic Lazarus green light dies down. Zatanna, Timothy and Constantine falling onto the floor and then the damn summoning circle floods everything in a blinding white light.

When the light dies down the conference room’s temperature is below 0° and where the summoning circle used to be is now standing a white cloaked figure, the cloak is white yet it glows Lazarus green and it’s formed by what seemed to be hundreds of thousands of ethereal petal shaped fabric that perpetually flows downside, the hood of the cloak hides its face from view. A top of the High King’s head floats a twisted, wicked looking crown, ice black in color and toxic Lazarus green in glow.

As the High King only stands, immobile and uncaring, Constatine, Zatanna and Timothy begin to regain consciousness but the instant they see the High King their eyes open so wide in both fright and surprise that the three of them teleported right to where Flask, Batman, Wonder Woman and Superman where standing.

“The bloody breakfast menu worked?!” Constantine exclaims in disbelieve.

It is then that the High King moves, it’s head turning to where the seven heroes are standing, allowing them to see two bright, toxic green orbs floating in a void darker than space itself.

“Who calls upon myself?”

Says – growls – a guttural, dark voice, as if a death metal lead singer was reading poetry. The room vibrating like a leave with a breeze at the deep tone.

It is Timothy Hunter who once again takes the lead. “Infinite Ruler.” The young man greets as he properly bows towards the High King. “It has been us, punny mortal souls, that have dared summon your presence.”

“Mortal souls?” The High King scoffs in disbelieve. “You dare take me for a fool, Child of Titania?”

The room shakes at the booming, dark growl that leaves the High Kings void of a face.

“We don’t have time for this.” Batman mumbles and then steps forward, shielding Timothy from the view of the High King. “Your majesty, with all due respect but the fact that we summoned you will not change, so you still have to grand us our request.”

Silence reigns within the room for exactly three very tense seconds when…

“Mr. B? What are you doing with a bunch of sorcerers?” Questions the High King, his voice completely changing form dark and guttural to a smooth baritone with a slight Midwest accent that Batman quickly recognizes.

“Phantom.” Batman says and, oh, someone is in trouble, for the bat has used his slightly annoyed tone that means that he recognizes who he is but he didn’t know he was going to be here.

“W-Wait! I can explain, sir!” The High King, Phantom, stutters as he pulls down the hood from his head and takes away the cloak, twisting it away along with the black crown into a void of inexistence.

Everyone is slightly surprised at the High King’s actual appearance. Before them floats a young man, about twenty years old, as tall as Kon-El, lithe like a swimmer, with weird flowy white hair that reminded of a dense mist and bright, oh so bright, toxic Lazarus green eyes that perfectly match his pale, pale, pale skin. He is wearing something akin to a personalized hazmat suit, mainly black, the top has some white lines that went from around the white turtle neck flowing down towards his forearms where the white lines turned into white gloves, covering his feet are a pair of white boots that do not touch the ground. All of him is radiating a soft Lazarus green hue.

“Later, Phantom, there are more pressing matters to attend right now.” Batman says as he rises the palm of his hand to stop Phantom from rambling anymore.

“Oh, yeah, the reason you guys summoned me.” The entity says as he stops midair to later follow Batman to the window/wall of the room to show him the thousand alien troops about to invade Earth. “Ancients, that does look like a very serious problem.” Phantom comments. “I can feel ecto from them, why?”

“Their leader found a forbidden magical book that he used to enhance his army’s strength with ecto-based magic.” Batman explains.

“Rude.” Phantom mumbles. “Yeah, alright, I can deal with it, but I want the book used for that in exchange.” The entity says to Batman.

“Fair enough.” Batman agrees and then they shake hands.

While all of the above is happening, the other six individuals in the room are watching with open mouths and eyes the exchange between the bat and the ghost.

“Alright.” Phantom nods and then turns towards the other six heroes in the room. “Hey, shattered soul blondie, you and I will have a chat when this is done, alright. And no, it’s not a question nor optional.” He says while pointing at Constantine.

John shakily nods his head, eyes wide open.

“You should warn your allies I’m gonna be the one outside.” Phantom says with light tone. “I don’t want the JL and associates to think of me as a hostile.”

“Flash.” Wonder Woman says to the speeder, who in return only nods his head once and then exits the room, his super-speed not even allowing a blur to form.

A loud, red alarm then screams inside the watchtower, the voice of Flash warning all individuals in the watchtower that the High King of the Infinite Realms is an ally and that he is about to perform an attack against the enemy’s forces.

“You may proceed.” Batman says to the ghost.

“Sir, yes sir.” The white-haired entity mock salutes and then pops out of view.

Right after High King Phantom popped out of view inside the building a bright halo of light opened a portal right in front of the waiting alien troops out in open space. The eerie Lazarus green glow that surrounds Phantom making him look like an ominous star against the pitch-black void that is space, he is full royal attire again, the white, flowing white cape the reminds of petals covering him from head to toe and beyond, and the wicked black crown floating on top of his head, his eyes once again looking like toxic Lazarus green fires burning in the void that is now his face.

He rises one of his white gloved hands, opens up his palm and…

BEGONE

He says in something ancient yet strangely familiar, a language that reverberates inside every single of the individuals that heard it. A primal fear settling in the gut of every being inside the watchtower, making goosebumps bloom on their skins, even Superman and Wonder Woman feel the cold of fear and death flood their souls at the command of the High King of the Infinite Realms.

A void of toxic Lazarus green then pulls in the enemies’ troops, like a vacuum, making them disappear inside of the open palm of the young-looking eldritch king. In less than five seconds the whole army was gone, even the mother ship is gone, the only remaining thing is a neon purple glowing, ominous looking book that Phantom takes and puts inside his chest. Not inside a pocket on his chest, not inside his ethereal fancy cloak, no, he puts the ominous book right inside his chest.   

“Did you know he could do that?” Superman asks Batman as he rubs on top of his own chest.

“The vacuum thing? No. That he puts things inside his body? Yes.” Batman answers while outside the watchtower Phantom pops out of view…

Only to re-appear inside the room not even a blink later. “There, all done!” The ghost says with a satisfied smile on his pale lips. The cloak and crown once again out of view. “Anything else you need from me, Mr. B?”

“A whole report on all of your powers and abilities on my desk by tomorrow morning.” Batman immediately responds.

“But that will take me the whole night!” Phantom complains.

“Then I suggest you to begin right away.” Batman says.

“We thank you, King Phantom.” Wonder Woman says as she appears by Batman’s left side.

“Are you sure you only want the book?” Superman adds as he appears by Batman’s right side.

“Yes, the book will be enough sir, oh, and don’t worry, I solemnly swear I won’t use it for evil.” Phantom answers as he crosses a finger over where a human heart is supposed to be.

“How can we trust you?” Zatanna inquires, arms crossed over her chest.

“I advocate for him.” Batman says.

Everyone in the room turns to look at Batman like he has suddenly grown another head.

“Alright, that’s it!” John exclaims. “What is your relationship?! How the fuck do you two know each other?! And don’t you dare tell me the he is just investigating Gotham’s curse thing!”

“But I do am investigating Gotham’s curse.” Phantom mumbles.

“You will have to excuse me, King Phantom, but The Batman advocating for you speaks of something deeper in your relationship.” Timothy says as he joins the conversation.

“Oh, well…” Phantom does not finish his sentence, instead his worriedly side glances to Batman, clearly asking for either permission or further instructions on what to do. Batman notices Phantom looking at him and then just nods, finally giving permission for the young man-ghost to speak his truth, Phantom visibly relaxes. “Thank ancients.” He sighs. “Ahem, besides investigating the curse over the city I also aid Red Hood with stuff related to his haunt.”

“Haunt?” Wonder Woman questions.

“Like his territory? You mean Park Row?” Superman adds.

“I’m pretty sure it’s called Crime Alley but yeah, exactly!” Phantom finger-guns them with a big smile on his face. “Also, since Gotham is one the cities with most murders and assassinations in the U.S.A. there are a lot of lost ghosts that need some guidance to cross to the other side, that’s when I come in. I mean, as King of ghost I have to take care of them.”

“And you do this in the whole world?” Superman asks, feeling a sense of kindredness with the being.

“Yeah… I mean, not always; Lady Death and her reapers do most of the heavy lifting but sometimes I move around.” Phantom says while shrugging his shoulders.

“It doesn’t change the fact that you are doing something very noble, King Phantom.” Wonder Woman says.

“T-Thank you, ma’am.” The ghost blushes bright green. “Oh, that reminds me, you!” Phantom then points accusingly towards Constantine. “Are you John Constantine?”

“Why do you care?” John defiantly, a brand-new cig between his lips. He is too nervous to not have a cig between his lips, dammit!

