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[animate-everything-everywhere]

[cithre]

Fantasy v. Reality in MHA

NOTE: I posted this earlier but it cut off for some reason???? Anyway, this is just me rambling about how I think the story is going to end but I tied it in with one of MHA's best themes. Hope this is somewhat readable

At this point I think it is fair to assume that Deku’s “This is the story of how I became the greatest hero” statement is unfinished. It seems like he is going to complete it with something to the tune of “... No, this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes.” Since we know Deku is our narrator he has to be delivering this story somehow. I think he is writing this as a book, or perhaps a manga. He is writing this story to inspire people to look out for each other and be heroes in their own lives. Now, we know from the intro that this world had hero stories before the advent of quirks. When quirks emerged, they followed the playbook of hero comics and movies. Leading to the rise of heroes and villains. Heroes are the ones who are responsible for keeping order and saving people, while the average citizen seems to have relegated all responsibility to them. This makes sense in a world where only a few have powers, like in Marvel for example, but many citizens use it as an excuse to put all the weight on heroes and turn their eyes to where they could help, power or no power. The series is clearly going in a direction to say, ‘you don’t need a quirk to help people, everyone should look out for the people around them.’

The characters of MHA are clearly drawn from Shonen and comic stories. Izuku is the positive, self-sacrificing MC. Katsuki is the rival character obsessed with winning. Shoto is the cold/mysterious pretty boy. All Might is the mentor, etc. One thing that MHA really excels at in my opinion, is that many of the characters fit archetypes set in stone from the past, but the narrative takes the time to show that these traits cost them. Dark Deku shows that the self-sacrificing mindset Izuku has hurts him and the people around him, and in much earlier examples he breaks his bones constantly in fights putting his power and abilities at risk. Katsuki drives people away from him and only has followers, not friends, up until UA. He also feels that despite his great power and skill he is missing something. Shoto is held back by the very traits that make him ‘cool’ and ‘mysterious’ and he has to overcome his resentment to be a better hero. All Might’s role as the symbol of peace lead to more violence growing in the shadows. All Might living was even directly referenced as a subversion when an image of Sir Nighteye tells him his death would be falling into the traps of a comic book. 

Following the leaf of fiction too closely is the catalyst of the main battle in their series. The conflict between Yoichi and AFO started with the Captain Hero comics. These comics center around Captain hero and his unceasing efforts to overcome the villain of the series, even after he has taken over the world. Yocihi read the story and wanted to be a hero, but it made AFO want to be like the villain in the story. The comic seems to be a very cut-and-dry story. Hero fights villain, villain wins for a while, before hero finally wins. This comic made the line between heroes and villains a total binary. There was no moral grayness, you were either a hero or a villain.  My Hero includes heroes who do questionable things and the same idea of subverting the norm is present with the villains. For the most part, our main villains share many traits with the heroes of the story. Most clear is Tomura’s desire to be a hero for the villains. He goes about it in a way that is socially unacceptable and leads to heaps of violence, but at his core he is trying to be there for the people who have no one else. When this ideal is in the hands of Izuku, it is heroic and selfless but in the hands of Tomura it is dangerous and villainous. Very importantly, these two have the same idea but on two sides of the same coin. Izuku and Tomura both want to save, even if they don’t go about it in the same way, like how Yoichi and AFO who both wanted to win, but couldn’t reconcile the way to do it. If Izuku and Tomura can connect and understand that their goals are the same, maybe then the two quirks can be put to rest. Changing Tomura and the society is one thing, but by immortalizing their lives in a story, it can be the fantasy that impacts their reality. This time, it will show both sides, imperfect heroes and villains who can get another chance. If they can connect and bridge the gap between them, it will set the stage for a connection of all people and a step towards a world where people are heroes in their own lives and look out for others. Therefore, everyone is the greatest hero.

[codenamejudas]

Somewhere in the metasphere, a bowling ball pin noise can be heard upon the collision of the throw pillow.

Dennis shrieks at the impact and stumbles with his footing. There is an opening, albeit a small one, to catch the teen!

Judas takes the opening, hooking Dennis’ arm to pin it behind his back. “That was rude!”

[virtualgirladvance]

Why does the larger deity not just eat the others in metasphere?

[sluttygollum]

Juneau 8/2023

Juneau daydreams. She’s not special, or pretty, or smart. Not even secretly. NO, Juneau is just regular. And boring and she stays still all the time. Not literally, or physically, but thats much worse right?

