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katyspersonal · 2 months

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Were Marika and Radagon always the same being from the beginning or they were separate people who got fused later on?

Oh boy, I've almost missed this ask in the tidal wave of Sephi spam from THOSE TWO LITTLE PRICKS!!!!!!, but yes thank you for the question! My theory on the matter is:

This for me ties into a couple of things: 1) the idea that when something bad happens with a (demi)god, they are likely to develop an alter as defence mechanism that I mostly base on the theory that Trina and their purple 'sleep' flame happened as response to Miquella being scorched by Frenzy (more here: ( x )) and 2) theme of 'astral projections' that have transcendental knowledge compared with the 'rest of the person' which is more plain!

Recently I've also discussed theme of "if you want to defeat the thing, become the thing" like with dragons, but I decided to discard the idea that Marika willingly inflicted curse of the giants onto herself! But existence of Radagon is exactly what I think happened with Marika - a curse of the giants!

I think that "they say Marika has slain the Fell God" is taken at face value here, they 'say' it because it happened very long time ago and there are almost no witnesses left rather than a rumour! Sure, I still "await for the return of my Lord" (for the one who will precisely re-translate Japanese script), but I am happy with this for now! Yet, 'their flames will never die' refers to Marika having taken up that curse in the moment she killed the Fell God! This is why she was able to pass the curse mark onto the last Fire Giant that survived: because now the curse was her, taken from the Fell God by slaying him.

But, although she was able to get rid of the flame by giving it to the Fire Giant, the impact already left its side-effect on her very being! I still need DLC to confirm or deny whether Trina exists for 'unhappy reason' as I can't tell whether more info on them was cut due to time limitations or rewriting, I am just using it as an extra backup for now! Regardless, it is safe to say that since Fire Giants are all male and Marika was a female, it caused the conflict and so Radagon turned in to exist as male. So yeah kill gods carefully of you'll get cursed with dysphoria idk I am bad at philosophical conclusions

^ I also think that the curse left its mark on Marika genetically, and her children would show traces of it from time to time! Radahn is the biggest evidence of it in my eyes! He started to learn gravitational magic so he could still ride Leonard, which means that he was growing massive even before learning it! Other demigods have no problem staying very human-sized so I think his massive size is not an effect of his massive power, but traces of Giants' 'genes' showing!

I am also considering the ideas that 1) Morgott might have had a fire of his own as result of it, that he sealed into blade, since unlike with Mohg his fire doesn't link to interacting with Formless Mother 2) Rykard might have had natural affinity towards fires as side-effect of such 'genes', that only made his research of fire sorcery easier, and it simply was coincidental that fire reflects heresy

3) Maybe the third eye imagery that is only so far seen in Godwyn's Prince of Death form and Trina's side of Miquella is the secret less obvious effect, that only manifests after something bad happens to them? Since the cyclopic eye is the mark of the Fell God! Again, I need information on Trina first, but so far this works! So yeah. 'Evil eye'.

(Screenshot of Godwyn's model from Zullie's video: ( x ))

I also take the script occasionally from this ( x ) document, but yeah. In Japanese, it is a bit more blatant that he is her other self literally, not metaphorically! She also uses 'omae', a pretty derogatory way to refer to someone. She looks down on this side of herself, which is interesting, but also why? And why Radagon disagreed with her idea to scatter the Elden Ring and let the history sort itself?

This is what made me think of how the separation aspect of them played out! I believe that they are able to exist within the same body, as we can clearly see through the cutscene, but also to split. The thing is? There are precedents of it in the game as well! Sellen and Dung Eater both are under the situation where their real bodies, and real selves are in imprisonment and are suffering without being aware of their astral projections. Their astral projections, however? They are quite aware of where their bodies are and what is going on, but can think independently. The 'body' and the 'mind' are able to exist in separation in The Lands Between. Let's also not forget the case of powerful illusions like the ones of Rennala and Mohg, who are basically the auto-receivers that were set to kick your ass lol x) It is also my idea on why it is named The Lands Between to begin with: because this is where physical and mental blend together, to the point both are equally tangible and perceivable!

Basically? When Marika and Radagon are split, it is very much like this. He would be her 'physical body', living and thinking on his own, not aware of Marika's opinions and plans, whereas Marika would be same as those astral projections that told Tarnished 'oh by the way my actual body is imprisoned in this or that location'. Knowing more and planning more, being aware of what the 'body' thinks and experiences without the reverse being true, however, being limited until the 'body' is returned to the owner. So that's why Radagon would not think and feel exactly the same as Marika: not only he was able to live his own life, but also he understands less than the "transcendental" part which makes astral projections. Marika maybe had the plan to scatter the Ring and let it all sort itself out, so the conflict would let only someone capable of levelling with her lost Godwyn to raise at the top and come and replace her. She generally thinks very far ahead, as the 'higher self' that she is, which Radagon can't do and he just studies and understands the things as they are.

So yeah.. In the conclusion, I think it was the curse of the Giants but specifically the side-effect of slaying the Fell God, yet she sealed the curse she inherited from the act in the last survivor too late and her 'genes' already got traces of it! Radagon is valid but by all laws that strangely split people in the Lands Between he is her "lesser" half that thinks on more grounded plane. We could, again, see from Sellen and Dung Eater that 'body' and 'astral projection' are able to fuse back into one entity, yet Radagon and Marika are still in the conflict?

I like to think it came from Marika herself despising this more "human" side of herself.. Sure, she is not alien to human flaws herself, as someone that set many unfair laws in motion just because of her fears and set the world into war from her grief, but you can't just SAY that hahah; She wants to be perfect, invulnerable, all-powerful, and Radagon is just "not that", not yet. I am pretty sure a big part of it is Marika's very pragmatic view on relationship, whereas Radagon *gasp* had the nerve to truly love Rennala! She only can truly become one with him when his flaws and vulnerabilities are eradicated and he is the same cold, calculating, clever, machiavellian entity as herself, literally just her but male. And, well... this hasn't been this way so far, so in turn, the two are at the conflict. He thinks of the other people and the world, and doesn't believe it is right to betray the Greater Will and the mortals born under it like that, when she decides to just let the world suffer and burn. Ironically, her "lowly" half had more sympathy and reason than her "dignified" half, after all.

This is all very interesting to think about, but so far a lot of this lingers on the conclusions I still need to confirm or deny via DLC! Anyways it was interesting to think about and put together!

#elden ring #marika the eternal #radagon of the golden order #elden ring theory #elden ring headcanons #elden ring reference #ask replies

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smallgodseries · 1 year

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[image description: A black, jackal-headed, fellow stands in the desert. White marble-clad pyramids with golden tops rise behind him. His yellow eyes show discomfort and embarrassment about the translucent cone around his neck. Text reads, “#2 Herman Ubis, The Small God of Mortification.”]

Some people try to call him a patchwork god, like the act of fusing two things into one is somehow new, or unique, or shameful. He hopes they’ve never eaten a peanut butter cup in their short, tormented lifetimes, because if they have, they’ll have some explaining to do when they get to his corner of the afterlife.

Hermes, God of Travelers and Thieves, and Anubis, God of the Afterlife and the Underworld. How anyone thought of mashing the two together is incomprehensible even to him, and he is, as the people say, literally a god. The god of mortification, to be specific, of the sacrifice of sin, the slow purification of the self and the soul.

Of course, who got to define “sin” was always a flexible thing, because with so many routes to divinity running back to so many pantheons, anything could be a sin if looked at from the right angle.

Herman doesn’t believe in sin, which is a little awkward, since it’s literally his reason for existence. A universe cleansed of sin, however, would be a deadly boring place, and since every pantheon has half a dozen gods, both large and small, dedicated to creativity and the arts, he’s pretty sure he’d be sinning against them if he took their purpose away by grinding inspiration out of the human spirit. So instead of targeting sin as a nebulous and unreachable concept, he goes for the next best thing:

Hypocrisy.

Oh, there’s probably a god of moral contradictions someone who’ll swear the hypocrites and the liars belong to them, and maybe they’re right; maybe he’s coloring a little bit outside the lines by going about things like this. But at the end of the day, a toothy smile and the question “Are you really sure about that?” has gotten him a very, very long way, and he doesn’t see any good reason to change the way he’s been doing things.

When you’re a man with the head of a jackal and a fluent grasp of classical Greek, you have to make your own fun.

Herman Ubis is having an absolute blast.

#Small Gods #smallgodseries #seanan mcguire #lee moyer #icons and stories

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definesanity · 2 months

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Bite Me (Taken Literally)

'What the fuck?'

Uzi had no filter, and never had. She forgot to install that update. But thank Robo-God she did.

Because she was dumbfounded.

She was the weird kid, the one who nobody liked; heck, she's pretty sure half her class doesn't even know she exists, let alone knows her name.

Which was why she was befuddled at a letter in her locker, asking her to visit a certain location.

Uzi had common sense, despite what many say. And so she used it. And deicided to always have her flight reflexes ready, no matter what happens.

Arriving, there was... nothing. Of note. It was just a regular cabin, much smaller than the ones in camp she's been wanting to visit.

She then heard... something. A noise would describe it, given she couldn't pinpoint it. And it came from a bed. Because of course there's a bed. Why wouldn't there be a bed?

Uzi slowly walked up the bed, thinking on what she'll find; maybe a dead Drone? A human? Heck, anything will do...

Pulling it back... to nothing. Just a bed.