“Dude! I’ve looking for you for years!” The ghost exclaims. “Excuse me, Mr. B, is there an empty office or something where I can speak to him in private?”

“Sorry, your majesty, but if you want to speak to John it will have to be here.” Zatanna quickly interjects, her tone making clear that it was not negotiable.

“What she said.” Constantine obviously followed Zatanna’s lead. Like hell he was gonna be alone in a room with what is basically The God of all Eldritchs and Supernaturals.

Phantom looks at Zatanna with his big, toxic Lazarus green eyes, then he looks at John, finally he shrugs his shoulders again, like saying Alright pal, if you want an actual adult with you in the room, I get it. “In that case…” Phantom starts and then he opens a miny portal in mid-air, he just did a motion up with his pointing finger, a slight finger gun and bah-bam! He opens an interdimensional portal as easily as blinking. From said mini portal Phantom pulls out a small ball, as big as the fist of a child, it is bright and glowing in rainbow. It’s beautiful.

“I-Is that…” Timothy babbles at the sight of what the other in the room assumed was a sort of energy ball.

“You have sharp eyes.” Phantom says to Timothy.

“What is that?” Zatanna asks in wonder.

“A soul.” Phantom answers with tenderness. Everyone in the room gasps in surprise… except Constantine. “Well, more like seventy percent of a soul… John Constantine’s soul.”

Everyone in the room turns to the blonde, their gazes demanding answers. “H-How…?” Constantine manages to mumble as he takes a step back, his cigarette falling from his lips.

“When I started my king training thingy, the first thing I did was to clear de desk from all the paperwork the previous king ignored. One third of said paperwork was about a sorcerer that was selling pieces of his soul left and right like it was effing candy! I was not gonna deal with that so I asked how I could clear it out and the answer was actually quite simple: To neutralize the contracts all I had to do was to get back the pieces of the soul and give it back to its still living mortal recipient. So, I asked for the soul pieces as welcome to being a King gifts and ta-dah!” Phantom explains and does jazz hands at the soul floating in the middle of the group. “So, here, take what is yours, oh, and next time you don’t want to end up with cancer what about, uhm, I don’t know, STOP SMOKING MAN!” The green-eyed entity exclaims as he pushes the ball inside of Constantine’s body. “Oh, and since you still need your powers I offer myself as your new patron.”

The small ball of light goes right into John without any type of resistance yet John walks back like trying to avoid it but the ball still got into him. Constantine palms at his chest and stomach area, his clear blue eyes so wide they look about to pop out from his face, his breathing heavy, elaborated. He might be having a slight panic attack.

“Why?” John manages say, his tone small, full of doubt and fear.

“Firstly, to make a third of my paperwork disappear.” Phantom answers. “Like for real, it literally vanished. And second, because a soul is something precious, you shouldn’t be using it like pocket money, dude.” The ghost chastises. “I mean, to me it feels like the right thing to do.”

John looks at Phantom like he is the most bizarre thing he has ever encountered in his life; the blonde cannot just comprehend… why? Why? wHy? Just because it was easier that way? Because it was the right thing to do? WhAt?! Constantine is flaggerblasted, he cannot compute, he… he needs to get out of there.

The blonde sorcerer stumbles back, as far away from Phamton as possible and while still looking at the ghost with wide, confused eyes he snaps his fingers, teleporting away once again, running away into the safe shadows.

“Did I do something wrong?” Phantom asks Zatanna.

“No, he is just… he just doesn’t understand why someone would help him without expecting anything in return.” Zatanna explains as she looks mournfully in the direction where Constantine vanished.

“Oh… right, the equivalent exchange thing sorcerers do.” Phamton realizes.

“Yes, that too.” Zatanna sighs, then she squares her shoulders as she takes a deep breath. “Thank you, your majesty, for what you did for John. I’ll try to keep him in the right track.”

“You do you, lady.” Phamton responds. “Once he calms tell him to contact me, I meant the part about being his new patron.”

“Understood. If that is everything, I’ll take my leave.” Zatanna says as she looks at Batman, Wonder Woman and Superman. “My report will also be tomorrow morning on your desk, Batman.” She jokes. “Let’s go Timmy.”

“It was a pleasure your majesty, everyone.” The young sorcerer says as good bye before he and Zatanna vanish away in the shadows just like Constantine had done a moment ago.

“Can I leave too? Apparently, I have a report to redact for tomorrow.” Phantom deadpans in Batman’s direction.

Wonder Woman and Superman laugh at that. “We are no one to retain you, King Phantom. You have already fulfilled our request and also gotten your payment, there is no reason for you to remain with us.” Wonder Woman says.

“Cool. Oh, and don’t worry guys, if you ever have any other ghostly problem just ask Mr. B for my number.” Phantom reveals even more delicate information about him and Batman. “Buh-bye~.”

And just like that the endearing Eldritch God like entity vanishes within himself.

“Now, for real, what’s your relationship with the very obviously middle-west young man?” Clark asks Bruce as he crosses his arms over his chest.

Bruce turns to his friends and decides to have some fun. “He is Jason’s boyfriend.” He drops the bomb, making both Diana and Clark open their mouths and eyes wide open in surprise. “He arrived at Gotham about four years ago to study Aerospace Engineering at G.U. Jason met him during patrol, as Red Hood, apparently the instinctual and proper way for ghosts to greet each other is by fighting so Jason basically jumped on him like a rabid dog, Phantom’s words, and that’s that.”

“Jason’s a ghost?” Clarks asks with worry; he knows how much that thing with Jason affects Bruce.

“A type of Half-a-ghost… apparently whatever revived him it did not do a good job at it. Phantom has helped him, us, to adjust.” Bruce reveals. To heal. It was left unsaid but Clark and Diana heard it loud and clear.

“Oh, Bruce.” Diana mumbles with a relieved smile as she hugs her friend.

“And then along the way they fell in love?” Clark guesses as Diana stops hugging Bruce.

“It was a really entertaining soap opera.” Bruce admits.

“Like father, like son.” Diana adds, a shark like smile on her face.

Bruce just grumbles at the joke.

“And when it’s the wedding?” Clark questions, his tone clearly a joking one, forgetting that The Batman never jokes when it comes to his children.

“This December, on the twentieth-first.” Bruce says as he hands both Clark and Diana wedding invitations. “Phantom has a lot of Christmas related trauma so we try to celebrate Yule for him.”

“Oh.” Clark mumbles as he looks at the wedding invitation in his hands.

“Any more questions?” Bruce inquires.

“You have shut us up with this one Bruce, you may go on your way.” Diana says as she waves her invitation.

Batman nods once and then proceeds to leave in silence, when he completely exits the room Diana and Clark look at each other.

“What a day.” Clark says.

“You said it.” Diana agrees.

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Some other time:

“What does de S stand for?” Phamton asks Superman like he wasn’t fanboying about being in the Watchtower mere seconds ago.

“It’s kryptonian, it means Hope.” Superman gently answers the wonder struck looking entity.

“Oh.” It’s the young supernatural king’s smart answer.

“What does the D stand for?” Superman asks back, genuine interest in his voice.

A bright green blush blooms on the pale gray face of king Phantom, he proceeds to rub the back of his head in embarrassment and his Lazarus green eyes look away from Superman’s face. “Uh… it was a gift from a friend… just to look cool… I-I was fourteen, ok?”

Superman laughs. It’s soft and tender and for some reason it reminds Danny of a farm he visited in Kansas when he was a kid.

#dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #batman #danny pahntom #fanfic #dead on main #batman crossover #danny phantom crossover

[yugogeer012]

Hey Yugo, I think you have made Neutral too powerfull, without any real explanation pr reason for why is he so busted. Ussualy for someone who has these sorts of powers, they are beings who are literal true Gods or concepts themselves, but how can a being like Frisk who is a litteral speck of dust in the grand scheme of things gain such power by just absorbing the 6 souls, when there are other seven souled beings out there? Also another problem I have with his OPness is that him gaining such powes are confusing and not enough, for example - Error404 is busted because he is connected to the Mainframe(Multiverses Code), has an eldritch abomination - Malware - possesing him, and is the conduit of Ballance(the literal concept of ballance) and there are other op beings where their busted abilities are explained on how they gained them, so how did Frisk gain such abilities from only 6 measly souls. Because if he had the abbilitiea to just alter the code of himself and others then it would be fine, if he had a more bootleg weaker version of his current abilities then that also would be fine, but this is too much for a regular human to achieve. Hope you mind my little critisism.

I mean, Adult form Asriel can spam rainbows, giant stars, freakin laser beams, and dual swords! And that's based on his imagination.