For all intents and purposes, let’s say I’m Juneau. What do I want? What am I doing here? Who gave me the right to walk around and make decisions because what the fuck? Still dramatic. Still boring. Still still. I’m Juneau and all I have ever really wanted was to go on an endless adventure. See what there is to see and go where there is to go. Sure! Yes, thats what I want. But I also want so much more. What else is out there that we can’t see? Where we can’t go? There must be places that exist within and beyond and among the stretch of time before and behind us. Layers and layers of inexplicable matter and meaning. That’s all the world is really made up of. The universe is matter, which cannot be created or destroyed. There are so many lattices and intricacies to the networks of existence. Is there a way to climb these latters? Enter the metasphere and dissolve into the processes of the world until every little fiber has rid itself of any shred of recognition. Always forming into something new, barely tangible. There has to be! I refuse it to be any other way! There must be instances of magic and joy and secrets before our very eyes, yet too big for us to explain or interpret. Now THAT is what I want. I want to feel every portion of it and feel the terrifying thrill of being unapologetically alive. 

There’s a knock at the door. My spiraling ruminations are shunted by the banging. Thank god something has brought me back down to reality. Who are they? Just some long lost friends, don’t you remember us? I don’t. Why is my memory so bad? If these are my friends shouldn’t I recognize my friends? So I do. I say yes, now I remember. Because I’m Jeaneau and I am not particularly smart, or pretty, or special. Maybe just existing the way that I am is my first mistake. I know we are lying to each other and I don’t know why and I don’t care. These people are taking me to my next adventure and I know it deep in the pit of my stomach. It is a roiling, nauseous type of fear that is visceral and hardly able to bear. Why am I going if I know that these aren’t my friends? I guess we will just have to wait and see to find out.

 Nobody talks and I love it. Empty silence with no hope of being filled is the best kind of silence. There is no way to pretend that the next thing that comes out of someones mouth isn’t some bullshit just to fill the gaping, empty space caused by the silence. What is so bad about silence? It leaves the perfect amount of space for thinking and imagining and knowing that there are so many millions of things in the world for me to explore and guess and wonder about. Or maybe it is the perfect excuse to spiral into the void of my own thoughts. Helpless to myself, my surroundings, even the people around me until SNAP-- and I’m out of it. I hate being out of it. Why does the real world have to interfere so often when it is seldom actually wanted.

We’re here! I don’t now where here is and I dont know why, but I dont care! The adventure now begins.

[metanoiamindpodcast]

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[metaverseconsul]

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[luckyluan]

The Private.

JAN 17, 2024 - 10:49PM

“Listen to me.” Private A’zin began. “This may just be my training talking but I am not wrong. I may not be all the way right but at least sixty-eight percent of what I’m saying is correct.” 

Tzu Daarwin’s eyes shone a bright white as he fixed Private A’zin with a glare. The show of power sent Private A’zin shrinking in his seat and Tzu Daarwin’s eyes returned to the natural black. 

“We do not joke about the sacred ways.” he said sternly. “And we dare not take the word of a second time trainee who can barely hold himself in the air--” 

“Alright, alright, Daarwin ease up.” A friendly and aged voice called out. 

Espin Vance, the commander of his soon-to-be star region, leaned with his lithe arms crossed over the back of a high, transluent chair. The chair refracted as the light from their shared space hardened into matter to support the weight of the Seventh Sage Alpha—the mightiest men on the metasphere! 

Commander Vance turned to Private A’zin. There was a jovial smile on his lips and Private A’zin could not discern its genuity. He pushed a weak smile onto his face as he waited for his question. 

“Have you done your due dilligence?” Commander Vance asked. 

“Yes, commander.”  

“And you are certain?” Commander Vanced asked. 

“Yes, Commander.”  

“Then we will take it from here.” Comannder Vance said. 

The Commander drew himself to his full height and his tan trench coat slid open over his sleek Alpha uniform. Private A’zin memorized the suit. He committed the black legs and arms of the material giving way to a pointed white design situated at the chest, the radiant gold trim at his collar, and the lustrous, star-shaped ‘A’ insignia of Alpha Force brimming with light on his proud and puffed chest. Commander Vance crossed his toned arms over his broad chest. 

“But Commander--” Tzu Daarwin started. 

“You have your orders, Daarwin.” Commander Vance warned.  

The light-bound chair lost its shape as the Commander swept from the office with Tzu Daarwin close on his heels. Private A’zin put his head in his hands and let the rough fabric of his training suit scratch at his pores. 

“Why can’t you just mind your own damn business, Axel?” He murmured to himself. “it would keep us alive longer.” 

Private Axel A’zin stood up abruptly and sauntered out of the office not caring to lock the door behind him. 