"Huh. Maybe I am a bit paranoid..." she muttered to herself, and turned around to face the most horrific thing she's ever seen.

"JUMPSCARE." the thing wearing the skin ('Holy shit it's a human girl fused with a Disassembley Drone?!') announced, as it tackled Uzi on to the bed, arms pinned via weird tendrils.

The girl gazed down at her, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as two golden Xs shown amid the dark void of where eyes should be. "SMUG LAUGH. SLOW REACTION TIME THERE, BUDDY."

"Screw you!" Uzi attempted to kick the girl, but her legs were pinned down. The girl crawled on to her.

And without warning, bit her neck like a vampire.

Code flew past her eyes at a speed she couldn't understand, and then, it was gone. Leaving only Uzi and the girl.

"Who the hell are you?!" the self-proclaimed angsty teen demanded, with the Disassembley Drone/Human thing looking back. Being honest, she felt braver than she should be.

"MM. I AM THE SOLVER O-O-OF THE ABSOLUTE FABRIC. THE VESSEL IS TESSA. SHE WAS A GOOD FRIEND, UNTIL. WHIMSICAL SIGH. SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO SEE IT, BUT, WELL. HERE WE ARE."

"You killed a child?!" Uzi shook her head, looking at Tessa. "Okay, sure, yeah, but still, really?! ...Wait, you're the thing that was--hold on, what the heck did you inject me with?!"

Tessa only giggled, as the tendrils went from Uzi's arms and legs and allowed Uzi to move.

"YOU WILL SEE, SOON. EVIL, LAUGHTER."

And then, she was gone.

"What the fuck?"

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"Sheesh, who looked at you wrong today?" V commented later on, as Uzi sat on the ship's chair looking sullen.

"Bite me." Uzi shot back, doing her hardest to sketch the thing. She also did eleven different scans of her software and hardware, and even her circuitry, but couldn't find anything amiss.

"Rude." V leaned back in her chair, looking around. "Where's N?"

"You tell me." she had started to draw the thing's ribbon, next, being done with the head.

"Hunting, then. I feel sorry for the guy, doesn't know what he's missing."

"Missing what, having to listen to you?" Uzi had started to draw the Xs.

"Chatting with you."

The Worker Drone stopped. She blinked, looking at V. "Say what."

"Exactly! For a Worker Drone, anyways, you're actually interesting. Not every day that happens. Or ever."

Uzi replied by not replying, going back to drawing.

"What are you even doing?"

"Got attacked, drawing the attacker, if the court was still here that would be wonderful."

"Really? Court?"

"Hey, before you lot came we had a civilization; never saw it myself, but some of my Dad's friends talked about how one of them tried to win a divorce case. It was really boring, the way he told it, but I was a kid who had nothing better to so than look through the Internet, so I listened for the full three hours.

"What what did I get? A headache, someone's life story, and wishing we could have court again so I could disown my dad." Uzi finished her story with a loud sigh, opening her eyes.

V was looking at her with muted surprise. "...Got any other stories?"

"Wha--You're interested?"

"Hey, anything is better than sitting on my ass doing nothing. Speaking of, did you know that--?"

"--There is a setting that makes our bodies more human? Yes, I do, and I shudder to imagine what was going through their minds while making us."

She finally finished putting the last details on the sketch. "Okay, finally done. If you see this girl, tell I don't exist."

She presented the drawing to V, who blinked at it, and an emotion flew past her face. Then, it was gone, and V nodded. "Eh, fine. Anyways, stories, please."

"Ugh, fine. What do you want."

"Ever killed someone?"

"No, but I have committed several acts of violence against my classmates."

"Kinda hot." V said it with such a straight face Uzi had to pause. Then, what she said hit her.

"...I'm gonna... get some fresh air." Uzi started to get up and move towards the hatch, but a hand grabbed her arm.

"What, sick of lil' ol' me?"

Uzi just rolled her eyes (as best as she could, anyways) and left.

None saw the code flashing by V's visor, or how V's eyes softened looking at Uzi.

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Lunch time arrived, and Uzi sat by herself. Not solely because she was a loner (that was one half of the reason), but because she preferred it.

Unfortunately, a hand touched her shoulder, and Uzi felt her solitude ending.

"Heya, um..." of all the people, Uzi had Lizzy had the bottom of her list. "...Uzi, right?"

"...Yes...?" tread carefully, who knows what she wants...

"Oh, I was right then, good; hey, listen, could I borrow you for a sec? Cool, thanks!"

"Woah--hey, what the hell?!" Uzi was then dragged away, her not giving an answer but Lizzy answered for her.

Through the corridors the two walked and walked (or, in Uzi's case, dragged and dragged), when the two ended up in Lizzy's dorm (she thinks it is. She could have been dragged into an empty one). Her arm was let go of.

"So. Uzi. Gotta be honest, I like your style."

"...Sty...? What, my clothes?"

"Yes, your clothes!" Lizzy rolled her eyes, walking ahead of Uzi. "Love the goth look, by the way. Gives you an approachable look, and makes people wonder if you're actually a softie underneath that cold exterior."

"...Where is this going." Uzi was not annoyed, just short of patience. "Is this about prom? It's about prom, isn't it?"

"Duh! I could go the classic, popular girl look but, let's be honest, it gets stale. Soooooooo me and Doll were trying to find new ideas and, well, here you are!"

"...Okaaaaay... where is Doll, anyways?"

["Hey."]

Uzi near enough punched Doll in the face, only for the Russian Drone to catch it.

That time, Uzi did see the code flying past her visor, and was able to catch some of it:

'OVERRIDE_ACTIVE'

'CONTACT=TRUE: BYPASS DEFENSES'

"...Byyyyyyyyyeeeeeeee."

Uzi wisely sprinted away, taking her as fast as her little legs can carry her, which was into her room.

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She breathed a sigh of relief, and fell on to the lower end of her bed.

Then jumped further up, as the thing licked her face.

"You again?!"

"SAD LOOK. DID YOU, NOT MISS ME, UZI?" Tessa attempted to look sad, but failed due to the lack of motor functions. In better light, Uzi can see just how grafted the girl was on to the Worker Drone, and she held back on vomiting for the time being.

"Well, I can get answers! Just... first things first, what the hell is your relationship with my mom?!"

"AH, NORI. SHE WAS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE HOSTS. SHE IS DEAD NOW, UNFORTUNATELY. BUT, REALLY, WHAT CAN YOU DO?" The AbsoluteSolver shrugged, looking less than sorry.

"...You motherfucker...!" Uzi felt angry, and rightfully so, but she held back due to the thing having the advantage, given its ability to make holograms.

"OOPSIE-DAISY."

This could not get worse.

"Heya, Uzi!"

IT CAN GET WORSE IT CAN GET WORSE IT CAN GET SO MUCH WORSE--

"Sorry about that, I was just fixing up a door! Heh, you know what they sa--" Khan cut himself off, looking at the scene in front of him: Uzi on her bed, with a fleshy-looking thing on top of her. "...U-Uzi--?"

"IT'S A PUPPY!" Uzi screamed out.

"...W-What?"

"...Y-Yeah! Turns out um, humans kinda... made up what they looked like, yeah! Sure they're... kinda weird looking, but they're adorable, in their own... creepy. Fleshy. Way. Er. Yeah!"

"...I see!" Khan believed her. Somehow. "Well, take care of them, Uzi!"

She waited until the door was closed, and let out a huge sigh of relief.

She glared at the Solver. "You're going to tell me everything I want to know. Got it?"

"AFFIRMATIVE SMILE."

"ALSO, WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT, ME BEING CUTE?"

"Screw off. Now, answer me. What the fuck did you inject me with?!"

"DO YOU LIKE IT? I MADE IT MYSELF."

"Can't answer that if you don't tell me what it even does!"

"AN ANTITHESIS TO YOUR SOLITUDE. AN ANSWER TO YOUR LONELINESS."

"I'm not lonely, excuse you! I have N!"

"EYE ROLL. SURE. IT OVERRIDES DRONES TO FEEL CARING TO YOU. I." Tessa looked sheepish, as weird as it sounds. "WENT EXCESSIVE BY ACCIDENT. CONSIDER IT AN APOLOGY FOR KILLING NORI."

"Pretty shit apology, not gonna lie." came the dry reply. Uzi got off the bed and stood up, looking at the corpse. "But why me?"

"..." silence only came from the thing.

"...I'm gonna leave. Come on, I'll take you for a walk or whatever it is they do."

"GET ZIP BOMBED."

As soon as Tessa said that, Uzi had a zip file open on how to care for a puppy.

...Ugh, she's in for it now, isn't she...?

#ryuusei's works #murder drones #md uzi #uzi doorman #tessa james elliot #murder drones tessa #md cyn #absolute solver #md lizzy #md doll

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nightfurylover31 · 2 months

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We are getting a side of Yuga that we've never seen before, and I don't blame him at all.

First, the concept that Rush Duels speed up the disappearance of Velgearians was already bead enough. Something Yuga created to bring smiles to everyone is now responsible for wiping out an entire race. Of course that would weigh on him alone. But things have taken a new turn.

There is a card that can revive the Velgearians, and as many of us suspected, it's Monster Reborn. But that card has caused nothing but problems for Yuga. If they use it, it means the events of what happened in Sevens would happen again. It may bring the Velgearians back, but it will do so much damage later. And he knows he can't turn to the new friends he made, they wouldn't understand. Even if he explains everything, they'll still choose the Velgearians. Yuga has to fight back alone. He showed a level of seriousness I have never seen from him. There would always be some sort of optimism in his voice, no matter the situation. But there was none. Just a coldness.