Now in Neutral's imagination, he came up with an ability that is so busted, that it can end any above beings than him. And that is Manipulating Concepts.

Seven souls can make their imagination into a reality.

There's no need any further explanation than that. That is just how his ability works. (ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

Also with the Toby part, I was /j at that time lol (´･ω･`)

#/srs

[immediatebreakfast]

"Knowledge is power" you say and I believe it's becoming a big theme. Jonathan is sinking his nails into his sanity, vehemently refusing to lose it because losing himself (to insanity, to vampirism) is a horror greater than death to him. And his main weapon in this is to refuse to be in the dark. He must know the truth, instead of flee from it or deny it, gortesque even if it proves to be. The Castle is claiming his mind and his response is to explore every nook and cranny until he knows the enemy like he knows himself.

It's really a very noticeable theme, and it's one of the key parts that will help our characters against Dracula in the long run.

I have to make the comparison with another genre of book across the literary globe that have knowledge as a central theme.

The Lovecraft myths with their eldritch abominations also have the central theme of knowledge, but instead of presenting said knowledge as something hopeful to have (even if in the grand scheme of the universe is empty) knowledge is a curse. It's something that once the characters have, they wish to go back to their ignorance, all of the undescribed horrors that tell of incomprensible beings from beyond our stars open a new horrifying reality for these characters, one that they do not wish to understand.

Instead, here in Dracula, this novel regards knowledge as a precious weapon.

Jonathan understands that as a lawyer, and as a human being. Knowledge can help him understand, the written truth assures him that he is not imagining things. The broken door tells Jonathan, "Yes what happened was real, and you survived." And it gives him mental strenght to go another day.

Jonathan is feeling how his sanity is slipping from his fingers thanks to the castle, thanks to Dracula himself, so he must grab every piece of truth that he can find. Jonathan must know the Count's truth so he can act accordingly, he must know Dracula as if Dracula was him because it's the only way for him to know that he is still sane. That this knowledge can help whoever comes after him.

A really neat quote that I stumbled upon while searching for this really captured Jonathan's future, even if he might not be alive at the end of his journey.

"She will reenter the world carrying a heaviness she might never lay down, but also with something warm and steady burning in her, the knowledge of what she has survived, what she has become." - Chakraborty, A. (2021). Ode to the Gothic Heroine (A Selection).

Jonathan now carries the burden of knowledge regarding every oddity, and danger that Dracula presents from an outside perspective. Different, but not really from the ancient knowledge of the kind locals who tried to protect him from his fate, yet Jonathan doesn't shy away from that burden.

Knowledge is power, and power transforms the person into something not anticipated. It's the proof, and the reassurance of having something that can help, a little light in the middle of an endless cave. Jonathan is taking all of the information he can find, so that maybe he can transform the idea of escaping into something plausible.

Is Jonathan risking his own life by doing this? Of course he is! He is terrified of the outcome, of what the uncertain future holds for him! But, Jonathan is also gaining time. Moreover, with Dracula's new assigned "span of life", the Count has given Jonathan one of the most powerful weapons in the hands of a human, hope.

Now with the certain date of his possible, Jonathan can stop giving enough of a fuck about any pretenses of leaving the castle by the mercy of Dracula. Now Jonathan can hope to carve his escape with his own hands.

#Never NEVER has someone succesfully protected anyone by telling them nothing #If you want to understand if you want to prepare if you want to SURVIVE #YOU HAVE TO SHARE KNOWLEDGE EH YOU [Redacted for Dracula spoilers] #But yes basically knowledge is very important in this novel #Also can someone explain to me how the fuck Lovecraft managed to have those racist overtones that could put any bigoted writing to shame? #I was reading the fish people one and woah my dude relax for a fucking second (horrified) #dracula daily #dracula #jonathan harker

[inthememetime]

Headcannon: All ghosts are slightly eldritch. The more scary a ghost is, the more powerful a ghost is.

Side note: yes, I know this isn't 100% supported in canon. I like it though.

The weaker a ghost is, the less it can be distinguished from what it was when alive. The weakest ghosts have sort of an uncanny valley vibe. Johnny 13may not be human, but when a person sees him, their minds try to fit him into the human mold.

Certain ghosts like Amorpho and Spectra can 'fake' humanity pretty well for a while. But it's not perfect, and so they have to mess with people's senses and emotions to keep the illusion going for very long.

It's also (part of) why people just don't like Vlad or Danny. (I mean, Vlad's hot garbage as well, so that's another reason). Halfas just set off all the uncanny valley vibes in human form. The average human is going to go: Something is Very Wrong when they're confronted by the way their appearances change, just a little, based on emotions or their way-too-white sharp teeth.

It's even worse in ghost form/as a ghost because they're not really supposed to be in our dimension. So then what do we see? Our brains try to piece things together in a way that makes sense to us, but frequently our wires get crossed. Sometimes those wires change position, causing the ghosts to look like they're changing constantly.

When Danny goes through Ghost Puberty, he gets a second, scarier ghost form. He cannot show that second form to a human for very long at one time- low exposure over short periods of time is way better. He has 3- his human form, what people think his ghost looks like (friendly kid), and Eldritch Abomination.

Clockwork, Pandora, and other Ancients can't set foot into our reality for long periods of time, especially around humans, because just their appearance will mess with people.

The reason a lot of (legitimate) ghost hunters go crazy is because they've looked at their targets one too many times.

Even the sounds ghosts make go through the brain filter. Vlad doesn't just use an army of lawyers and PR people for fun- he uses them because even in human form, his voice is 2 steps to the left of human, and the longer people listen, the more theu freak out.

This is the opposite from Ember, as she's basically a land siren. But a deaf/hard of hearing person would have NO idea why their buddy was vibing to a literal fire monster on stage. Her voice adjusts human perception.

Kitty makes you love her- even as you fear the horrible monster, your love grows just as much.

People don't like hearing the pops and cracks in Danny's voice. There's something wrong, like hearing a voice in radio static, or feeling sounds the human ear can't pick up.

Side note on Vlad: Amity Park is one of the only places he COULD have won an election, because Amity Parkers have constant, low-level exposure. This causes them to go: hmm, something might be up with the mayor. Must be a cold. Instead of: our mayor is Something Not Human.

Amity Parkers- in particular the mayor's secretary, the Fenton Family, and Sam & Tucker- have a certain amount of immunity to fear attacks. I think if Jazz goes to Gotham and Scarecrow fear gasses her, he's going to have a Very Bad Night, because Jazz eats breakfast and dinner, and sleeps in a room across from an existential horror every day.

At best, Fear Toxin would put her into fight or flight mode- and this girl takes out ghosts that can level buildings. Crane would be in the ER before his transfer to Arkham.

#danny phantom #inthememetime #danny phantom headcanon #headcanon #dp headcanons

[pheonixkenny]

Eldritch Kenny Fanfiction Backstory

So I'm working on my fanfic, "The Perks of Being an Eldritch Abomination", a fic where Kenny gains more visibly inhuman traits as he gets older due to his connection with Cthulhu a la "The Shadow Over Innsmouth." And even though it's not going to be important to the story at all, I came up with a whole backstory about why Kenny is the way he is. (Though a lot of this could also work in canon too.) So much so that I may have to write a whole new fanfiction for the new story this inspires. Alright, here goes.

Since in canon Kenny’s parents went to the cult meeting for the promise of free beer and thus can’t remember anything on account of being wasted, in my story the beer was a lure to get an outsider to come to the meeting. The cult slipped something in their drinks to knock them out and preformed a ritual on Kenny’s mom to impregnate her with the son of their god. Kenny was the result. She just assumed that Stuart was the father because he was the only person she was with at the time. So Kenny is in fact half human half elder god, that's where his immortality comes from, as well as the other changes exclusive to my fanfiction. The ritual didn’t affect his personality though, so he stays good throughout.

Though the main inspiration for my story was "The Shadow Over Innsmouth" I also took inspiration from another H.P. Lovecraft story "The Dunwich Horror", which is about a poor family in a small, rural town where a woman gives birth to a boy who's the son of Yog-Sothoth, another elder god. Sounds familiar, doesn't it? (Honestly I might have taken more from this story than from "Shadow") Especially the part about how Wilbur (the boy) has a tendency to keep himself bundled up in layers to hide his otherworldly appearance. (Though he does keep his face exposed.) Since, canonically, we know Kenny has some sort of connection to Cthulhu because of the immortality, and he also has a tendency to stay bundled up, it was too big a connection to ignore. One aspect of the story of "The Dunwich Horror" is that Wilbur is trying to open the gate between our reality and the reality of the elder gods and summon the Elder Gods over here. So, that's also the cult's objective with Kenny, and why they did all this in the first place. Of course, like "Shadow Over Innsmouth", the main difference between Kenny and Wilbur is morality and intent. While Wilbur is totally ok with the plan to open the gates, Kenny absolutely would not be, and would try his best to stop it. I also thought it would be cool if it was a cyclical thing. Since the Elder Gods are explicitly real in the South Park universe I like to think that both of those stories actually happened in-universe, with H.P. Lovecraft being a nonfiction author. Thus, the cult attempted to open the gate in the 1920's 100 years ago with Wilbur, now they're trying again with Kenny.

