#Those of the construct

[mantra-repeated]

Those of the Construct

Pt: Those of the Construct :end pt

a Ficto-Religion(link) where one worships at least one of the beings seen in Slay the Princess, including but not limited to, The Narrator, The Long Quiet, and The Shifting mound.

Those who are in this religion do not have a moderator or a leader rather their own experiences. Tagged mogai/liom/qai for reach.

Mention / tags: @radiomogai, @ficto-religious-archive, @fandom-terms-archive, @mogai-reblog, @rwuffles, @horrormogai, @sylviestial

Banner transcript: This term was made by an Endogenic. Anyone can use it however (So don't repost or recoin, ask before adding to wikis) :End Transcript

Written flag ids under the cut, same as alt text.

Main flag id: A flag with nine horizontally symmetrical stripes. The second and eighth stripes are styled like the are lace on one side, the third and seventh stripes are wavy, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth stripes are thin. the colors are from the center out, are dark brown, black, grey, and light grey. In the middle is a circle that is the same color as the middle stripe with a the ficto-religon symbol, which is a circle split evenly into two halves horizontally, with the left half colored a light brownish grey, and the right half being white. On the symbol is the logo of slay the princess, a white heart with a knife stabbed in the back of it, with the point sticking out the front. :end id

alt flag id: A flag with nine horizontally symmetrical stripes. The second and eighth stripes are styled like the are lace on one side, the third and seventh stripes are wavy, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth stripes are thin. the colors are from the center out, are dark brown, black, grey, and light grey. In the middle is a circle that is the same color as the middle stripe with a the ficto-religon symbol, which is a circle split evenly into two halves horizontally, with the left half colored a light brownish grey, and the right half being white. :end id

Plain flag id: A flag with nine horizontally symmetrical stripes. The second and eighth stripes are styled like the are lace on one side, the third and seventh stripes are wavy, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth stripes are thin. the colors are from the center out, are dark brown, black, grey, and light grey. :end id

[martyrbat]

stop including selina kyle in the batfamily she should be stealing diamonds and talking like a 1930s pre-code vamp and get her pussy eaten by her two weed smoking girlfriends every night and just have a boytoy on the side for when shes bored !!! she is NOT watching those damn kids or dealing with those annoying men !!!!!!

[toki-toro]

Is that the bite of 87

[rongzhi]

(Additional) English added by me :)

[wyrms-in-formaldehyde]

i love spirit levels they are just small tubes of green liquid with a bubble . i love them so much forever

[siri-ike]

A little crime, as a treat

Dpxdc

Part 1 part 2

The fear slowly faded from his eyes. Almost everyone he saw looked proud. Even Walker looked happier than usual. Everyone except Skulker. Could they actually want him as king? What does the king even do?

Danny reached the raised platform and smiled (confidently, not at all like he was about to cry) at Clockwork, who placed a hand on his shoulder and forcibly turned him around to face the crowd.

One of the observers steped to the front of the stage. "If anyone objects to Danny Phantom being the new Ghost King, this is your chance to challenge him for the crown."

He knew it! HE KNEW IT! He was right to be scared! They've just gathered to take him on all at once!

To Danny's surprise, aside from some grumbles, the audience was quiet. No one challenged him.

Another observer opened an old, intricately carved wooden box and pulled out Pariahs crown. "Then it is an honor to crown you, Danny Phantom: Ghost King, Ruler of infinite realms." And placed it on Danny's head.

For a moment, he felt like he was on fire. Then, like he was being electrocuted. Drowning, falling, suffocating, stabbed everywhere at once, but none of it was painful. Finally, it stopped at a familiar feeling. Freezing.

In an instant, he could see. Feel? The whole ghost zone all at once. The Far Frozen, The Clocktower, Walkers Prison, Pariahs Keep, Pandoras Maze. All the places he'd been as well as so many others. Lunch Lady's Kitchen and Box Ghosts Warehouse moving closer together. Embers Big Stage, Youngbloods Ship, The Cheese Kings Castle, Desirees Lounge. It was incredible, but most interesting of all was the new haunt forming itself as he watched. It was as if the zone pulled in on itself, rubble and wrecks of abandoned and destroyed haunts were pulled into a swirling vortex. It got smaller and smaller until it exploded into a whole galaxy.

Phantoms Galaxy.

It was beautiful. Full of stars, each with their own systems. He even recognized some of them. Stars that had collapsed in on themselves. White dwarves now covered in life once more. So long he'd studied and morned the loss of such amazing celestial bodies while celebrating the wonderful new things that would inevitably be born from them. Now they were all there. All his to hold and protect forever.