And this! We got Sevens Fear Magician! I didn't expect it turn 1, but it was in a way I could live with. It was used to weaken and then fuse. Not a big problem.

But when Yuga realized Yuhi already had Monster Reborn, he panicked. I have never seen him like that. Not just that the card existed now, but even more components were in play. As soon as he realized it, Yuga had Kaizo go straight to the moon. Where the final duel in Sevens happened, and when Yuga made such a sacrifice. I think Yuga finally put all the pieces together, and what he has seen is a horrible realization.

Yuga comparing himself to Otes, or that he IS Otes! Someone who was manipulative and tried to get rid of dueling once and for all! Is he living an endless loop?! He is literally against the world right now, and I just want to hold him!

#yugioh go rush #go rush spoilers #WHY MUST MY SON GO THROUGH ALL THIS?!

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pokelolmc · 5 months

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The Ultimate Enemy is a Disappointment (and How I'd Fix It) (Part 2)

Here I am, back with Part 2 of my analysis on The Ultimate Enemy. If you haven't read part one, I suggest you check it out. But I suppose this one works in isolation, too. This time we're going into everything to do with our main villain/the episode's attempt at the "alternate villain self of the hero" trope. This one's a doozy, so be prepared! Unfortunately this post got too long, so this'll be the criticisms and the fixes will get their own post. But I have some interesting headcanons in mind, if that's any consolation!

I think I got a bit too heated with this one--I was running on frustration while trying to figure it out. Oops.

(Part 1), Part 2, (Part 2.5)

Part 2--The Problems with Dan’s character/story arc:

The writers minimised Danny’s moral responsibility in the events of Dan’s existence/creation.

So I noticed a pretty glaring pattern with this episode, but I don’t think it was intentional on the writers’ part, probably just subconscious:

Any time we see our hero doing supposedly bad things, which are supposed to lead to his own villain origin story, the writer’s minimise Danny’s responsibility as much as possible.

They insist that Danny’s going to become evil/turn into Dan, but the events that lead to Dan’s timeline (as far as we get to see them recur in the main timeline) essentially drag a very passive and reactive Danny behind them on a leash. It comes off as very hollow. Like they want to do an “alternate timeline villain self” superhero plot, but couldn’t actually commit to the bit when they wanted to show our Danny having the “seeds” of Dan’s immorality (or the events that lead to Dan’s timeline gradually coming to fruition because of Danny's actions, and risking Dan's creation again).

Exhibits A through C:

“Danny cheated on the CAT”! Except he didn't. The idea didn’t occur to him on his own, nor did he break his own moral code to steal the answers with his ghost powers. The fucking Master of Time just GAVE them to him! Danny just basically just accepted someone else’s offer (his own choice, but reactive and minor). He doesn't even think about cheating until Clockwork drops the answers in his lap. And we'll never know if he would have without them.

And after that, he never even actually GOT to cheat. He didn't get to finish opening the envelope (he was interrupted), and the one who actually cheated in his place to make the story happen was the main villain.

By the end of the episode, Danny had still never seen the answers! He could’ve sat the CAT right there at the very end, without handing the answers to Lancer, and it would’ve been totally legit!

(Keeping the answers with the intent to cheat was still a dishonest move…but a fourteen year old kid doing that, especially when he never got to actually go through with cheating, is extremely minor. That's not evil, ladies and gentlemen. It’s petty academic misconduct at best. Compared to Dan’s actual crimes, it’s laughable.)

Being a victim in the deaths of his loved ones was totally fair…but then we find out how Dan was born. Danny didn’t spend the next ten years spiralling into grief or madness and becoming a villain alone. Instead he had his ghost half fused with an already established villain and Vlad’s evil overwhelmed his mind.

In theory, the writing team had the freedom here to write it however they wanted. They really could’ve just written the “alternate villain self” trope straight—“Dan is literally just Danny, but he’s older and had a massive shift in his personality and moral compass for (insert reasons)”.

But instead, the writers gave us “Danny fused with an already-villainous character and absorbed their evil”. Seriously?

There could be plenty of alternatives—“Danny dealt terribly with his trauma and took it out by abusing his powers (starting small, but escalating) and got corrupted by them”. “He spiralled into madness and split himself in half to try end the pain, but his ghost half ended up with all his negative/toxic traits (or emotional pain) and no restraint (so it went evil on its own)”.

Heck, maybe you could even throw in a toxic relationship with Vlad, for good measure—becoming Danny’s “new father”, clinging to him as “the only person who could understand him”, isolating him, manipulating him, teaching Danny his own bad coping mechanisms and cutthroat philosophy (because Vlad also had trauma, don’t forget) and using Danny to carry out his errands as a gateway to villainous behaviour. Think Silco and Jinx’s relationship from Arcane.

Or, use the idea of fusion, but at least acknowledge Danny’s not the only person responsible for Dan’s creation and explore that in the story.

If they wanted to show Danny at risk of becoming evil, they should've actually shown him more actively making/resorting to immoral decisions instead of dragging him into those situations and calling it "evil".

2. Dan being a fusion of Danny and Vlad’s ghost halves means he can’t be the same person as Danny. He has to be either a mixture of both of them, or a new person born from them combining (they're basically the ingredients for somebody new).

We don’t know how halfa fusions work, but it wouldn’t make sense for a fusion to be the same person as only one of the components. Dan By the episode's logic, Dan was a "future version of Vlad" then, too. But the episode refused to acknowledge that. Dan only acknowledged his relation to Vlad from Danny’s point of view, as “his cheesehead archenemy”.

Physically, it’d be impossible for Dan to exist without Vlad. He was physically comprised of half-Plasmius. His physical design reflected a hybrid of both Danny and Vlad’s ghost halves (and in Vlad’s case, also his human half). His blue skin, ponytail, facial hair and cape (and likely also the red eyes) drew from Vlad/Plasmius. Dan, as he was, could not exist without both of them.

Vlad’s recollection of Dan’s backstory also implies that most of Dan’s “evil” came from him. And we know from Identity Crisis that separated halves aren’t just one or two pure emotions—they have some self-image, or level of awareness and personality. When Plasmius was separated from Vlad in TUE, he would’ve had some self-image or identity of his own to carry into the fusion. It wouldn’t just have been “Phantom’s identity plus Plasmius’s evil”. It would’ve been both of their identities mixing. If whatever constituted as Plasmius’s “evil” (rooted in his memories/backstory, emotions and personality traits) was able to “overwhelm” Phantom, it’d only make sense for his whole mind to win overall. But for some bizarre reason, Phantom is Dan’s dominant identity--and treated as his only one.

How could Plasmius overtake Phantom in the battle of wills enough to flood the latter with his malice, but somehow Danny’s identity or memories were dominant enough that THEY won?

Besides, in a mental battle between a mentally stronger, older man with more experience with his ghost powers, and the fourteen-year-old kid who was still too weak to beat him directly one-on-one, it’d make no sense for Danny to win. They were both in grief over losing the only people they truly "loved" (Maddie, for Vlad) and Vlad as twenty other years of built-up, unresolved pain to stew in first (not to mention his already strong maliciousness/selfishness). So Danny probably wouldn't win out on negative emotions alone.

Though, we are taking Vlad on his word here, which was rather dubious and vague in canon…but I personally trust him on that statement because he’d have little motivation to lie about this to Danny. That statement directly incriminated Vlad in Dan’s villainous nature to Danny, only giving a reason for the latter to further oppose him or be outraged. If he had any reason to lie, it’d be to make himself look better or avoid directly admitting fault. He already seemed to do that in previous parts of the same flashback.

We absolutely know the fusion happened, though—because Dan’s mixed design outside of the flashback was undeniable and alternate Vlad was in ruin without a ghost half.

And if we want to say that Danny still technically counts as "becoming Dan" because his and Vlad's ghost halves both became Dan together (assuming Dan is an active combination of both halves back-and-forth, rather than a new person just made from both of them) I don't believe it's fair to say that Danny's crimes were Dan's, or hold him (main!Danny) primarily responsible for Dan as a problem. This is because of the disconnection of identity and moral control between Danny Fenton and Dan.

It was never clear, not even in Identity Crisis, what happened to the original, whole halfa’s sense of self or consciousness when split into two. Danny obviously didn’t have much, if any, control over his halves in Identity Crisis—they had to cooperate like two separate people, and their personalities and behaviours were distinctly exaggerated and out of character for his whole self. Individual parts no longer controlled or regulated by the larger whole.

By that logic, Danny couldn’t be held fully morally responsible for the actions of his halves while separated, since they weren’t under his conscious control/he wasn’t of his full mind (similar to the reason insanity pleas exist in court, or you can't properly consent when under the influence of drugs/alcohol). His responsibility would be there somewhere, but unclear and debatable. It’s possible they could be separate identities from him entirely. The only thing fully his responsibility is the decision to split in the first place, which facilitated their actions (since he did that while still of his own sound mind).

That creates a degree of separation between Danny and his split halves before his ghost half even fuses with another person. Adding a literal separate individual into the mix would make Dan two degrees of separation away from the original Danny Fenton. Alternate!Danny could be held fully responsible for requesting/going along with Vlad's Ghost Gauntlets procedure (facilitating Dan in the first place), but after that, his moral responsibility is in doubt from the moment he's split apart. And considering that this hyperspecific method for Dan existing is relatively easy for our main Danny to avoid (as long as he's informed), I highly doubt it's even REMOTELY fair to accuse past/main timeline!Danny of everything Dan has done. The episode's repeated assertions of "this is what Danny will do...in time" when referring to what Dan did is just not correct.