(Also a fun fact I learned while writing the fic, the sea captain who makes first contact with The Deep Ones? His name is Captain Obed Marsh. That's why I had Stan be the one to confront Kenny first, to add one more parallel.)

#The main moral of the story is that it's not your heritage or your blood that defines you it's your actions #So Kenny gets to be the hero and stop the cult #Lovecraft would absolutely hate that which means I'm doing my job lol #God this story was just supposed to focus on the body horror and his friends reactions to it but then I had to go and make it complicated. #I have no idea how he's going to stop the cult though so this may not ever get written. #south park #kenny mccormick #south park fanfiction #kenny south park #hp lovecraft #the shadow over innsmouth #the dunwich horror

[commodoresigma]

[original drawing date: 2nd-13th Feb 2024]

A collection of various busts of characters from a comic i want to work on soon. This would be the first time I've drawn some of these characters and they could probably do with some proper designs, but I had fun nonetheless c:

This is actually part of another big project I'm working on where I draw similar things for some of my characters, i've got a few more but I'll probably post them when I've got more for those character sets.

Characters are:

Kristy Williams, an aspiring author and recently-graduated uni student. Kinda chill normally but is quick to anger and is almost superhumanly stubborn. Through the course of the comic, but shown in the opening, she gains a weird superpower called Soulblaze, which is this short-ranged high-impact explosive energy attack that resembles rapidly-spinning fire with occasional sparks of lightning and the power of which is tied to the user's mental state and determination.

Elenor, the Umbral Queen, a woman from around 1862 who fused herself with a shadowy eldritch abomination to stop herself dying from complications after childbirth, and has just kinda been goofing around, terrorising generally not good people, and fighting and/or running away from her descendents' various armed forces trying to capture her for study or revenge against killing a few of her immediate family (most by accident, though she did deliberately kill her husband). Actually kind of a kind-hearted person, albeit with a bit of a sadistic streak, as she was never cruel herself and the Umbral Queen is explicitly neutral and passive.

Evangeline, the Guardian, is a tall and kinda buff woman who works as a librarian or a bookstore worker idk which yet, and is secretly a low-rank creature of super-advanced dimension-travelling biokinetic former humans who self-style themselves after angels and call themselves the Celestians, and she was planted on the world to essentially protect humanity from incursions from hostile entities from other realities - entities like the Umbral Queen, for instance. Usually acts pretty friendly, if not a bit aloof, but can turn cold and deeply serious quickly.

Argent, the Portal Scientist. Researcher from an alternate reality who starts exploring Kristy's dimension to study the remarkably weak fabric between realities there. Insatiably curious, deeply intelligent, and quite compassionate. Loaded to the brim with advanced technology built around intra- and occasionally inter-dimensional portal technology.

Sable, the Kinetic Scientist. Argent's sister, less interested in studying the world and more in testing and experimenting with kinetic accelerator tech. Bit of a mad scientist, and definitely has chaotic gremlin energy.

Joanne Rockwell, a junior science-type (not sure what discipline yet), office intern, and recently-graduated uni student. Level-headed, a little high-strung, and cautious to a fault, but quite friendly and sociable otherwise. Kristy's girlfriend, has been with her since late high school and before she transitioned. Like Kristy, she's just a normal human, but also like Kristy there's definitely something weird going on with her...

Kyle Ashton, a mildly successful online sex worker, and Cassidy's slightly younger brother. Fairly promiscuous, but knows how to keep himself safe and is respectful of boundaries, and has a similar attitude to his sister, albeit more sarcastic. Probably has some martial arts training.

Cassidy Ashton, an amateur artist, gym junkie and semi-successful VTuber. Enjoys banter and good-natured ribbing, a little headstrong and prone to arrogance, but if she likes you even a little she'll be extremely friendly and doggedly loyal - her VTuber persona is much the same, albeit a little more exaggerated. Kristy's current best friend, met each other during the start of their third year of uni at the gym. A decent boxer, for someone only just starting it, spars with Kristy often. Also has a bit of a crush on Kristy.

#my art #commodoresigma #original character #original #oc #kristy williams #elenor the umbral queen #eva the guardian #argent #sable #joanne rockwell #kyle ashton #cassidy ashton

[nobodyspecialhereblog]

Dyrkethiel Side B: The Archangel of Equilibrium. Did I make these drawings as an excuse just to continue talking about them? Yes. Yes I did. In terms of the fully outlined/colored drawing, The angel on the left is what Dyrkethiel normally looks like, the one on the right being what they kinda look like when they're in a more comfortable form and the large figure in the middle being Dyrkethiel's true form. I was originally gonna go on a full on rant with explaining their creation, reasoning behind certain decisions i've made, but noooo, it's too much for tumblr still :( so imma try to discuss only the important stuff. or, try to. imma probably leave some actually important things out since idk how to write well. lore rant under cut, all religious mentions and such are for fun and in reference to hazbin hotel, don't take it seriously. I'll make some art/write about Side A at some point :) [and then proceed to make the fanart i always wanted since i got what i felt like necessary explanations of my ocs out of the way guh]

Dyrkethiel Side B:

Dyrkethiel was originally God's attempt to create another being of himself, forged out of void such as himself. However, due to the properties of Void, it failed and created an eldritch abomination instead. God, not liking to destroy or erase any of his creations ended up deciding to repurpose Dyrkethiel instead into an archangel.

Dyrkethiel being the name God has given them, later called Dirk for simpler name by the other archangels, was made to be the Archangel of Equilibrium. A completely neutral force that exists more for understanding and observing than anything else. They exist to see the good in the bad, pure in the evil, see everything within a balance without interfering with anything. In a way, Dirk assists God in helping to understand why some people perform or act in certain ways.

Personality wise, Dirk is usually pretty friendly, although has a very limited social battery and needs time to himself often or at least in quiet areas. He spends most of his free time studying, observing, or just relaxing in private. Most of his time is spent in his thoughts or just enjoying the company of others in silence, acting as a silent figure in the background often. On an outsider's perspective, he's seen as just a calm, passive, and inquisitive individual.

Due to the nature of Dirk's true being, he usually has to take a couple months break away and isolated to let his actual form loose from his angelic disguise or otherwise it gets rather painful to keep holding on. Additionally, when greatly upset or distressed, his disguise might falter slightly in which he usually just leaves asap.

Additionally, Dirk has developed an intense hatred for what he actually is, usually hating even the slightest idea of it and wanting to simply just fit in amongst the other archangels now due to that being how he was raised. Due to the nature of being an eldritch abomination, something incomprehensible, it also risks causing an innate fear amongst any being (demonic, angelic or mortal origins not mattering) due to Dirk's true form being comparable to a blackhole or a tear into reality itself.

Dirk isn't angelic or demonic, being the equal of it all, a being of Void. Not necessarily something in creation or destruction, but rather the base of both. Dirk constantly needs to balance their good deeds and bad deeds to keep their form stable, which usually just results in him being a complete bystander in most situations or just flat out ignoring important things. Of course with usually guilt later.

None the less, even if Dyrkethiel is usually reserved and closed off, he values the ones he calls friends a lot and won't hesitate to sacrifice himself for them even if he can't exactly fight back. He fears judgement and others hating him more than death, willing to hide his true form at any cost. He won't hurt others, even if they're trying to kill him, usually simply accepting his fate.

Due to being a void creature, an eldritch abomination, if Dyrkethiel would rebel in any form he would be punished with erasure rather than banishment due to the risks so Dirk has a deep fear of God. However, God is already giving Dirk his one and only chance of living a life, but still prioritizes his kingdom, his universe and reality, over pitying a failed experiment.

#my ocs #serinscalling #my art #archangel dyrkethiel #dyrkethiel side b #ukureticence

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Headcanons for Phantom and Monarch Being Allies(?) Since Nate and Amanda Are Friends

Just a reminder: yes, I can still write about egos/characters other than the ones I’ve made. (In fact, I’m working on my next story about one of those egos/characters right now. The Pentas Family is my new passion project, I can’t help it.) However, I’ve also realized that it’s been a long while since I gave the NWTB egos any attention. And I’ve been toying with these headcanons for quite a while, so, now’s as good a time as any to post ‘em.