Danny's mind was thrust back to his body. He looked over the hall, and almost everyone was gone. He looked up at Clockwork starry-eyed. Literally, there were stars in his eyes. He opened his mouth but couldn't put together a thought.

"Welcome back, Danny. I'm afraid you missed the party." Clockwork proudly brushed Danny's hair out of his face. "I foresaw you gaining a keep of your own. One that I look forward to hearing about once you've properly explored it. And im certain even more will accept your invitation in due time."

Danny was still lost for words. How long was he just staring at nothing? And what does he mean by invitation? He opened his mouth to speak, but his vision faded again.

He was shrouded amidst pitch black space that spread as far as he could see. In front of him was the wreckage that once was his parents' portal, now relocated into his hount. Next, he saw Vlads portal, then several naturally occurring ones. The triangle seems to have snatched some people on a yacht. He'd have to deal with that later. The last portal he saw was strange. It felt... angry? Bloodthirsty. And it kept failing to open in different places.

First in some kind of railway station, next in Klempers Icy Path, and last in, NO! Pointdexters school. You can't come in through there!

As if listening to him, the portals swirl slowed and faded from the school, then it reappeared in the darkness. No, not dark, space. It's in Danny's Phantom Galaxy.

Abruptly, he found himself back in his own body. This time, Clockwork was nowhere to be seen. Danny leaped off the stage only for his cape to snag on the wood, causing him to crash to the ground. Since when does he wear a cape?

On the other side of the big doors, Danny only found one ghost. He wore an all white three piece suit, top hat, cape, and monocle, but his face was invisible. "Do you know how to get to Clockworks tower? Or the Far Frozen?" Danny begged, but before the stranger could answer, everything went dark once more.

He was amidst the stars again. Close enough to recognize some of them this time. There was Argo, Daxum, Krypton, and its moons Thalon and Wegthor. This was the Rao system that was destroyed 58 years ago. A lot of research has been done into it because it's where Superman allegedly claims to be from, although Danny hadn't been able to find any first-hand source to confirm that.

The portal bounced around a bit before stopping on Wegthor, where it finally opened fully. And one steel reinforced boot stepped out.

Danny snapped back into his body and found himself clinging onto the drapery. The other ghost was still there.

"Dear boy, you look as though you've taken a knot to the noggin." He offered his hand, and Danny took it. "Jim Craddock, at your service, but now a days most call me Gentleman Ghost. Of course, one of your stature needs no introduction, my king." He took a bow, and, awkwardly, Danny did too.

"There's an intruder in the ghost zone, in my haunt. I don't know who, but they seemed hostile, and I don't know where it is because it just formed a few minutes ago during the coronation -"

"Let me stop you there." Jim cut him off. "The coronation was seven hours ago. And as for getting to your haunt? Why do you not just step through one of your portas? During the ceremony, the drabble was able to use them to get to Embers' so-called after-party." You'd think lacking a face would make it hard to show emotion, but through only tone and body language, the Gentleman Ghost conveyed his utter disgust with a hint of jealousy.

"Did, did you see how I did it?" Danny conveyed only confusion and a lack of authority.

The Gentleman Ghost placed a gloved hand under Danny's chin. "Your gift most likely works as any other. Relax, clear your mind, and focus only on where you want to go."

Danny closed his eyes and felt the hand leave his chin. He took a deep breath and pictured the Rao system, the moon Wegthor, the portal. He saw it clearly in his mind. He then pictured himself standing in front of the portal. He opened his eyes, and it was right there, exactly as he'd imagined.

Except for one thing, between Danny and the portal was, "Jason?"

Red Hood didn't lower his gun at all. His perfectly chiseled forearms twithced, trigger finger remaining off the trigger, ~haah~, he's so diciplined. If anything, he seemed more intent to shoot. His big round biceps nearly ripping the seams on his worn leather jacket. It's too small for him, but he hates change. His legs, undoubtedly sculpted out of whatever Danny's version of Kryptonite is with how weak they made him, took a step back. He could probably tell how hard Danny was mentally undressing him.

"Who are you?" He finally demanded.

"Who am I? I'm Danny. Your, assistant? And anyway, I was invited. You're not supposed to be in the ghost zone. It can be dangerous."

"Careful there," a rough looking guy with a heavy English accent spoke. "E could've possessed ya mates body there, now, yeah?" Mate? If only. "They do that, ya'know. Take ya, loved ones," loved ones, Danny could swoon. "Persenate' em. Messes ya up real proppah'."