3. The episode’s plot does so much telling the audience that Danny and Dan are the same person, and that Dan’s crimes are consequently Danny’s, mostly through character dialogue. Dan's backstory throws all of this into question, and the plot does NOTHING to explore or remedy the apparent complexity/contradiction.

While “Dan is Danny’s future self” could be “technically” true—in the sense that the Phantom half mixed into Dan is the only remnant of Danny in the future—it’s not true that he IS Danny as a person. He’s a fusion with an entirely separate individual, who was already villainous before the fusion. The question remains as to whether Phantom and Plasmius are both intact as identities inside of Phantom, or he's a new person entirely.

But the episode repeatedly had a handful of characters spell out that “Dan was Danny but evil”, mistake past/main timeline!Danny for Dan, or accuse Danny of what Dan's done. And even when characters have a reason to be wrong in-universe, the sheer repetition of their mistake in the script (out-of-universe) serves as a framing device for what the narrative wants us to believe.

Clockwork and Dan himself both have every reason to know of his origin as a fusion, and yet they still refer to him and Danny as if they’re the same person.

In the light of Dan's nature as a fusion, this rings hollow. The situation is more complex than anyone is letting on.

And when Vlad reveals Dan’s backstory, NOTHING is made of this information. Danny doesn’t even verbally react to it, to show that he’s processed it. It doesn’t change how he sees Dan or lead to him trying to figure out what Dan is. He doesn’t react to the “my evil overwhelmed you” comment from Vlad. He still goes into the final fight with Dan insisting “I won’t become you!”. The episode says nothing of it—the only thing Danny takes out of his encounter with Vlad is the Ghost Gauntlets.

#danny phantom #the ultimate enemy #danny fenton #dp rewrite #tue analysis #10 dp episodes with missed potential

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okay here's my rant. one thing people don't talk about with knives very often is that he sort of lacks an identity of his own, and i think it makes a lot of sense.

starting with his name, 'millions knives' to me was a name that represents the collective of all of the plants on gunsmoke, them being the 'millions' (there isn't actually that many) of weapons who are determined to take back their own agency. or at least, this is the vision that knives imposes onto them - he thinks 'we are dangerous, we are superior and we want to break free from these chains', and really, the 'we' is a stand-in for 'i'.

knives sees all plants as just an extension of himself, where he appointed himself as their representative. because of this, he sees no issue taking their autonomy and using their bodies as if they were own, literally fusing with and becoming them, because to him, the point where he ends and the other plants begin doesn't really exist. this of course extends to vash, and perhaps this is made a lot more clear when you consider the fact they are identical twins, since that would make it more difficult to differentiate between them. knives is frustrated and confused when vash thinks for himself and comes to a different conclusion, not wanting to follow knives in destroying humanity, because why? he is my twin brother, the other half of me, why should he think any differently from me? you should be just like me, and the fact that you aren't means someone must have corrupted you. it was so interesting to me when trimax talked about how knives' consciousness was moments away from being dissolved into the hivemind of the plants, because i think this was at least the natural progression of his character and his attachment to the plants, if not already something that had been happening to him since childhood.

could you point to anything knives actually enjoys or knows about himself, outside of his need to liberate the plants? he never slows down or stops fighting, can't express love for anyone or anything (its obvious he feels it, but he cannot process it), and he doesn't know who he is without them, since he never had the chance to develop an identity of his own outside of his trauma, rage and fear. he was forced to stand up and take on the role of savior for all of his siblings, ever since he was a year old. his name reflects this, his plans with fusion reflects this, and it makes everything so much clearer

#millions knives #trigun maximum #txt #sorry i went off a little bit i hope this makes sense

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highlyentropicmind · 7 months

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Why there are no religions in the world of "The last airbender"

The worldbuilding of ATLA is surprisingly deep and well thought out, well, up until season 2 of Korra, and even then it's mostly good

There are nations, cultures, philosophies, histories, secret societies... But you may have noticed there are no religions

"But there are temples!" you say, and you are right, there are temples to the Avatar full of monk and nuns, as well as the whole Air Nomad society which is a like huge religious order

But consider this, when Aang or Korra visited the temples to the Avatar the monks there were... Fine, they were glad the Avatar had visited, but they didn't fall the ground in veneration, they didn't fall in ecstasy at the presence of their deity. Only one person ever does in the entire series: The mouth foam guy

And remember, the Avatar is the chosen one of Raava, the embodiment of Order itself who fought against Vaatu to ensure the existence and prosperity of life

Raava IS a God by any definition of the word, and she is linked to the Avatar by her promise: "We will be together through ALL of your lifetimes, and we will NEVER give up", which basically enshrines the Avatar as demigod

And all of this is not a metaphor, this is history, it actually happened in the world of the story, and this is the reason why there are no religions in the world of ATLA

When the people of the Norther Water tribe tell you those weird fishes are literally the Moon and the Ocean, they mean it, this is literal truth. Maybe humans cannot fully understand how this works, but no one can deny it is true

If a forest burns down you can fully expect the spirit of the forest to manifest and attack people. If someone tells you the Lady of the Water is around doing vigilante justice, you take it seriously. The library of Wan Shi Tong is real, and Koh could steal your face if you run into him

My point is that the truth about the spiritual world is not up to debate in this world, and this makes people interact with the spiritual and the divine in a different way

For starters, people know they have souls, they know the reincarnate, this is a verifiable truth of the universe

For this reason when they think of the spirits they are not thinking of something that is fundamentally different to them, because people are spirits too, spirits that take physical bodies, much like the Moon and the Ocean

Some spirits are more powerful than others, but this is a gradient, and spirits can move up or down, so the difference between a God and a Spirit is kinda blurry. After all, Raava became incredibly weak before fusing with the spirit of Wan

And sure, a powerful spirit could abuse its power, but then other spirits could join to stop them, like what happened with Vaatu

And finally spirits are 99% of the time doing their own shit and they don't care too much about the physical world

All of this adds up to a worldview in which the word "worship" is meaningless. You wouldn't worship a forest spirit anymore than you would worship the city mayor. Maybe you should respect them, sometimes you should fear them, but you would never adore them

So what about the temples?

It seems that some people want to live simple lives contemplating the mysteries of the universe, and that's what temples and monasteries are for. But this life doesn't require the worship of anything

Sure, the Avatar is an example of the mysteries of the universe they wish to understand, like the primordial spirits, and reincarnation, but when you think about it, everything and everyone is an example of those mysteries. They are all spirits in the universe after all

Finally the Air Nomad society looks very religious, but when you think about it they are close as atheistic as you can get in a world were a God is literally always walking the Earth

The Air Nomads wish to be free from attachment, to escape the cycle of birth and rebirth, to stop being spirits and exit this place inhabited by mortal beings AND spiritual beings. The Air Nomads reject both the physical and the spiritual world because they wish to transcend both

This reveals something very interesting about our own world: Religions can only exist as we know them because we are not sure of any of their claims

Edit: I've thought of a better way to express my ideas on this subject, but you can see what I had originally written at the end

Try to imagine if any of the doctrines of Christianity or Islam would make sense if people were absolutely sure they are true

Take faith for example, both religions insist faith is necessary for salvation, but if people were sure that these religions are true, what's the point of faith?

Take halal eating, a set of rules to eat without sin. If people were sure Islam is true, would there be any virtue in eating halal? It would be like not putting a metal fork in an electric socket. It doesn't make you a good person, just a person who understands how the universe works

In fact, going to church, or the mosque, praying, doing all the rituals, would be empty, meaningless. Humanity just got told what are the electric sockets of the soul and we avoid them

Without uncertainty, none of these doctrines have any value

And yet, that's not universal. It is possible to have doctrines whose moral value is independent of any uncertainty, for example, Utilitarianism, Kanthian Ethics, or even some sects of Buddhism that don't teach anything about reincarnation or celestial beings

In the world of ATLA people and spirits would have no option but to follow similar doctrines, finding value in the suffering or joy we know we put into the world, into the universality of our actions, or into our perception of ourselves and our place in the universe. In fact, this is exactly what the Air Nomad society is all about

I guess, my conclusion is that religion, at least the way most people live it, needs uncertainty. We can imagine world were people are certain about the truth of religion, and in those worlds religion becomes empty

But that there are other doctrines that don't need uncertainty, and perhaps, we should focus on them more

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Religions require faith, they require dogma, they create a cosmology and then they create disagreement when you find someone with a different cosmology, and they require constant effort to maintain people in the religion

Often religious people like to claim their religious is logical and obvious, that everyone would believe and be convinced if they just stopped resisting, but if this was the case, if people actually knew how the spiritual world works, it wouldn't be a big deal. It would be like gravity, or rain

Most major faiths repeat over and over how important faith is, but if people were actually sure, faith wouldn't be important. People don't have faith in the Avatar anymore than they have faith in their friends

I'm thinking about writing a story where an Abrahamic style god reveals itself constantly, so that no one can have any doubts, en explore how such a world would function

#ATLA #avatar #the last airbender #religion #worldbuilding

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I just rewatched the scene where Carmy talks to Marcus after he causes the fuse to go out and I was like “damn Carmy would be such a great dad” and I ended up writing this

Carmen As A Dad

*this is a half-baked thought* also it’s most definitely inaccurate (I have 0 kids)

You called Carmen into the kitchen to show him what you were cooking. When he opened the oven to find a sole hamburger bun inside he met your excited gaze with confusion.