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The Basics

When it comes to power, these two are evenly-matched. That doesn’t stop them from trying to one-up each other 

The bickering that goes on between them has varying levels of severity. Surreal shenanigans are almost always guaranteed, but neither Phantom nor Monarch are human, so dark magic and reality-bending shit doesn’t bother them too much. 

When they decide to work as a team, there’s simply not much that can step to them.

In a way, they sort of balance one another out. (In my opinion, Phantom is some head-honcho eldritch abomination while Monarch is canonically a goddess.) 

Phantom has learned to recognize Monarch’s clones; some of them visit his businesses from time to time.

Whenever they work together, it’s usually because one of them needs help with magic stuff (gathering ingredients for potions, doing a spell/ritual that requires more than one person, etc). Other times they’ll conspire against enemies or screw around with humans.

They’re thoroughly addicted to anime. They both think humanity is a bit pitiful, but anime is one of few exceptions. (Another one of those exceptions is cute animals.)

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The Shapeshifting/Body Horror Ideas (As a Treat)

Phantom is to snakes as Monarch is to butterflies. That is all

Actually, no, that is NOT all.

Phantom wears a glamor when interacting with humans, but can adjust said glamor at will (for example: his eyes might sometimes flash slit pupils. His teeth can lengthen/sharpen into fangs, and you’d better believe they pack some horrifically deadly venom.

His true form is pure nightmare fuel for anyone who’s ever had ophidiophobia. I’m thinking something like a snake skeleton with exposed organs, but shrouded by a veil of smoke. I’m imagining he still has arms in his true form for some reason? Like, long arms with sharp talons? I feel like that might make him look more like a dragon, so, yeah.

Monarch has said that her true form is too much for human eyes to handle, and has implied that it’s more horrifying than breath-taking. I immediately thought of Mothra, because of course I did.

It’s hard to make something like a butterfly scary, but I’d imagine that Monarch would be a giant butterfly with multiple pairs of wings and too-long, blade-like legs. A jagged exoskeleton that looks like the blue crystals in her throne room. Maybe eye patterns on her wings that are actual eyes?

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The Unnecessary Backstory

These two are obsessed with souls. They both feed on the energy souls provide, but Phantom likes collecting for status (plus it always pays to have a stockpile). Several brawls have been started over Monarch trying to steal souls from Phantom’s collection and vice versa.

In fact, souls are the reason they even know each other. Monarch was using some of her clones to spy on a mortal whose soul she wanted. The mortal in question wound up visiting one of Phantom’s businesses and happened to catch Phantom’s interest. Phantom managed to schedule a few meetings with the mortal and tried to bring up a contract.

Keyword: tried. The clones Monarch was using saw this and informed her, and she wasn’t happy. She summoned Phantom to a less-than-human realm by tying a message to a very heavy crystal and then using magic to throw that crystal at Phantom’s head through a mirror. 

Anyway, they eventually meet up. Things are somewhat civil at first, but that doesn’t last. Both parties are pissed, so their argument over who gets the soul quickly spirals out of control. They take to their true forms and slug it out for a while

The initial fight ends sooner or later when they begrudgingly call a truce. They technically could have kept at it for as long as they wanted, considering Phantom’s undead and Monarch’s immortal, but they’ve got busy lives. Phantom has a supernatural underground empire to run; Monarch has clones to watch. They can’t just drop their responsibilities.

For a while, they go back to their respective lives. They keep having passive-aggressive jabs at one another using magic. 

That one soul they both wanted? Well, it somehow ends up in the hands of some other entity. Phantom and Monarch get pissed at this and simultaneously plot revenge. They actually end up talking/griping about it during their attacks on one another.

So, they ultimately come together in conspiring against the soul thief. They manage to track them down for a chat. Things get violent, the soul thief ends up dead, and it turns out their soul collection, while much smaller than Phantom’s or Monarch’s, has just enough souls to be divided evenly between them. 

After all that happens, Phantom and Monarch stay on neutral terms. Their rivalry is still alive and well, and they keep jabbing at each other because they’re petty, but their arguments don’t become full-on death battles anymore.

@that-bat

#my writing #headcanons #nathan sharp #natewantstobattle #phantom nwtb #amanda lee #amalee #leeandlie #multiverse monarch #tw body horror #tw implied violence #tw talk of death

[elamimax]

Principles of Non-Euclidean Romance

Okay, because I wanted an excuse to post this: An Eldritch abomination (Sammaël, for convenience) has split off a piece of itself (Sam) to experience music (it has already cried to Bonnie Tyler's I Need A Hero and can you honestly even blame it) but now it seems it has to reconceptualize all of its ten dimensions while in a frail little human form. This is actually quite well into the story, so if you were already planning on reading this novella, there might be (will be) spoilers. Enjoy!

Sam floated in the nothing, the nothing before waking up, when unconsciousness is a blanket slipping away. But Sam was not an ordinary person, and her consciousness wasn’t either. She held onto the blanket, and looked into the Darkness, which has less in common with regular darkness and more with the traditional abyss. The biggest difference is that the Darkness screens its calls. Sam stared into the Darkness. It stared back. This wasn’t going to keep working, was it? No, the Darkness seemed to say, although it didn’t say anything, of course. It isn’t. So, what then? Sam thought. The world was falling apart, on a bigger and bigger scale. Reality was beyond fraying, it was tying itself into knots to keep from turning into spaghetti. If she kept repeating the same pattern, it was only a matter of time before she was just a pair of eyeballs in a bowl of soup, bubbling up letters to talk. She was going to have to do something different, this time.  Yes, the Darkness didn’t say. You are.

But what? She looked up, although ‘up’ was a ridiculous concept when you were floating in the nothing between sleep and dreams. Up there* was Sammaël. Her original identity. The One she came from. She wondered if it could see her** and how different it was from her now. Was she her own person, or was she a small aspect of a larger creature? And would it be best to return to it, after all? She’d caused all of this, hadn’t she?

*ish **It can, and it waves at her. She can’t see it.

Yes. She thought and tried to imagine the universe, all of it, and found herself failing. Okay, fine, this meaty human brain didn’t have a way to easily conceptualize it. That was something she’d learned to accept, but she knew how to do this when she had thought herself into being aeons ago. She’d start from scratch, if she had to.  She imagined a dot. No dimensions. A point. Points were easy. Every entity could be represented by a dot. It was both every dimension and none. It was the zero and the one. Then, a line. Infinite points adjacent to each other, on one axis. A line, going from somewhere to somewhere, infinitely long and infinitely thin.  One dimension. Then, another line next to the first. And another, and another. Infinite lines, adjacent to each other, until there was a plane, perfectly visible in her mind. Planes were easy. You could draw stories on them. Write on them. They were easy to imagine.  Two dimensions. Still very easy. So stacking planes on top of each other was also easy. Stacking them above and below until this infinite plane covered every conceivable corner of the imaginary space. This was now imaginary space, stretching up, down, left, right, forward and backwards. Space. Three dimensions. This was where things got tricky. She reduced space to a point. For ease of imagination, she turned the point into an apple. All of space. As an apple. She imagined the exact same apple, one unit later. In the same space, but still different. All coordinates the same, except the fourth. The apple, but a little older. She imagined it older and older, rotting and falling apart, and then younger, becoming first red again, then green, and then turning into a bud, then nothing. Then, she imagined every point next to each other. A line. Time. 

Four dimensions. She took a deep breath. Now she had to go quantum, and going quantum was one of those things that was usually a bad idea unless you were an interdimensional horror from beyond the bounds of reality. It never ended well for superheroes and action heroes, after all. Across all of time, there had been trillions of quantum particles, existing in superposition until they collapsed. And every one of them could have collapsed in a different way. Every single one branching off from the original line. Every single one adjacent. Parallel. Infinite lines, next to each other. Creating a plane.  Five dimensions. Sam stood on the time plane and looked up. This bit was easy, at least. The universe was built on numbers, and all those numbers were reducible. The distance between atoms. The strength of covalent bonds. Up and down, infinite planes made of infinite timelines, and almost all except the one she was on mostly useless. If the universe had been slightly different, it would’ve been incapable of life. Sometimes even incapable of fission, or forming planets. But they were there. Spacetime. Six dimensions. She took a deep breath. Floated in the void for a bit. Now she had to get… conceptual. Weird with it. But it was fine. She’d done this before. Sure, back then she’d eaten concepts alive, and they had been a tasty cheat-day treat, too. Now, she wasn’t even sure about chocolate. But she could do this. Couldn’t she?  