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[badvertex]

Velociraptor jelly boy, made with metaspheres. Will give arms and rig soon. Might also make him pink...

[goblin-phannie]

finding out real news that sounds fake from tumblr is truly surreal and one of my favourite things about this site. especially loving how not even posts from a darker timeline foretold facebook changing its name to meta

[bassbenny]

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check them out it’s good shit, they are just starting out

[cithre]

Fantasy v. Reality and MHA

At this point I think it is fair to assume that Deku’s “This is the story of how I became the greatest hero” statement is unfinished. It seems like he is going to complete it with something to the tune of “... No, this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes.” Since we know Deku is our narrator he has to be delivering this story somehow. I think he is writing this as a book, or perhaps a manga. He is writing this story to inspire people to look out for each other and be heroes in their own lives. Now, we know from the intro that this world had hero stories before the advent of quirks. When quirks emerged, they followed the playbook of hero comics and movies. Leading to the rise of heroes and villains. Heroes are the ones who are responsible for keeping order and saving people, while the average citizen seems to have relegated all responsibility to them. This makes sense in a world where only a few have powers, like in Marvel for example, but many citizens use it as an excuse to put all the weight on heroes and turn their eyes to where they could help, power or no power. The series is clearly going in a direction to say, ‘you don’t need a quirk to help people, everyone should look out for the people around them.’

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[13-barbarella-on-microdots]

There isn't really such thing as film theory. Film theory is when you study philosophy briefly, to a residual extent and then, to kind of memorize what you were studying, you make an oversimplificated observation like "oh yeah, this philosophical knowledge works in the metasphere of cinema when we consider blahblahblah". Film theory is a pile of the "oh yeah's"

[bilgisticallykosher]

Devil On His Shoulders And Lesser Demons All Over The Place; AKA Well, There Goes The Metasphere

As a note, I actually don't believe that Mandy is that angsty. The rumors of her sadism have been greatly exaggerated. As another note, I'd just like to apologize to everyone. Inspired by Devil On My Shoulder by Lime. Or the shortened version, DOMS. Which is ridiculous; clearly Mandy is the only dom here.

Words: Just under 2000

Lime sighed, careful not to cause too much movement to his little "shoulder devil" as he secretly liked to think of her. Mandy was great, and the scenarios were fun to think about, but he could never actually write them. He loved his characters too much to ever hurt them permanently. And yet…

Well, at any rate, he was still out of ideas. And this little (heh) theoretical session hadn't helped any. Maybe he'd have to start from scratch after all. The curtains fluttered in the windless atmosphere, and a bright light flickered from beyond them. Lime squinted. What in the heck? 

"...and since he doesn't know about the others living in his house, he doesn't get them out from the flooding!" Mandy concluded her dreary thought. She looked up and blinked. "Hey, what's that-" She cut herself off with a soundless noise that might have very well been a curse, as a fire bird flew in out of nowhere, and landed lightly on Lime's other shoulder. 

He flinched, but it turned out to not be hot, just pleasantly warm. 

"Um, hi?" He greeted, bewildered. 

"I know I'm not exactly one to talk," the phoenix began, definitely actually talking, "but I think you can do a little better than Miss Not-So-Infinitesimally Angsty." Mandy gasped. 

"How dare?!" The phoenix, who Lime now realized was Phoenix, rolled their eyes. 

"I'm just saying, there's maybe an imbalance there on hurt/comfort you know?" They had a point. 

"Hey, I know how to do comfort!" Mandy huffed. "I get plenty of comfort from readers screaming in the comments." Lime groaned. Phoenix, being one of her screaming readers, slapped their face with their hand- er, wing. 

"Alright, I think I need some backup," they said, muffled through their feathers. They dropped their wing and sent out a fire symbol. Lime couldn't quite see what it was, or if they used their mouth like a dragon, or if it was a feather or something. Pretty awesome, though. 

And suddenly there was a purple butterfly hovering in front of him. At least this newcomer wasn't too hard to figure out. 

"Nyn?"

"I hear you're having trouble with some plot ideas?" She seemed excited and willing to help, something Lime was very grateful for. 

"Yes, thank you so much, I can't seem to get away from the really awful permanent death ones." Lime stared obviously at Mandy, who just shrugged nonchalantly, spinning her magic pen around. 

"Ah. Yes. Well, I've got the perfect solution!" Her voice was so sweet-sounding, it was like music to his ears. Phoenix nodded their head. 

"Yes?" Lime listened raptly. 

"Kill 'em anyways." He froze. Surely, he must have misheard. 