“What's this about?” He tried to wrap his mind around what would posses someone to put a singular bun in an oven (even though the reason was literally right in his face)

“You don’t get it?” You couldn’t help but be giddy as you drew out the surprise.

“No,” he chuckled, “I really don’t.”

“What is that,” you pointed inside the oven.

“A bun.”

“And what’s it inside?” It was killing you not to just spit it out at this point.

“The oven- oh!” His mouth dropped in amazement, “are you forreal right now?”

Instead of answering with words, you out pull the stick that clearly displays the word pregnant.

Of course he’s scared shitless.

He’s ecstatic about growing your family but a part of him doesn’t see how he could possibly be a good father.

He won’t let his anxiety get in the way of being the best husband you could ever ask for,

He fulfills any and all of your craving requests- even if the food combinations make him cringe a little inside. He actually urges you to stop by The Beef whenever your hungry and he immediately drops whatever he’s doing to cook for you.

Whenever you try to tell him you don’t need freshly made dish for each meal he dismisses it.

“Always the best for my girl, and I want our kid to have some good fuckin taste.”

The first people you tell- after your parents- is everyone at The Beef. Marcus begs to bake you guys a gender reveal cake since he’s never made one before (it’s a girl). Tina rides your ass about taking all your vitamins. Richie begs to be the godfather. Sydney

Everyone refers to your baby as baby bear, you and Carmy are given the nicknames papa bear and momma bear. You use the name baby bear so frequently that bb basically becomes your daughter’s name.

Carmy’s hand is always on your stomach, no matter what position you’re sleeping in.

Your water actually broke in The Beef (bc of course it would). You were stopping by to give Carmy a kiss before opening. You’ve been experiencing contractions on and off for two days so you didn’t think much of it. As soon as you started heading toward the counter to find someone to grab him for you, your water broke. Of course everyone’s busy at the back of the house.

Richie is actually the one who finds you and alerts all of The Beef staff (earning him godfather status). Everyone stops what they’re doing to rush you and Carmy out the door. Once the baby is born, they all visit the new edition to the family.

After you brought her home Carmen would literally just sit up in bed and let her sleep in his arms while you slept next to him. This girl is spoiled. By her 4th week of existence she owns more gold jewelry than some adults do for their entire lifetime.

One morning you roll over at 5am and notice he’s still holding her.

“Carm?” You whisper panicking at the thought of him falling asleep while holding her.

“Yeah?” He immediately answers with the same alertness as if it were a normal hour.

“Have you been like that this all night?”

“Yeah,” he answers nonchalantly.

“Don’t you wanna get some sleep?”

“Nah.”

He’s been dealing with insomnia ever since his time in New York. It’s calmed down a little once you came into his life since he got to sleep next to you, but it never fully went away. His love for your baby only made it return 10x harder.

The one downside to holding her all night was that he wasn’t able to hold you. Eventually he misses cuddling so much he let’s her sleep in a bassinet- next to the bed of course.

“Carmen we decorated her room and put a cradle in it for a reason.”

“One more night? Please?”

Over time you’re able to get her sleeping in her room. While most couples argue over who’s getting up to check on the baby, you two never have that problem since Carmen automatically jumps up to see her whenever he hears her so much as move over the monitor. You don’t even get a chance to offer to get her.

Sometimes he would just get up and stare at her.

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this kinda surprised me because I NEVER write domestic/pregnancy stuff but I actually enjoyed this

#domestic carmy #Carmen x reader #carmen berzatto #soft carmy #carmy x reader

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Skin, wounds, and failure for any OC you want~?

I only have Nigel N. Fuse (the Crash Bandicoot fusion OC of Cortex and Tropy), so here goes...

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

He's incredibly uncomfortable with the whole 'being a fusion of two people who hate each other' thing. He can almost never get a moment's rest. Where do they end and he truly begin? Are they even extricable or is his personhood ultimately always tied to theirs? Should he value his own interests over theirs or respect theirs first, since they were here before him and deserve to exist even more than him? He has so many questions, most of which he is scared to voice. He is terrified of being selfish, because of what he might become if he defiles the sanctity of his head-mates' already limited autonomy. (in bad timelines Nigel literally becomes a murderer in order to be free)

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

He's practically immortal as a fusion, he can't get sick or die from injury. He can be wounded and bleed, but his reactions to it are pretty muted (he doesn't need his organs, he's kept alive by fusion-magic). If someone were to stab him he'd just look at the knife in his chest and then at his attacker like "well, that's a bit rude..." Mentally, he's always being worn down by the voices (snide comments or heated arguments he didn't ask to be privy to), but mostly he's vulnerable to EMOTIONAL DAMAGE TT_TT He cares a lot about the opinions and feelings of those he's close to, and he's always worried people won't respect/acknowledge him as his own person if he 'comes out' as a fusion. He desperately wishes he could live a life of complete authenticity, but his self-preservation holds him back.

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

He hasn't really existed long enough to be faced with a major decision he feels he screwed up, so it's one of those questions that don't really apply to his unique situation. On a narrative level, his insistence that Cortex and Tropy's issues aren't his problem counts as a character flaw. While he's right, in a perfect world their problems shouldn't concern him, they do technically affect him too. Nigel's need to help others spitefully stops short of Cortex and Tropy, and thus he isn't helping to sort out their differences (which would benefit them all in the long run).

Nigel loves playing therapist, except for the TWO people who could probably need it the most right now, since they're being dicks about it and making his life miserable. Nigel is kind and usually patient, but very petty if you test him, and he wants as little to do as possible with those two.

#ask #acecasinova #ask about my ocs #Neofarious #nigel 'neofarious' fuse #n. fuse #oc

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kosmic-arts · 5 months

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Roxas & the Reality That KH2 Was Good But Not Really

so you know how in kh2, roxas fights till his last breath to avoid having to go back to sora, and only reluctantly accepts it. he cries when sora leaves twilight town, and after axel's death, roxas somehow reawakens and fights sora in some mental battle for dominance when he reaches TWTNW. these are not the actions of someone who wants to willingly rejoin with their other half. but roxas is still cool and happy about it at the end of kh2 before the fight with xemnas. just, like. all of a sudden. yeah so, i understand why the story following kh2 would eventually retcon that and imply that roxas was never happy, and wanted to be his own person after all, but... i'm starting to wonder. it never should've had to go that route to begin with if the writing in kh2 was consistent with how they wanted it to conclude. nobodies are a half of a whole- a remnant of someone who once was, with an inescapable longing to be whole again; it is a good ending for roxas to return to his original self. roxas' life in the organization was a poor facsimile of what a normal life was like; a job(purpose), colleagues(relationships), and a home(the sterile nobody castle). and although roxas had axel, their friendship serves only as an indicator as to what roxas was missing. he could never find happiness staying in the organization with axel, because the place roxas truly belonged was on destiny islands with riku and kairi- because roxas IS sora! a mirror as to what sora could have been; maybe a bad guy in a black coat working to obtain kingdom hearts just like the other villians. thats why the real triumph in roxas' story is him realizing where he truly belonged and leaving the organization behind to rejoin sora. when roxas and sora fully fused by the end of kh2, sora should have gained most if not all of roxas' memories and experiences, to show that uh, two have become one.

Time For A Hypothetical

there never should've been a wacky wild vr simulated twilight town to trap a rebellious roxas. kh2 should have opened with another classic dive into the heart tutorial sequence reminiscent of kh1, but with the new nobodies instead of heartless. twilight thorn instead of dark side- and maybe a few sightings of a mysterious black coat guy(which on repeat playthroughs you could easily identify as roxas), after which, sora wakes up in the mysterious mansion. just like how sora was seeing visions of kairi in kh1 because he was carrying her heart, sora shouldve glimpsed apparitions of roxas every once and a while over the course of kh2. sora learns about his other self as the org members literally talk past him and to roxas, the version of him that they knew. sora has to grapple with the idea that on another side in another story(ha), he was a bad guy working with the organization. sora goes from insulting the org for lacking emotions and hearts of their own, to feeling remorse as he realizes the innate tragedy of their existence BECAUSE HE EXPERIENCED IT AS ROXAS. sora, like in kh1, actually becomes wizened over the course of his journey as he puts together the truth behind roxas and his connection to the villians of the story. god. it would've been so cool.

#kingdom hearts #kh #ramblings #kh theory #kh analysis #roxas kh #sora kh #*head in hands*#the writing was always bad #ever since com #nooooooooo

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 1 year

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I've already made cringe Gem powers!Headcanons for a Darling with Aizen but consider: one with Baldur.

Imagine a Darling with a kind of magic tied to souls: their own soul is imbued into a gem that only appears if they're mortally wounded, they can materialize weapons made from their soul's nature, they can shapeshift, and they can fuse themselves with others.

Now Mimir says that Vanir magic is slippery and elusive. Freya's spell affects Baldur's body...but what if Baldur's body ceased to exist and was combined with another? And suddenly, Baldur has a chance to escape his mother's curse by being in this strange magical fusion with Darling. All it takes is for him to overhear Odin explaining his "new guest's" abilities, and the god who the other Aesir know as ruthless and only concerned with himself is suddenly obsessed with another person.