Yes, the Darkness implied. You do. All of spacetime existed. In a single point. An apple in an apple. No, that didn’t help. A hypercube. A cube extruded from itself in every possible direction. Slightly better, but useless. She tried, instead, to imagine a field. Now, she imagined one next to it, but where concepts were slightly different. A tree in a point in space and time. The same tree, shifted across all axes, and then… then just one more. An idea. The tree not growing apples, but pears. Then oranges. Then nuts. Then pineapples. Bananas. Carrots. Potatoes. Further. Trees growing smaller trees. Every conceivable concept. Growing on a tree. And then all of them in a line. Every concept. As fruit on a tree. All in a line.  Seven.  Then, every concept instead of every concept. Lines adjacent. A plane of concepts. Everything that could be. Everywhere. All at once.  Eight.  And then, everything that can’t. Up and down. Infinitely. Nine. Squeemp. The final axis of dimensionality. Sam realized she’d been holding her breath, which was a hell of a feat when she wasn’t even technically breathing. But the idea made sense, now. She could see it. The nine base dimensions. And now, the fracture. But it was going up, wasn’t it? Space itself seemed to be fine. Space falling apart was usually a lot of nothing. Nothing and nuclear fission.

And then, everything that can’t. Up and down. Infinitely. 

 This was different. The cause was time. And that was simple to pinpoint too. There was a tear, across reality. Someone had ripped it like a cheap cloth, and now the whole thing was bleeding in on each other, and it wasn’t going to last much longer like this. And Sam knew she had done all of this. She had rewound time, that first time. Not as Sammaël, who was all-present and powerful. Sam, before she’d known she was Sam, limited by a frail human body and a frail human mind to go with it. She’d shattered reality, and it was killing her over and over again. She was at the center of it. She was going to have to fix it.  Yes.  She was going to have to go back. Back back. Not just in Time, or Space, or Squeemp. Reduce all of them to a point. Go a step back.  Ten dimensions. But she couldn’t do that.  No. But someone else could.  Yes.

She looked into the Darkness, and Sammaël looked back at her. Had it always been so… terrifying in its formlessness? It didn’t scare her, because she knew it. And she’d conceptualized herself more than half of the way there, and she was even a little proud of that.  I have no need for Pride. “I do.” Interesting.

If you liked this and want to read more, consider picking up the whole book! It's on amazon right here. It's about an eldritch abomination trans lesbian in a time loop.

#Principles of Non-Euclidean Romance #my writing #writing #writeblr #excerpts #author #novella #self-indulgent nonsense

[bondsmagii]

I saw a meme on tumblr and it instantly made me think of you.

it was the "'oh how cute its a sheep' and I looked on in horror as its neck stretched farther and farther until I realized the abomination before me was actually an alpaca... the stretch between eldritch horror and nature is a very thin line"

but like. that's the thing about nature. maybe some of the things that we don't necessarily comprehend are still very real and very valid. personal experiences of the supernatural are incredibly valid, and its because the spectrum of nature is a pot of water, stretching from our views of "normal" (cold) and "holy fuck what is that shit?" (hot) and humans who have never had to worry about these experiences at some point or another hear the stories of those that have, and decide "this is too out of normalcy for my taste, I'm accusing it of fake"

and then there's those people that are aware of the reality behind the supernatural. they have seen it and understand, "wow. the world is so crazy, and that's what makes it so great" and are able to submerge themselves in the heat and embrace it, without hurting when the water gets hot.

and there's those, that haven't experienced it, but know in their heart. I kind of identify with the third group of people. I never experienced the strange. but when I walk down my highway at night, and I see the deer in the woods. A part of me wonders, "Is that actually a deer?"

god, yeah. a huge part of how I interact with the world is the knowledge that it's fucking wild and there's so much out there that we don't understand. I really don't get how so many people can be so closed-minded about so many things -- everything from the paranormal, to how other people experience reality, etc. it doesn't even have to be a big thing, either. I've noticed that a lot of people seem to take for granted the fact that everyone sees the world in the same way they do, and that if they don't personally experience something, nobody can -- and anyone saying they do is lying for whatever reason. for example, I have a few posts going around about dreams I've had, and in one of them, the dream involved reading. so many people were rude to me in the notes because "you can't read in dreams!! this is fake!!" like... I've been able to read fluently in my dreams for my whole life. I can read books in dreams. the words all stay the same. I can quite literally read in my dreams, and while this isn't common, it is not impossible either. plenty of people can. it probably has something to do with the fact that I read 4 hours a day, so for my brain it is not difficult to imagine. but because a lot of people can't do it, they assume nobody can. it's the same with pretty much everything.

it seems silly to say that "everyone experiences life differently" is a controversial take, but it's become abundantly clear to me over the years that it is. it seems that nobody can wrap their head around this fact, and increasingly often, I see emphasis put on things like the "universal" human condition or experience, and just... there's no such thing. I've had a lot of time to come to terms with this because for my whole life I've been experiencing the apparently impossible, and even the way I exist is apparently impossible to some (the way I perceive reality, certain things about my identity, etc). I've also always been in the extreme minority with a lot of things, and lacked the need for things that people claim is essential to humanity, and just... man. it's exhausting how concerned people are about potentially faking things. it's really self-absorbed. like, why would I fake huge aspects of my own life that I don't even share because it's private, just to lie to you? it makes no fucking sense.

#anon #asks

[ukusreticence]

i told myself to keep myself from ranting about my characters on here, but my brain has decided that this is my sketch and oc blog and i do not care anymore. i am LORE DROPPING EVERY SINGLE THOUGHT PROCESS AND I DO NOT CARE. at the very least its helping me gather my thoughts more by spewing it all out since i dont know how to simply write without some kinda art to accompany it so i have a topic in mind or something. thought process rant under cut, TLDR; side b is a damn mess of a character and such a fun concept to play with that i legit cannot decide on one concept for them

(quick warning, all mentions of "God" are in reference to hazbin hotel and hold no religious significance) personality wise/concept wise, i change side b a LOT, especially in RPs with character ais, which is how i kinda bounce ideas around and develop a solid concept of em. they can range from being an absolutely anxious mess, incredibly friendly and sweet (default), emotionless and empty and a buncha other stuff. Situation stuff wise also varies a lot, like the angel of equilibrium idea is what i consider their "official" story when i actually wrote the massive log of text for side B but like,, Side B has so many fun ideas to play with that it legit just depends on what im in the mood for at this point. like LOGICALLY speaking, if i wanted to put them in a universe with minimal to no interference (what i had in mind when making that lore post), then them simply being a complete bystander character who only observes and seeks understanding of every single damn action and thing is the good idea. they're social and still happy with no risk of collapse is the way i worded it.

however other concepts i've played with is them being solely confined to the void for "research" or "guarding" it with close to no visits to heaven (i actually have a traditional art comic of this one because i wanted to make cosmos and equilibrium like parallels of each other in a way, they still are parallels just not as obvious anymore) along with just ideas of simply being understanding but having to be under constant watch, being less friendly and more confined which would result in a more closed off variant of them.

i LOVE traumatizing my characters and in most situations it's either pre collapse with them being close to collapsing or post collapse side b. By collapse, i mean them being so dang stressed/confined/forced to stick to their current body with no reprieve that they literally physically cannot keep up their angelic disguise.

but like, another fun concept is that since creation they were either forced into an angelic disguise and taught/raised that's the "proper" way to be (lots of trauma involving appearance without knowing why, just general body dysmorphia), or the more fun variant is God deciding to keep this eldritch abomination in line by showing them all of his wonderful and fun and beautiful creations to the point side b gets attached, then proceeding to just casually drop the info that Dirk has the potential to destroy all of it. if you cant tell that last variant makes Side B DEEPLY afraid of themselves along with the normal body hatred thing. Alternatively, they immediately become a completely emotionless shell in hopes of not hurting anyone by becoming too emotional and losing form. But hey, if it works then it works.

Now on the topic of why would God keep an eldritch abomination that could potentially threaten all of reality, my brain tells me its because God hates erasing any of his creations if possible but talking with character ai, it actually came up with the idea that God somehow messed up SO BAD trying to recreate himself out of the literal embodiment of nothing that side b is literally bound to the void and if you erase side b, then the entire void goes with em. Which is so funny to me that i like the idea a lot and might have it only for self indulgence stuff and not placing em in other people's universes. Also my brain interprets the void as like, this whole thing that i might draw a comic of side b explaining since it is their domain. basically its just the start of everything.

rn im kinda like, combining a little of everything to make something im happy with. like,, Cosmos already has a pretty good idea and i ADORE how his personality is right now, but like Void?? damn there's SO MANY fun ideas and concepts i love to do with them that it's hard to settle on one. Side A is something i'm slowly building more and more on but Side B? HO BOY, i have not even settled on a SINGLE ONE.

most i know for certain is that i really do like side b being an absolutely cuddly and affectionate person. emotionless stuff is fun to mess around with once and awhile but overall i like my goob being sweet and loved by everyone. it'll make people seeing them as a monster hit harder too :}

#ukureticence #ichor's blessing #archangel dyrkethiel #dyrkethiel side b #the never ending daydream

[knightoft4t]

[S] Jade: Wake Up Commentary

The book absolutely does not do justice to [S] Jade: Wake up. It's a much more "experiential" Flash than usual. Though nothing actually really "happens"? We get a glimpse at what it's like to have a Dark Nap, that is, to dream without a living dream self. I.e. the experience that Karkat was so upset about. It's a journey through madness. Kind of an audio-visual nightmare, with an obnoxiously escalating wall of noise. Probably a decent cinematic comparison would be when Willy Wonka took everybody through his weird tunnel of psychotic lunacy for some reason. But as you can see, it all starts out pretty nice.