"Well, I'm not." Danny: master negotiator.

"Prove it."

"You broke into my home and expect me to prove I'm not dangerous!?!"

Danny caught the slightest hint of his own reflection on Jasons helmet. White hair, green eyes, crown, cape, no wonder he doesn't recognize him.

Danny hasn't gone ghost in 8 years, not since Phantom was declared public enemy #1 and the anti ecto acts were pushed through. He hadn't even gotten to see himself. He looked so much like Dan.

That doesn't mean anything. Looking like Dan doesn't make him like Dan. Right? He tried to turn back human, but it felt like he was squeezing himself into a container he didn't fit in.

"I promise, I am Danny Fenton." Danny gave Red his sincerest look. "But I'm also Danny Phantom, Ghost King, and ruler of infinite realms. I was your assistant for almost 8 years. Partly because I want to hurt the U.S. government in any way I can." Danny took a small step forward. "Partly for my love of numbers and punctuality." Danny closed in so the gun was pressed up to his chest. "But mostly I stayed because of you."

Jason removed his helmet. For the first time, Danny could look Jason in the eye without having to stand on a chair (or a table that one time)

"How could you keep this a secret for so long?"

"I actually only found out I was king 7 hours ago, but with Phantom... I'm wanted... and not considered human. I didn't wanna take the chance that... the crew," Danny exhailed. "That, you might think that too." Danny looked down.

Jason seemed to almost giggle. "I don't care whether you're human or not. Most of my friends are aliens, mutants, and monsters." He lifted Danny's chin. "I didn't follow you to another dimention because I thought a fellow human was in danger. I followed because I thought you were in danger."

Danny moved Jasons hand to his cheek and held it there.

[trixxedheart]

It is amazing how the "people that love and uplift transwomen" website will instantly fucking maul a transwoman if she even remotely insinuate that using radfem rhetoric harms trans people

[fictionadventurer]

Pop culture image of Jane Eyre: This is a passionate, problematic love story about a woman falling in love with a guy who locked his wife in the attic.

Actual Jane Eyre: This is the story of a woman recovering from a childhood of horrific abuse.

[wardensantoineandevka]

every time anyone that's even slightly critical of C3 calmly writes a post that's longer than 750 words in an attempt to unpack what they feel is not working in the campaign or what's happening in the fandom, there's a rash of its defenders going "why are the haters always writing these long posts all the time, we don't need anyone to be writing novels, why is the post so long. it's so ridiculous that anyone is writing essays."

personally, especially if I was trying to position myself as having intelligent and complex opinions and capable of paying attention to episodes that are five hours long on a weekly basis, I would not admit I thought 1.5k words was dissertation length.

it's especially funny because many of the same people keep stamping their feet that critics never explain their perspectives or stances, then they're mockingly dismissive when doing so doesn't fit into a tweet.

not to make it sound grave, but it's anti-intellectual, it's simplistic. above all: it's juvenile, childish, asking to be treated as a child. wah, so silly anyone could possibly have a meaningful thought that requires enough space it doesn't fit on my phone screen at once.

[mantra-repeated]

Followers of the Shifting Quiet

Pt: Followers of the Shifting Quiet :end pt

A branch of the Ficto-Religion Those of the Construct (link) where one worships both The Long Quiet and The Shifting Mound from Slay the princess.

Those who are in this religion do not have a moderator or a leader rather their own experiences. Tagged mogai/liom/qai for reach.

Coined for the day 25 prompt (link) of contradictory!

Mentions / tags: @radiomogai, @ficto-religious-archive, @fandom-terms-archive, @rwuffles

Banner transcript: This term was made by an Endogenic. Anyone can use it however (So don't repost or recoin, ask before adding to wikis) :End Transcript

Written flag ids under the cut, same as alt text.

Main flag id: A flag with nine horizontally symmetrical stripes. The second and eighth stripes are styled like the are lace on one side, the third and seventh stripes are wavy, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth stripes are thin. the colors are from the center out, are white with many pale long haired nude figures with their backs to the viewer, light grey, darker grey, and black with a thread like texture. In the middle is a circle that is the same color as the middle stripe with a the ficto-religon symbol, which is a circle split evenly into two halves horizontally, both having having many green plant-like rings, with the left side being somewhat darker. :end id

Alt flag id: A flag with nine horizontally symmetrical stripes. The second and eighth stripes are styled like the are lace on one side, the third and seventh stripes are wavy, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth stripes are thin. the colors are from the center out, are white with many pale long haired nude figures with their backs to the viewer, light grey, darker grey, and black with a thread like texture. :end id