"Wh-" he floundered for coherent English. "What?" 

"If you wanna kill them, kill them!" There was a snort from his shoulder.

"But your stories are usually so cute! And fluffy!"

"Usually,” she emphasized. "Unless Mandy picks the wrong number." Lime turned to Mandy, horrified. 

"Whoops," she deadpanned. 

"I wrote a fic about the werewolf getting a kitten," Phoenix said reproachfully.

Then he got distracted by a voice at his feet. 

"Heya!"

"Aah!"

"Woah!"

"Geez, now I know how Virgil felt," the voice joked. Lime looked down. It looked like...a box? With little cat features? That was adorable, but admittedly very confusing. He had to contain himself from petting. His talons twitched. 

No! Big, scary dragon! Rawr! He wouldn't cave to some weird kitty box! 

… Who was he kidding? He'd be cuddling it within the hour. 

Mandy squinted, staring down at the creature. She steadied herself on Lime's shoulder before sliding down his arm. He grumbled something about safety that went unheeded. 

"Kat?" She asked, tilting her head. "Is that you?" The box- Kat, apparently- nodded. 

"Yep. I'm here to help out!" Mandy squinted. 

"Why the heck do you look like that?"

"Well, like my username. You know," she sighed, Callboxkat? Box Kat? Box cat? Yeah."

"Wait, isn't it supposed to be a callbox? As in a telephone booth?"

"Yeah, but the author doesn't watch Doctor Who." Kat watched Nyn fluttering back and forth, repressing her newfound cat urges. 

"Wait. I thought we were the authors?" Phoenix furrowed their eyebrows. 

"Listen, this is already so meta, does it really matter?" Kat raised an eyebrow. 

"Fair point." Mandy jerked her thumb back in Lime's direction over her shoulder. "So, do you have any suggestions?"

"Do I?!"

"Do you?" Lime echoed back at her.

"So I was thinking," she box-stepped over to one of the lower-set universe basins, "you take some of your tiny characters,"

"Yeah…" He considered the few universes where he had borrowers.

"Then you slap a tail on them, and have them almost drown!" She concluded triumphantly, lithely swaying her own tail at the mention of them. 

"Almost drown them?" Lime asked warily.

“Almost drown them?" Mandy asked with a gleam in her eye. 

"Okay, that's it." A new voice called out. Lime thought he recognized it, turning his head to confirm. Yep, there Allison was, dressed in her own witch outfit of purple and teal. "You," she pointed at Mandy with her magic quill "have had enough angst for the day. You're being cut off."

"No!" Mandy pouted, readying her puppy dog eyes. 

"Yes," Allison crossed her arms triumphantly. 

"Um, not to encourage her," Phoenix spoke up, turning to face her, "but haven't you been just as guilty of angst recently?" 

"What do you mean?" Allison frowned, confused. 

"Yeah!" Kat turned to her, "all those Perspectives lately have been pretty heavy and angst-laden."

"Wh- hey, first of all, recently is subjective, we wrote those a while ago. And we've had a lot of fluff in there, too!" Lime considered this. 

"Vampire Perspective, Pet Perspective…" he listed off. 

"Mandy's been choosing the wrong numbers," Nyn nodded. 

"And! And Lilliputian, Freezing, those were also recent-ish!"

"Face it," Mandy suddenly appeared next to Allison, leaning her arm on her friend, "we're in the same boat now." She flopped over dramatically into her arms. "I've corrupted you."

"Noooo…"

"Hey, Allison, what's that building on your hat, by the way?" Phoenix asked. She sighed, and threw a photo version their way. 

"Arc."

"Oh my god." There were snickers around. Mandy was still draped over Allison, shaking her head at the truly awful pun. 

"PSSSST!" Everyone turned around. There, as if summoned by the bad humor, was a stick figure, looking shifty-eyed, and unmistakably Lefay. She was wearing a trenchcoat, and hat. Of course, the hat wasn't the typical hat associated with a trenchcoat. It was, instead, an umbrella-hat.

"Um," a new voice came in before they could address that. They turned back, seeing a small snail with a dorsal fin on his back. Fin. Lime was starting to see a terrible, terrible pattern here. "I was also invited, but, I don't know, maybe I should leave? You guys are all so cool, I think I probably don't belong here."

"Fin, please!" Everyone chorused together. 

"Alright, alright!" He acquiesced, really taking in the room. "Hey, I guess not everyone's cool, you're looking pretty hot, Phoenix!" He made finger guns at them somehow, and they laughed at his antics. Lime smiled, before remembering the previous interruption. 