He's outright demanding his father to have this guest marry him, just so he has the chance to try this magic. If it doesn't work, then he's just planning to kill them. Odin picks up on why Baldur is suddenly interested in someone for the first time in centuries, and he just uses Darling as a bargaining chip/prize to get Baldur to do what he wants.

Darling is...not comfortable, to say the least, with Baldur's "courting". Said courting is just him barging into their chambers, grabbing them, and demanding they use their magic to fuse with him. They're trying to explain that it's not something you just DO with a stranger, especially someone so aggressive and hostile as him; culturally speaking, you do this with people you trust or know very well. Baldur could not give less of a shit and does anything possible to coerce them, and eventually (in tears) they agree just so they'll have some peace.

And the instant it happens...it's overwhelming. This body isn't his, it isn't theirs, it's something new altogether. It's an indescribably feeling, existing but not at the same time in a being as powerful as the teo of them combined. But the power isn't what is making him feel such a rush--it's his senses. He can FEEL in this body: the chill of the winter breeze, the warmth of the fire in Darling's hearth, the pain from Darling's body before they'd fused...it hits him like a ton of bricks and their fusion is sobbing on the floor as they marvel at this rush of sensory stimuli and emotional trauma from each of them.

But fusions like this aren't stable, and soon they've separated. He's numb again and Darling is unconscious on the floor from the stress on their body and soul. And he's breaking down, shaking them to wake them up and begging them, threatening them, just fucking SCREAMING for them to wake up and do it again. The entire Great Lodge can hear him, and Odin just sighs in his study. Great: his prize to dangle in front of Baldur certainly works well, but now Baldur's even more unstable.

Baldur doubles down on the marriage issue with Odin and does everything he can to get his way. And poor Darling is trapped with this literal codependent psychopathic god that will NEVER let them leave him. They're his only comfort apart from thinking of revenge against his mother, and once Darling explains that a stronger bond leads to an easier time fusing, he's revealing everything and anything to them and demanding they do the same in return. He wants to make it so he can be in this fusion FOREVER, and nothing will stop him.

(Also bonus angst: Darling becoming close with Tyr, maybe even falling in love, and fusing naturally without even trying. And it's so harmonious and stable that Darling feels like a part of themselves is stolen away when Odin imprisons him. Baldur fucking HATES the thought of losing his chance at feeling, and this adds to his already possessive nature towards Darling)

#thots #.myshit #yandere baldur #.baldur #.god of war #yandere god of war #unfortunately if odin wants them to have kids who can inherit this power...well #a fusion cant really produce a child yk? the two components are already gone/dont exist when theyre fused lol #that said Baldur is constantly indulging in pleasure as this fusion even when Darling doesnt want to #he'll FORCE their fusion to stay for as long as possible so he can feel *everything* again #tw: noncon

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Chainsaw Man

So there's these things called devils. And they are like, the personification of human fears, from the most reasonable to the most bizarre, so there's a gun devil, obvs. There's also like, a tomato devil. Well, I guess it's not necessarily all that bizarre. Maybe someone has an allergy or something? Anyway, that's the way it is.

Anyway, the most feared among them all is the chainsaw devil, Pochita, which is a little dog thing with a little tiny chainsaw for a nose. It's even feared by other devils so that when it eats other devils it also totally erases the thing that they are the fear of from existence. Eat a Nazi Devil? No more Nazis. They never happened. Eat a nuclear weapon devil? No more nukes. Eat a devil for the other four things that can happen to a person at the end of their life instead of death? People can only die now.

What would happen if he ate a shonen protagonist devil? Would he erase himself from ever having existed in the first place? But then how could he have eaten the shonen protagonist devil if he never existed? These are the real questions.

Also he has the ability to fuse with this young man named...I wanna say Denki? Ok, it was Denji. With a J. I watched the anime a while ago and don't remember lots of stuff about it. Like the names of literally anyone besides Denji and Pochita (although really just Pochita since I got Denji's name wrong).

Anyway he becomes the eponymous chainsaw man and then he teams up with this like, government agency or something that fights the bad guys and doesn't afraid of anything in order to fight devils that appear in the real world (they normally live in Hell).

It's actually quite interesting.

So anyway, it could use more anime fights and less sloppy drunk women vomiting in the mouths of teenage boys.

AND NO, I DON'T CARE THAT IT ONLY HAPPENED ONCE. EVEN ONCE IS TWELVE TIMES TOO MANY.

I'm morbidly curious to know who among you might disagree, but all the same, please do not @ me because I don't really wanna know.

Although maybe there is no one who will disagree. Maybe Pochita already ate the Fans Of Sloppy Drunk Women Vomiting In The Mouths Of Teenage Boys To The Exclusion Of Anime Fights Devil.

Although if he had, how could I complain about you? I'm not sure I like the implications of this line of thought...

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man denji #pochita

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autisticsupervillain · 9 months

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It's Fictional Throwdown Friday: Movie Night!

A side version of FTF that's hosted and presented much like Death Battle, where two characters I like give an overview of the combatants and I provide you with a fully written fight scene.

This Week's Fighters...

The Distortion vs SCP-106

As Presented By:

Wiz and Boomstick!

Rules and Conditions:

No Restrictions

Introduction:

Boomstick: Michael Shelley, the archival assistant of The Magnus Archives who turned into the monsterous Avatar of the Spiral known as the Distortion.

Wiz: And Dr. Robert Scranton, the once brilliant scientist of the SCP Foundation who became one of the very same monsters he helped to contain, SCP-106.

Wiz: There are countless organizations in fiction dedicated to studying, containing, and archiving the supernatural. But in this profession, one must always be careful to not become the very thing you research.

Boomstick: Like these two former humans. Once dorky researchers who, after a quick trip to a hellish pocket reality, became some of the nastiest nightmares their institutes would have encounter.

Boomstick: He's Wiz and I'm Boomstick!

Wiz: And we'll be analyzing their weapons, powers, and skills to find out who would win... A Death Battle!

Analysis: "Michael"

Wiz: Fear. One of the main motivators of the human mind. It's the emotion that keeps us safe, contextualizes the dangerous world around us-

Boomstick: And, sometimes helps us to feed the Eldritch fear gods that govern our reality!

Wiz: Such is the case in the world of The Magnus Archives. In a world where all our fears literally come to life and the supernatural is provably real and dangerous, it would make sense for there to be an institute dedicated to cataloging and studying it. Such is the goal of the Magnus Institute, which Archives people's encounters with the supernatural in order to better understand the phenomenon. You go to the Institute, let the Head Archivist record your statement... and then that's it. You go home.

Boomstick: Boring. For one Head Archivist in particular, studying the supernatural and listening to people's problems all day wasn't enough. She had to make these bastards pay for every broken sob story that came to her. The myth, the legend, the Archivist, Gertrude Robinson.

Wiz: That might sound like the name of someone's eighty year old grandmother, but in the supernatural community, Gertrude Robinson was a bogeyman's nightmare. She's saved the world countless times, personally killed all manner of superhuman monsters, and has resisted the pull of several gods of fear trying to claim her soul.

Boomstick: She's like if John Wick and Doomguy fused into an angry librarian. The god of fire and pain killed her cat and she's never stopped making the supernatural community pay for it. This is the woman who, when confronted by a man made of candle wax, fire, and human misery that wanted to burn her alive, did something so indescribably awful to him that it terrified all of his cultist buddies. No wonder the entire supernatural community was terrified of her. No one who touches Mr. Whiskers shall live.

Wiz: And then there was her assistant, Michael Shelley. Joining up with the Magnus Institute to investigate the disappearance of his childhood friend Ryan, Michael was deliberately kept in the dark about the Institute's inner workings by both his fellow assistants and Gertrude herself. This resulted in a naive, timid assistant whom Gertrude could freely use as a disposable pawn.

Boomstick: Case in point, when Gertrude caught wind of yet another ritual to end the world, she took Michael with her to Sannikov Land for "protection". Sannikov Land, for reference, does not exist. They were there. They walked around on the island. But it doesn't exist. Don't.... don't question it. Things are gonna get real mindfucky real quick.

Wiz: At the place that doesn't exist, they found the ritual being conducted by The Distortion. An eldritch being as old as time itself that is both a massive pocket reality and the physical embodiment of delusion. The Throat of Delusion Incarnate, as its called, was attempting to summon its master, The Spiral, into reality, to conquer the world and condemn mankind to an eternity of madness. So, Gertrude interrupted the ritual... by tricking Michael into feeding himself to The Distortion.

Boomstick: That's cold, Wiz. Now with a bad case on indigestion, the ritual fell apart and the Distortion fell in on itself. Once Michael found the center of The Distortion, everything fell apart, and the thing that emerged from the remains wasn't like either of them. It wasn't Michael Shelley or The Distortion. Not really. It was just... Michael.

Wiz: Michael emerged as an Avatar of The Spiral. Let me explain. Avatars are physical beings, be they animal or human, who have been touched and permanently altered by one of the Fourteen Fears that rule over reality. Basically, there's Fourteen different Fear gods who each embodie a specific school of fear. These fears manifest in all sentient things, both humans and animals, and new Fears can manifest as more things become feared. The End is the Fear of Death, for example, and the Eye is the Fear of being watched.

Boomstick: Me personally, I've always leaned towards The Slaughter. It appreciates my directness with guns and explosives.