Plain flag id: A flag with nine horizontally symmetrical stripes. The second and eighth stripes are styled like the are lace on one side, the third and seventh stripes are wavy, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth stripes are thin. the colors are from the center out, are white, light grey, darker grey, and black. In the middle is a circle that is the same color as the middle stripe with a the ficto-religon symbol, which is a circle split evenly into two halves horizontally, with the left side being somewhat darker and slightly brown. :end id

Plain alt flag id: A flag with nine horizontally symmetrical stripes. The second and eighth stripes are styled like the are lace on one side, the third and seventh stripes are wavy, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth stripes are thin. the colors are from the center out, are white, light grey, darker grey, and black. :end id

[rustchild]

one of the wild things about people’s stubborn insistence on misunderstanding The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas is that the narrator anticipates an audience that won’t engage with the text, just in the opposite direction. Throughout the story are little asides asking what the reader is willing to believe in. Can you believe in a utopia? What if I told you this? What about this? Can you believe in the festivals? The towers by the sea? Can we believe that they have no king? Can we believe that they are joyful? Does your utopia have technology, luxury, sex, temples, drugs? The story is consulting you as it’s being told, framed as a dialogue. It literally asks you directly: do you only believe joy is possible with suffering? And, implicitly, why?

the question isn’t just “what would you personally do about the kid.” It isn’t just an intricate trolley problem. It’s an interrogation of the limits of imagination. How do we make suffering compulsory? Why? What futures (or pasts) are we capable of imagining? How do we rationalize suffering as necessary? And so on. In all of the conversations I’ve seen or had about this story, no one has mentioned the fact that it’s actively breaking the fourth wall. The narrator is building a world in front of your eyes and challenging you to participate. “I would free the kid” and then what? What does the Omelas you’ve constructed look like, and why? And what does that say about the worlds you’re building in real life?

[time-to-write-and-suffer]

There's some point to be made about SJM type books being like "you can be strong AND feminine" as though there was ever an overwhelming amount of strong masculine female characters and the slow rise of tradwives and girl math and the feminine divine and pink jobs. And I won't say that SJM and booktok are to blame for what is clearly a result of rising fascism and myriad other factors, but I also won't say it has helped it any.

Like it's really funny to look back on all the "um yeah Throne of Glass is soooo revolutionary because Sardines is both strong AND feminine" defenses now in the TikTok tradwife era where it's SO empowering to quit your job and go home and stay there and cook and clean and get fucked and get pregnant :) THAT is the true sign of FEMININE STRENGTH. Like wow how convenient! That doing the thing the patriarchal regime wants you to do is the revolutionary option. How interesting!! How fortunate!!! Quick, all women, CHOOSE this option please!! The option that benefits the powers that be!! It's totally soooo empowering!

It's really kinda sad. Men are being brainwashed by Tates and women are being brainwashed by faes and alphas parroting back the same ideologies but coming from a female mouth and coated with "empowering" language, so it skates by much easier. Like a violent rapist/sex offender saying women need to suck dick and stay at home is misogynist. But your Empowered Divine Feminine protagonists "choosing" to suck dick and have babies while her man rules the country? That's just her choice. It's super empowering and radical actually. And while those two sources would say they're in opposition, fundamentally they advocate for the same things. It's kinda wild. But of course if you point this out it's "um it's just a book sweaty!! nobody actually believes these things or adjusts their behavior according to fiction!! haha grow up we're all adults here!!"

[nenoname]

again it's wild that the mystery shack is right on top of a massive lumberjack graveyard where zombies actually rise up on their own every month??? and actually infected other people????

(yes i believe in classic stan pines fashion, stan ignored what the fuck was going on and beat up what-appeared-to-be-teens without bothering to ask a question)

[fogbreo]

smitten, para, and cold in my post-canon au

[0alix0]

maybe i set my hopes too high, but when i imagined grand necropolis i thought of giant tombs, of golden sarcophagus, maybe just embalmed corpses laying on a golden stand in the middle of a room waiting for the next step of mummifications. huge underground mausoleums for members of specific families.

circle mages having inside rivalries, fighting for a mere chance to become an apprentice to some famous mortalitasi or get patronage of a noble family (because it's the only way out of the circle)

of mortalitasy combining entrophy/necromancy magic with herbalist knowledge to preserve the corpses better.

not the "spooky-scary-skeletons" doing the minimum wage jobs here and there

[as-if-and-only-if]

Consider now the Cainian functor C : Grp → Grp given by G ↦ [G, G], which annihilates all abelian groups,