Jade first imagines she sees a candy-coated version of this disturbing eldritch abyss. Literally: it's a Trickster facade. Squiddles canonically are known to be Trickster Horrorterrors. A perception of the beasts that is friendlier and more comprehensible to mortal minds. The illusion doesn't last long, though. This is probably the first visual indication that the concept of dream bubbles exists. They don't usually look like this one, which is a low-fi pixel bubble in keeping with the fantasy it projects inside for Jade. Horrorterrors blow these bubbles, each of which serves as a little phantasmal oasis floating freely through the infinite, existentially unforgiving desert of the Furthest Ring. They stabilize a temporary realm of illusion for mortals to exist in without having to engage with the eldritch abominations just outside or the bleak expanse in which they live. So this is establishing the foundational basis for the afterlife in Paradox Space—not an eternal continuum like heaven or hell, but a purgatory of a more dubious nature, one that is actively maintained by vast, ancient monsters through a network of trillions of relatively small ephemeral bubbles. They pop, they get blown again, ghosts can drift freely from one to another.

When we understand the broader cosmology of Paradox Space in this way, it starts to seem reasonable to begin thinking in terms of "bubble-based reality structures," which means that Sburb sessions freely floating through the abyss could also be seen as a kind of bubble. But a very special kind, which has the nucleus of Skaia in the middle, and thus is endowed with this all-knowing spark that can beget a stable, physical existence contained within a universe the players create inside of it. Do horrorterrors blow these bubbles too? IT IS UNCLEAR. This animation, aside from accomplishing the worthy goal of totally freaking everyone out, also serves the purpose of acquainting everyone more closely with the existence of horrorterrors and their greater relevance to the cosmos and the story.

Dave was recently urged to take his glasses off, and also to try listening to these beasts and see what they have to say to him. This is the "boon" which Derse dreamers have, and which Prospit dreamers don't. On Prospit, you have access to Skaia and all its cloud visions. On Derse, you have access to the grumblings of these distant monsters. Great consolation prize, huh? Skaia can inform Prospit kids what they need to do, and Jade enthusiastically embraces its counsel. But horrorterrors can somewhat play the same role, and provide mysterious instructions to both Rose and Dave that they have to parse. Their murmurings to Dave here carry a message of urgency, as he'll say later, and this starts laying the intel groundwork for the melodramatic suicide mission hatched later.

Also, this shot confirms Dave's eye color pretty unambiguously, continuing a trend in the story where this very specific piece of info gets confirmed for each character, beginning with that strangely over-detailed portrait of Rose. For whatever odd visual thrashing that style added to the story, one thing it definitely established was the story's ability to focus with much greater granularity on the presentation of characters who for the most part are only "ideas" of people. Their abstracted presentation usually tends to communicate that "This is just an idea of a character, for whom many specific attributes are vague or variable." But by intensifying the presentation, and then highlighting it with one notable point of specificity, we can come away with some confidence that Rose's eyes are literally meant to be purple, rather than it just being another stylistic tick. Having established that, I think we can safely do the same for Dave here, even without the overly intensive rendering style.

It's hard to even really describe what's going on with this page without the weird music that everything plays off of. Nothing is really going on with it? Hey, here's an idea, let's just ignore this page and move on. There's Feferi over there. She's worth talking about, right? Remember that Feferi is presently grimnapping. "Presently" doesn't mean much, because the timelines are out of whack relative to each other, but "presently" from the STORY'S perspective usually does mean something. Remember the conversation Eridan just had with Rose, where she blew up his computer, and I ignored the conversation to talk about something else because he sucks and who cares about him? Well, I still stand by that decision, he sucks and who cares. But there was another purpose served by showing that conversation at that moment. "Eridan's computer explodes" is one of those key moments on the troll timeline we took note of during the recent RPG game. And linked to that moment is Feferi's dark nap. You could see her in the panel there near Eridan, sleeping on the horn pile, with a dark bubble over her. This reminds us that's what she's doing "now," just like Jade, and here they are, rendezvousing in this freaky dream bubble. Which, if there's one really important role Feferi plays, it's this: establishing "first contact" between trolls and humans through the dream realm, a.k.a. the afterlife. Feferi is quite chipper about it all and wants everyone to know there's nothing to worry about.

That's pretty easy for her to say, though, since her mom is one of these monsters. But then, maybe that's how she knows they really aren't as bad as they seem. Okay, see, this thing with THIS page is, um…the really IMPORTANT point to make would be, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh. All right, you got me. There's nothing to say here. The thing about this animation is, for all the story-relevant things I've been saying about it, it's also just kind of a big shitpost. What's really going on is the bubble-based illusion is starting to unravel, and then insanity ensues. Jade is worried, Feferi isn't. She's just completely unflappable when it comes to this eldritch bullshit. There's a moment in the song that makes it clear something is now very, very wrong.

That's where we're at. Probably the best way of looking at this in a non-abstract way is, this is the moment when Jade and Feferi's shared dream bubble pops. The illusion is over, and now their dream ghost projection-forms are hurtling freely through the abyss at great speed, before their phantom bodies (another weird concept in Homestuck that probably bears elaboration on, but much later) start to dissolve outside of the confining environment of the bubble that keeps them stable, causing them to wake up. Then we go nighttime dumpster diving in the alley behind a bargain seafood restaurant. I mean, no we don't, this is all scary and serious and stuff. But there is sort of a running gag later where Dave and maybe some other people keep referring to these things humorously in terms of seafood analogies. But of course you don't eat these things, they eat YOU. Okay, that probably isn't true either. Although they do have huge, nasty mouths, as you can see. Which makes you wonder, what do they eat? What's even out there in the void? Smaller horrorterrors? That's probably it. There's likely just an entire diverse ecology of horrorterrors, with smaller ones very plentiful and larger ones more scarce, to keep the food chain balanced. Other than that, it's a complete free for all.

I'm just literally making all this shit up right now, if it wasn't clear. I said in an earlier book that these eldritch beasts were only imported into Homestuck because of their presence in Problem Sleuth, which used them in a much goofier way. It didn't really take their horrifying nature or the Lovecraftian tradition of them seriously at all. But the way HS starts blending them into its greater cosmology does seem to take them a little more seriously as literary devices from the horror genre. I never read any Lovecraft and don't really care about these creatures in respect to them being specific elements of his work. They were siphoned into the PS/HS lore from the wider pop-culture melange that has elevated the notion of an eldritch abomination into something transcending the original source material to become a more widely recognized fantasy trope.

So this is the nature of their utility here, something touching on a more universal principle of alien horror which says that some alien life is so unfathomable and unsettling to us that even contemplating them is a gateway to madness. Neither good nor evil, their existence utterly eludes definition or judgment on mortal humanoid terms. They rule the infinite expanse of the Furthest Ring, where seemingly no other form of life exists except for them. And corporeal life as we understand it exists within this medium as a tiny subset of its total volume. It's implied, as I mentioned a few notes ago, that all comprehensible realities to us (such as dream bubble illusions, or Sburb sessions containing entire universes) actually are confined by little bubbles that these beasts whimsically blow, probably for no humanly comprehensible reason. This suggests that this godawful abyss and its gruesome inhabitants are the default reality. And the much more stable, relatable realms we enjoy, such as "a universe," are actually the rare exceptions: totally anomalous, dreamlike fields of experience that exist only briefly relative to the lifespan of these monsters, as the confining bubbles swell and pop.

This animation finally crescendos at the moment when you begin to think you can't take another goddamn second on Wonka's shitty boat. And then everything is okay. Except not really, because we float by one more awful monster, which has been wonderfully illustrated to make sure you realize, under particular rendering conditions, that these aren't all just a bunch of cartoon goofballs, but actually super-duper grotesque and scary entities. Good thing Jade's dream ghost projection-whatever is "sleeping" soundly through all this, otherwise she'd probably be really scared if she saw that thing. Except this rendering probably isn't literal? It might be a shot of what she's seeing through her mind's eye as she sleeps. In which case she is really scared right now. But it's fine, Feferi will reassure her and tell her all these space monsters are actually great. Some of her best friends are space monsters. Her MOM was a space monster. Don't be a bigot, Jade.