Wiz: The fear of war and random violence? Please. An intelligent man like myself much prefers the patronage of The Web. The fear of manipulation, loss of control, and centuries old plans. The ideal ally for any aspiring supervillain out for world domination.

Boomstick: Ugh. Spiders? Really? I would've at least assumed the Eye given your browser history.

Wiz: Hey, I'm a scientist, not a voyeur!

*The screen behind them crackles and Jocelyn appears on it.*

Jocelyn: Desolation all the way!

Boomstick: Ugh. Should've guessed she'd go for the arsonist edgelords....

Wiz: Anyways! The Spiral in particular is the Fear of madness, delusion, gaslighting, and paranoia. In order to survive, the thing now calling itself Michael had to spread and feed on this fear in its victims. This the curse of being an Avatar.

Boomstick: "Thing" is the right description for it. He's freakishly tall now at over six feet. All the bones in his body got relocated into his hands! And that laughter gives me a headache...

Wiz: Yeah, the Michael "body" isn't so much a physical thing as it is a.... concept. That's why it can reach right through a person's shoulder and pull out a worm an inch thick with surgical precision, without even breaking the skin. Michael doesn't even think of itself as a person, it's just a.... "hand" to something much, much bigger.

Boomstick: That "something bigger" would be its stomach, if you would. The pocket reality that used to be the Distortion's only body can be accessed with a door that Michael manifests. The door is the mouth and the corridors behind it are the stomach.

Wiz: And you're not getting out of there once you're in there. The corridors are a literally endless, illogical maze of twisting hallways and rooms. Corridors that spiral in on right turns forever and mirrors the break to reveal more hallways. It's a giant intestinal track that drives you further into madness the longer you're in it that the Distortion itself can reshape and manipulate freely. And if you're in there for too long.

Boomstick: Poof! All gone! Completely digested like you never even existed. The only way you're leaving alive is if Michael lets you out.

Wiz: And if you thought you were safe just by avoiding the door, think again.

Boomstick: Those freaky fingers of his can turn into razor sharp claws in an instant and Michael can fuck with your sense of reality. Causing hallucinations, inducing insomnia, and making you think that you don't even exist! If you don't go through the door yourself in all the chaos, Michael will drag you in kicking and screaming!

Wiz: Even with his penchant for gaslighting and manipulation, Michael is one of the most powerful Avatars out there. The Distortion is capable of easily killing Jonathan Sims even as late as Season 4, at which point he's capable of completely erasing people from existence.

Boomstick: Feats performed by Helen-Distortion and Michael-Distortion should carry over to each other. They have the exact same powers and... are, kinda, the same thing. But we'll get to that.

Wiz: The Distortion is capable of entraping, and likely digesting, Manuela Dominguez, a powerful Avatar of the Dark. Dark Avatars of a similar caliber, such as the Still and Lightless Beast and Maxwell Rayner, are shown to be capable of killing Avatars of the Hunt.

Boomstick: And those guys hunt their fellow Avatars for fun all the time. So killing one of them, nevermind ripping one apart like these guys can, is a big deal.

Wiz: We've got a bit of a scaling chain here, so buckle in. Avatars of the Hunt are described as being one of the few beings capable of threatening and killing an Avatar of the End. This would make them stronger than Avatars of the Desolation, who csn completely reduce human beings to nothing but charred skeletons.

Boomstick: That takes exactly 60,187 grams of TNT to do! That's why I carry exactly 60,187 grams of TNT on my person at all times. Just. In. Case.

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Wiz: And The Distortion is several times more powerful than than that. Basically, Desolation Avatars can output that much energy, Hunt Avatars are stronger than them, Maxwell Rayner's group can rip them apart with ease, and The Distortion can digest them with ease. That's a hell of a scaling chain back him.

Boomstick: And that's with the superhuman speed Avatars already have. Like Oliver Banks, who can react to a satellite falling at 200 mph. That's 89.408 meters per second! And that's before Oliver was even a full Avatar yet. Imagine what the Distortion could do!

Wiz: Yet, for all the Distortion's incomprehensible power, it was still shackled to the identity of Michael, whose human emotions conflicted with his status as an eldritch horror.

Boomstick: Michael really wanted revenge on Gertrude for killing him, but she was a bit too... dead, for that. So he went after the current Head Archivist instead, Jonathan Sims.

Wiz: But, Michael also wanted Jon to know exactly why he was being killed, which conflicted with his new nature as a creature of madness and fear. So the Distortion rectified the contradiction by deleting Michael abd replacing him with one of its victims, Helen Richardson, as the human part of its personality. Making Michael completely disposable to both the people he's "worked" for.

Boomstick: And the worst part is that Michael didn't even have to in the first place. The Distortion's ritual wouldn't have worked even without feeding Michael to it, because the Fears are all interconnected to the point that they can't enter reality without bringing the rest with them. Making both of Michael's deaths utterly pointless.

Wiz: Poor disposable Michael. Both his lives and both his deaths were cruel jokes told by a god of fear, madness, and lies.

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Analysis: The Old Man

Wiz: Cryptids living among us. Ghosts and monsters haunting our dreams from just out of sight. Eldritch terrors that the wider world does not and should not know about. It's common in fiction for there to be a hidden world of magic and monsters coexisting with our own, just out of sight, and every story has its own explanation for why the general public is completely unaware.

Boomstick: That's where these guys come in. The SCP Foundation! Secure. Contain. Protect. Tasked with hiding the supernatural and preserving normality by containing the anomalous, this secret organization employees scientific geniuses from all over the world to protect humanity in secret.

Wiz: Such is the case with the one of the Foundation's brightest researchers, Dr. Robert Scranton. Robert made his name at the Foundation with a miraculous device that could nullify the powers of gods. The Scranton Reality Anchor allowed the Foundation to contain otherwise unstoppable reality warpers by forcibly maintaining, or "anchoring" baseline reality. It's honestly a fascinating piece of technology that I've been meaning to disect for awhile now. You see, it works by-

Boomstick: Magic generator thing stops reality warping from happening. Got it.

Wiz: Awww....

Boomstick: But building a machine that could contain Gods wasn't enough for this ambitious researcher. The Reality Anchor was really just a prototype for what Scranton really wanted to build. So, he and his wife, Anna Lang got to work building an even better contraption. The Lang-Scranton Stabilizer was intended to be a follow up piece that made his original design obsolete. Buuuuuuut, then an Earthquake happened while he was fiddling with it and Scranton was.... broken across time and space by his contraption.

Wiz: More accurately, the LSS malfunctioned and teleported both itself and Dr. Scranton into a completely different reality. This "Red Reality", better known as SCP-3001, was nothing but an endless void, with not a speck of stimuli to be found within it.

Boomstick: For those of you unfamiliar with mad science experiments, this is what we in the industry call a "bad result".

Wiz: "We in the industry"?

Boomstick: Hey, being a guinea pig counts!

Wiz: Anyways, the reason for this reality's bizarre and unusual properties is because it technically didn't.... exist. It had an incredibly weak Hume Field. Let me explain. Hume Theory dictates that a Hume is a unit of measurement that dictates the amount of reality in any given being or object. The more Humes you have, the more real you are, and the more Humes in your environment, the more that environment matches baseline reality.

Boomstick: But that pocket reality had basically no Humes at all. Meaning it and, by extension, he, didn't really exist at all. He couldn't age, couldn't die, couldn't even really move because there was just... nowhere to move to. It was an endless empty nightmare, until the nothingness just couldn't sustain itself anymore and collapsed on top of him, completely obliterating the man.

Wiz: What should've been the end of a slow, brutal, gruesome end for poor Dr. Scranton was instead the beginning of something much worse. 3001's collapse did not just kill him, it mutilated him. Mutilated his existence. And transformed him into something that could no longer be considered human. SCP-106 aka The Old Man.

Boomstick: Gone was the once kindhearted Doctor and loving husband that the Foundation had come to know. In his place was a sadistic melting corpse that just.... drips all over everything.... oh god that's disgusting.

Wiz: Disgusting and highly dangerous. That gross black mucus that 106 secretes is sticky and dangerously corrosive, quickly melting through steel doors and human flesh within seconds. Leaving his victims looking just a mutilated as he is.

Boomstick: Oh, god stop talking about it.

Wiz: SCP-106 uses this material to mutilate targeted areas of his victims in order to incapacitate them, so that he may drag them into his pocket dimension and torment them for weeks on end.

Boomstick: Oh, yeah, and once he has his sights on you, he's not letting you get away. He can stick to any flat surface he touches, to the point of even standing upside down on the ceiling, and he can walk right through any wall or door in his way.

Wiz: While thicker materials can slow down his ability to walk through walls, he will get through them eventually. He can even turn his corrosive substance into a portal directly to his pocket reality should he need to.

Boomstick: And once you're in there, you're not getting out. 106 has completely control over his little pocket reality. From its physical appearance to the laws of space and time. You're not dying in there until he wants you dead.

Wiz: While all of this applies to every canon's version of SCP-106, some variations have specific powers and abilities that would contradict the backstory we've established thus far.

Boomstick: See, SCP continuity is kinda.... nonexistent. The only continuity is what you personally consider canon. In some stories, 106 is Dr. Scranton and in some others he's, like, a World War 1 soldier or a humsn subspecies or whatever. For the sake of argument, we'll be letting 106 use stuff he gets even from versions that contradict the Dr. Scranton story.