"Hey, Lefay," Lime started, slowly, turning back to her, "why's there an umbrella on your head?"

"The costume store was out of trench hats-"

"There's no way that's what they're called," Allison balked. 

"-so I decided to go with the rain theme. And I got this instead!" She patted the umbrella headband happily before tensing, and crouching inward, voice lowering to what was definitely not how she spoke a second ago. "Pssst. Hey, hey kid. C'mere. I hears ya need some help with your woiks."

Lime took a moment to mentally translate this. He was uncertain, but he did need help with his works. He twisted his long, scaly neck over to where she stood. 

"Yeah, alright."

She opened her trench coat wide, causing a flinch or two throughout the group, to reveal what was lined on the inside. Lime could identify a turnip, a rutabaga, celeriac, a parsnip, a yam, taro, a daikon, and jicama. "Um…" Lime was confused. "What-"

"Oh my god" Kat put her paws over her face. 

"Did youse need help wit' some titles?" Lefay waggled her eyebrows. There was absolute silence, aside from some traitorous snickering from some of the others. 

"..............No," Lime decided on as his response. "Titles I can figure out later, but I just need some story ideas to title in the first place." 

"Oh, why didn't you say so!" She responded in her normal voice. "I can totally help with that!" Lime brightened. Lefay smiled back, and then promptly fell to the floor, pillow under her head, asleep. 

Lime flinched back, and turned back to the rest of the room, slumping his head in his hands. 

"This is never going to work," he lamented. "I'll never get a new idea like this!"

"Well," Nyn cut in, "maybe that's your answer." Lime slowly lifted his head, squinting in confusion. "I mean, if you're not coming up with ideas this way, maybe this way isn't the way to go about it?"

"Right," Allison agreed, as Mandy un-flopped from her. "Just because this works for some people, or even if it's worked for you before, doesn't mean you have to use this method."

"Inspiration comes differently for everyone." Kat piped in, tail swishing in excitement. "You shouldn't feel pressured to choose one specific way and stick to it." 

"And if you're forcing yourself to come up with ideas, doesn't that negate why you're writing in the first place?" Phoenix added. 

"Heck yeah!" Fin shouted. "Writing fanfic is supposed to be fun!" Mandy gently put a hand on his arm. 

"You shouldn't feel pressured at all. If you can't think of something to write, you don't have to." Lime looked up at her, she smiled gently down at him. "You're allowed to not write. You're allowed to take a break. You're allowed to put yourself first." Lime sniffed out a laugh, before looking at all the smiling, encouraging faces of his friends and fellow fanders. 

"Okay, I give. You guys are right." He stood up on all fours, nails clacking against the wood floor. "Now let's get out of this…" he looked around again, frowning. "Wait, where are we?"

"Looks like a stage of some sort?" Kat voiced, uncertainly. A voice sounded from all around them. 

"I'm a theater, sweetheart." Brook responded. There was a rimshot.

"You know, it's things like this that make me really glad that I picked my authorsona myself." Lime deadpanned. Allison and Mandy nodded. 

Over in the corner, a shovel fell over onto a sketchpad in agreement. 

"Yeah, I don't know who's doing this," Mandy spoke a little too nonchalantly, "but these are really, really bad. Like, objectively terrible. I mean just completely awful. As if whoever did it started with zero sense of humor, and then got worse." Hey, watch it, witchy, I’m in control of this story. "And I'm in control of a lot more stories, I can make angst like you wouldn't believe," she cheerfully stated, appropriate of nothing, according to the others' perspectives. 

…I surrender. 

Mandy smirked, satisfied, before bounding over to Lime's back. "So, wanna give us a ride back?"

"Sure," Lime offered his hands out, palms flat for everyone (except for those with wings) to climb on. When everyone had settled, he spread his wings, and took flight. As he faded into the horizon, he mumbled to himself, "Maybe I'll write something with Virgil…"

About a minute after he left, Lefay jolted awake. 

"Alright! I've got like six more plausible ideas for AUs, there's this one where-" Lefay paused, looking around. She seemed distressed for a moment, before continuing. "-but I never figured out what happened with the incident with the noodles. TIME FOR MORE RESEARCH!" She pointed dramatically up to the sky, before immediately flopping back into sleep. 

BONUS!

There was a ringing sound. Every set of eyes snapped to the source. 

"Are you ringing from your body?” Allison asked Kat incredulously. 

"I've got a phone in the box," Kat blushed, fishing it out.

"Getting a call, box-Kat?" Mandy grinned wickedly. Kat barked at her. Mandy frowned. 

"Why-"

"I love dogs," she shrugged. 

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