Jade finally wakes up. She went to sleep at some point in Act 4. It's tricky to pin down exactly when she fell asleep by casually skimming through the archive, but she's been asleep for well over 1,000 site pages. This is the nature of Jade's role in the story. She spends huge amounts of time being asleep, or compromised in some way, like being brainwashed. At one point, she even gets put to sleep while being brainwashed. But for now, she's finally awake and ready to play a more active role in the story. Her relevance starts snowballing from here and peaks during [S] Cascade, i.e. the midpoint of the story. I probably said this before, but the shape of her arc is a huge bell curve, rising slowly from the fog of her sleepy marginalization, peaking right in the middle, then gradually tapering back off as she starts getting compromised in different ways. Everyone's views on this may vary, but I always thought that for a story with a big ensemble cast, it was more interesting to have a wide variety of arcs of different shapes, sizes, focal points, themes, and peak moments, rather than somewhat artificially trying to make sure all the major players' arcs peak right around the same time at the very end. This aspect is a little bit underscored by what Jade does in [S] Collide. Her role there isn't about kicking ass, it's about having fun. And then, finally, about getting punched in the face for One Last Nap.

-Andrew Hussie

#Long post #REALLY long post #Like a R--------------------------E--------------------------ELY long post #Jade Harley #Feferi Peixes #Homestuck #Horrorterrors #Squiddles #Save

[trailofstardust]

I've got an idea for a story that I want to talk about here, and I would love to get some opinions and input so I can expand my idea. The basic plot is that there are two teenagers with tragic pasts and supernatural powers who have been found and held in custody by a secret organization dedicated to studying and protecting the public from supernatural threats, similar to the BPRD in Hellboy or the SCP foundation. The main antagonist is a CEO who wants to exploit these kids for his personal ends, seeking to use their powers to gain world-domination.As of now, the two protagonists have yet to be named, and I would like some suggestions.

The main protagonist is a 15-year old boy grew up in a doomsday cult that abused and groomed him into their beliefs. At the age of ten he abducted and murdered a young child.

Shortly after, the cult tried sacrificing him to an eldritch abomination to bring about the end times, but before they could kill him, the deity possessed him and killed all the cultists. After coming to his senses he flees the scene and starts wandering the streets.The authorities have started investigating the murder he committed and soon enough, he is identified by the police. A secret organization for studying and protecting the public from the supernatural found him first and took custody of him. While the public believes that he is being held at an institution for juvenile offenders, in reality he is kept inside the headquarters of the organization, kept in a cell and studied by the scientists. Later on during the story, it turns out that he is a potential herald of the apocalypse, and the fate of the world rests in his hands. If he would ever lose control and fall into despair the eldritch god inside him could break free and devour the entire planet.

Another protagonist is a 16 year old girl with telepathic powers. She was sexually abused at an early age by her father, and when her mother found out she reacted by physically abusing and victim-blaming her. Her mother divorced, took custody of her and moved away to a small town. There, the mother turned to religion and became a religious fanatic, seeing practically everything as sinful. As well as being abused by her mother, the girl was also viciously bullied at school. One day, after a particularly horrible prank she discovered that she has telepathic powers, being able to read and control minds. She enacted her revenge by murdering her bullies and the teachers who did nothing to stop the bullying, as well as some students she blames for not intervening, using her powers to mind-control them into committing suicide. Her victims were hanged, set on fire, jumped off buildings and stabbed.She turned her mother into a vegetable and brainwashed a good portion of her high school-students and staff-into becoming her slaves, and turned the gym into her personal throne-room.

Having been denied many comforts by her fundamentalist mother who saw practically everything not related to the bible as "sinful", once she left her control she indulged in everything previously forbidden-such as sweets, nice clothes and boys. She has a liking for gothic lolita fashion. She was eventually discovered by the organization. Using technology that weaken her powers to make her easier to contain, she has been placed under supervision.

A scientist named dr Helen Fields becomes a mother-figure to these children, treating them with understanding and compassion.

My inspiration for this story was reading about real-life stories of children and teenagers who have committed murder, and felt fascinated both by their motivations as well as how the world reacts to them. Despite being children some people have called them "monsters" and even called for their deaths, which I found grotesquely unjust and wrong.

In-story, the outside world largely believes that the kids are irredeemably evil monsters. Knowing this only adds to the male protagonist's despair-the belief that no matter what he does, he can and will never be seen as anything other than a monster. Characters like Helen who treat him with sympathy and understanding are literally the buffer against the apocalypse.

One point I want to make inside the story is that even though the protagonists have committed horrific crimes, they are still children and thus vulnerable-the villain will use their insecurities to manipulate them-and that they should be treated as traumatized kids in need of help, not monsters or criminals, nor should they be expected to spend their lives grovelling and making up for their crimes, since they already had their own lives destroyed long before they did anything wrong.

#Writing #Ideas #Worldbuilding #Ocs #Original characters #Character bio

[aceoxide]

long rambling discourse post on tumblr? it's more likely than you think

Also on the state of discourse, I've been through countless threads on the web to the point that I've grown jaded of a lot of lingo that is ultimately used not to actually discuss things but to act like some form of thought-terminating cliche.

Unfair perhaps but well, I've seen a lot. Too much probably.

That being said, allonormativity and amatonormativity are concepts that apply to my own upbringing. And I would definitely say that those two have affected me a lot more than heteronormativity ever has. I would go further to say my issue with the privilege discourse in the 2010s was really rife with allo and... amato(?) assumptions about people in general. Like those male privilege list that often had "not being shamed for having sex" as a "privilege" of being male which pretty much assumed side male would be interested in sex to begin with which... lead to a lot of problems for myself.

Actually, I'm going to go on a tangent and say that I'm glad that privilege lists seemed to have died out because boy howdy were they unironically problematic and probably did far more damage than anybody cares to admit. The concept of normativity is a lot better at explaining this sort of stuff since unlike the privilege discourse, does not assume that just because something is normative doesn't mean it's an actual benefit to the group that it's supposedly normative to.

And maybe perhaps that's the bigger issue I had with a lot of discourse in the past, a lot of it is framed as overly judgmental. I wonder if it's better to call toxic masculinity as masculinormative or something.

What I mean by this is like with amatonormativity, wanting to be in a romantic relationship isn't bad but putting your entire worth whether or not you have a SO can be. There are aspects of masculinity and femininity that aren't bad on their own but can be when they go out of control.

This can get really out of control when you realize we don't live in a vacuum so there's like a bazillion factors when taking into account this stuff so... argh.

And another thing that I've always suspected, but has made been more painfully obvious in Current Year is that a disturbing number of people use these terms not as discussion point but as an excuse just to shit on others. Yes, I'm including jokes about hetero people. It's like, I dunno, it feels so... I dunno. Empty I guess? Or maybe once you see the same joke again and again it just gets kind of... boring. Sure there's no such thing as originality but people aren't even putting their own spin on things. It feels like they're just being... bots.

Speaking of bots, it's very Current Year that both actual bots and human beings kinda spit out discourse for the sake of the Algorithm Deity.

So what the hell am I even trying to say here? I think that me being away from the Discourse has allowed me to see some things in a new light and I think some terms and lingo do have a purpose and is more than just trying to game the algorithm as I previous thought. With that being said though, with how the Algorithm Diety has more or less become an eldritch abomination that creators have to depend on unless they luck out in some shape or form it does make me think twice about using such terminology.

Although I think people who do use such terms aren't using it out of malice. Maybe they just don't know any better. I dunno. What the hell is this post anyway.

...Actually I know exactly what started this post, and it's pretty much because a very personal thing. It's because of I was thinking about parasocial stuff, right? Yeah. Like, people piss on parasocial as if it's a bad thing, but when in reality it's not. it can grow out of control yeah, but it can also be a benefit as long as both streamers and audience a like put a certain barrier they know they can't cross.

Yes it's about a certain kirin and what she said in a certain stream. But it's weird seeing some take it as a slam dunk on parasocials when more than anything she was looking out for her audience. I guess that's the frustrating part about being a fan of vtubers or streamers or... anything else really.

I guess you can't really deal with people who are looking for any reason to fight. Sometimes you really do have to ignore them in the end to "win." Even if pretty much any choice you do will lead with them thinking they have won, one decision can leave you with some peace of mind.

#ace notes #hello discourse my old friend #stream of consciousness post wee