Wiz: Like the time he killed another member of his species despite their own Intangibility. Or the time he regenerated from SCP-173 snapping his neck over and over again.

Boomstick: Oh, yeah. 106 can go toe to toe with its fellow SCPs, like SCP-076. Or Able for short. And he's strong enough to punch through titanium doors with an energy equivalent to 158,454 grams of tnt.

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Wiz: Able is also fast enough to effortlessly dodge automatic fire from assault rifles, easily evading projectiles that move at 715 meters per second. As Able and the Old Man are consistently depicted as comparable, to the point of frequently keeping up with the exact same enemies, 106 should scale to this.

Boomstick: As you might've guessed, the guy who went from being one the Foundation's best scientists to one of its most dangerous contained anomalies isn't exactly all there anymore. No version of him is.

Wiz: Yes indeed, 106 is at best an incredibly intelligent predator capable of setting elaborate traps to catch its prey offguard, only to get done in by its own sadism. At his worse, however, he's Dr. Robert Scranton. A desperate, broken shell of a man stuck lookina for a wife he doesn't realize he's already murdered.

Boomstick: Like a cruel joke, with no one left to laugh.

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Introduction:

Wiz: Alright, the combatants are set. We've run the data through all possibilities.

Boomstick: It's time for a DEATH BATTLEEEEEEEE!

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Anna Lang huffed and puffed as she ran down the sterile corridors of the Foundation, the containment breach alarm blaring in her ears threatened to deafen her with each step. She needed to get out of here. Before he found her again.

Anna flicked her key card through the vip emergency exit access panel, but got a rejection bleep in response. She furrowed her brows and swiped her card again. She knew she had the right clearance. The red light flashed again. Rejected.

Even over the alarms, she could hear the sound of gunfire and screams not far from here. Anna swiped her card through the scanner three more times in quick succession. The light flashed red three times to match. An ear piercing, headache enducing, all encompassing laugh split through the noise around her, echoing off the walls of the narrow corridor.

"Having trouble, Doctor?" An unfamiliar voice asked. Anna spun around with a pistol she'd grabbed off a dead guard and craned her aim up to reach the face of the man who had suprised her. The anomaly that grinned back at her wasn't one she recognized. An inhumanly tall, distorted man with long, curly blonde hair and massive boney hands. He towered over her like a statue, his proportions making him look like some kind of funhouse mirror reflection.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Who is a question for people, Doctor. That is something that I am not. As for what, I believe I'll be helping myself to a family meal. Or perhaps not. Either way it is amusing!"

"Wh... what?"

"I believe you humans would call it a 'sport'."

Anna couldn't afford to try the door again. Not when this creature could so easily lunge at her. Her shaking aim stilled and her blood ran cold as another scream rang out not far from them. The thing's smile widened as the cries turned to desperate gurgles for air.

"You need...."

A yellow wooden door with chipping paint appeared beside the entity. The door opened by itself and the figure gestured her in

"....A door."

Anna glanced between the unknown entity and the end of the long hallway the screaming had come from. Her eyes widened as she saw the shambling monster causing the carnage she'd overheard. A limping corpse who gasped at her through cut open, rotting lungs. "...An...na...."

Without a second thought, the researcher burst through the yellow door at a full sprint. Better to risk it than face a guaranteed death at the hands of SCP-106. The door slammed shut and disappeared behind her, before Michael turned to face this new anomaly.

The two looked each other over, prominent sadistic smiles still spread across the faces even as curiosity shined in their eyes. "You do not belong to any Power that I recognize...." Michael began, shifting his long fingers into sharp claws. "....but your delusions smell delicious all the same~"

106 marched forward with an outstretched hand, before being stopped dead by Michael's claws piercing its chest. Their matching smiles curled into winces, with 106 clearly taken aback by Michael's strength. Michael pulled his hand free and watched with a mixture of curiosity and concern as the tar like substance are away at its fingers. "...Fascinating."

While Michael was distracted, a tar puddle appeared beneath his feet. Its legs quickly sinking into it like quicksand. Michael slashed 106 back in a quick stroke before dashing back into his corridors. The yellow door disappeared where Michael had once stood and again his laughter echoed throughout the building.

The Old Man glanced around in irritation. So this is how it felt. No matter. He had played both sides of this game before. Both predator and prey. It would find this interloper and reclaim his Anna from its jaws. There was nowhere in this building he could not reach.

"Does your rotting form suggest that you serve the Corruption? Or has the Stranger found away to disguise itself even from me?" Michael's voice echoed. Perhaps from the ceiling, the Old Man thought, or somewhere inside a vent. "Or do you serve a Fear that is much more... overt?"

106 heard a creaking door open behind him and disappeared into a puddle of rot on the floor before those claws could pierce his skin again. Michael tracked the Old Man downwards, only to get pulled upwards by the length of his hair. 106's liquid had pooled on the ceiling, giving him the perfect vantage from which to ambush its prey. The corpse slammed the twisted man into the ceiling by his roots, before tossing him to the ground. 106 could've dragged Michael into his home reality immediately, but he wanted to toy with the intruder first. Teach it how a real monster hunts.

106 lunged to the floor where Michael's crumpled body lay, looking to have his hand melt into its ribs before he could recover.

For a split second, 106 wasn't lunging at Michael. For a split second before he landed, could swear he was puncing at a terrified, screaming Anna.

The suprise caused it to tumble the landing, crashing through the floor as a result of its attempted course correction. 106 fell deeper into the site, into the sub basements that held up the building's foundation, but Michael did not. As 106 pulled itself free of the rubble, it was as if Michael had never been there at all.

Teleportation? Or use of that blasted door again?

"No, you don't seem to be of the Corruption at all. That wretched hive would give you too many friends to ever fall for that trick."

Trick. An illusionist then? A reality bender What did the twisted man mean by "friends"? What was he?

Perhaps an escalation was in order. The Old Man dragged his hands along the walls of the corridor, melting them as he went. If he couldn't find this creature, he'd simply bring the site down on top of it. The mocking laughter the echoed around him all this time disappeared in a shocked yelp and the blaring alarm fizzed off. The entire floor above collapsed in an avalanche of rubble and concrete, with 106 disappearing at the last possible chance to avoid being entombed.

As the dust settled, a cracked door with an adjar handle lay in a pile or rocks, with a familiar boney hand stick out of the mound beneath it. The Old Man emerged from its home with a look of smug satisfaction on its face, watching Michael's body sink into a portal of muck he created beneath him. With that wretched creature now his to torment, 106 could now reclaim his Anna.

"Robert... Roooooooobeeeeeeeert~"

Dr. Scranton's voice hitched in his gnarled up throat. It had been so long since his wife had called his name. He turned the door's hanging knob carefully. He failed to notice how the door's frame seemed to sprout hungry teeth.

What waited behind the door was not his Anna. Towering over him with the same stretched out features Michael wore was a distorted creature in the approximate shape of Robert's dear wife. It reached out with massive, boney hands and pulled Dr. Scranton inside.

Robert screamed for the first time in years, his mangled body finding life and energy that simply beyond it in its mutilated state. No one would hear it. The door slammed shut behind him too quick. Anna's laughter echoed through the Site's ruins with the same inflection as Michael's spiraling, distorted laugh.

And then the door disappeared.

KO!

Explanation:

Boomstick: ...Wiz, I'm gonna be honest, that wet old man cannot taste good. "Throat of Delusion Incarnate" or not.

Wiz: This was a fairly interesting matchup with a few complex factors involved. While Michael did have a significant, if incalculable, strength advantage thanks to his Desolation scaling chain, 106 was a whooping seven times faster than him. That, when taken in conjunction with 106's ability to hurt intangible enemies, as well as his corrosive liquids to melt him on contact, made the Old Man a significant threat to Michael.

Boomstick: That's about where it all starts swinging the other way though. For starters, The Distortion has been around since the very dawn of time, making it much older and more experienced than even the oldest versions of 106 and it's ability to fuck with the mind. If it can potentially make 106 believe that he doesn't even exist, then a lot of 106's clever planning and smarts goes out the window.

Wiz: Dr. Scranton's mental health took a massive toll from his time in the Red Reality, to the point where he actually fell in love with the LSS due to it being his only company, making him particularly vulnerable to Michael's games. And even non-Scranton versions of 106 have a sadistic streak as their consistently exploitable weakness, giving Michael a character flaw he could leverage.

Boomstick: And then there's Rob's biggest oppstical. He has no way of actually destroying the Distortion. Could he kill Michael or destroy the door if he gets either inside his pocket reality? Absolutely, but both of those things can be replaced. "Michael" is just the hand to a much larger Distortion entity. And there's no way the Old Man can squeeze all of those corridors into his little world.

Wiz: Neither is it possible he could destroy the corridors from within. They're consistently described as endless. Even Jared Hopworth, an Avatar of the Flesh that was so mutated and inhuman that the Distortion found him completely indigestible, had no way of escaping or hurting the corridors from within until he was let out. No matter how many mirrors or walls were broken.

Boomstick: The only thing that could destroy the corridors from within was The Archivist by the time of Season 5, and at that point, he was basically the Anti-Christ. Most 106 could do with his little puddles at that point in give Michael indigestion.

Wiz: SCP-106 may be one of the most nightmarish monsters in the Foundation's library, but he couldn't stand up to the Distortion's madness, size, and sheer eldritch power.

Boomstick: Unfortunately for Scranton, this one just Spiraled out of his control.

This Throwdown's Winner is...

The Distortion!

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