#the realms react to

[zhelin-thames]

Danny Brings the Justice League to the Ghost Zone

Clockwork: “Why did you bring them here, Daniel?”

Danny: “I didn’t bring them. They followed me through a portal like lost ducks.”

John Constantine: “In my defense, I thought you were being possessed again.”

Danny: “I was LITERALLY holding a Dunkin’ bag and floating. That’s just me. That’s Tuesday.”

Batman: “This place violates every law of physics and at least four zoning bylaws.”

Fright Knight (materializing from the floor): “You violate my patience.”

Wonder Woman: “This realm... it’s alive.”

Danny: “Yeah, her name is Realmia. She likes boba and cosmic storms.”

Realmia (the actual Realms, vaguely embodied): blows a ghostly kiss and short-circuits three Bat-gadgets

Flash: “Can we talk about how the sky just blinked at me?”

Superman: “The sky has teeth.”

Danny (casually): “Yeah, don’t worry, they only bite time travelers.”

[The sky above them yawns open like a black hole with glittery teeth.]

Flash (Barry Allen): “...Wait.”

Danny: “Yeah?”

Flash:“I am a time traveler.”

Danny: “OH. That explains why the clouds keep growling at you.”

The Clouds: growl louder

Clockwork, sipping tea with visible amusement: “They’re merely curious. You're like a chew toy made of paradoxes.”

Flash (panicking): “I CAN FIX THIS. I CAN FIX—”

Danny: “No, Barry, this is not a ‘run really fast and mess up the timeline’ moment.”

Flash: “EVERY moment is that moment!”

Batman: “Allen, do not run. You will trigger a Realm storm.”

Flash: “What’s a Realm storm?”

The sky above them screams. Loudly. In Morse code.

Danny: “...Oh. That means ‘hi’ and ‘bite.’ It’s kinda both.”

Clockwork, sipping tea with a thousand-yard stare: “It’s been a long week.”

[nelkcats]

The Great One

Far Frozen is not the only place with carvings of a half-ghost hero, and Danny has been inadvertently traveling between dimensions during his adventures, causing impacts both good and bad.

For one thing, carvings of his battles with Vlad are in Themyscira itself, assessed by an excited young Diana who wonders if such a being really existed, someone who relentlessly pursued evil and fought for justice. The young Amazon spent days admiring the murals, much to the dismay of her mother who was unsure if this happening was a good thing or not. In a way it was part of the reason she decided to leave her island later in life so maybe a mix of both.

Elsewhere, in Nanda Parbat, Ra reflects on murals of a creature bathed in shadows and ice, toxic green eyes that betray his connections to the afterlife and razor sharp fangs. A story for children who fear monsters under their bed, except that his family has proof that it existed, the Lazarus pits only served to confirm their theories. Ra thinks this is what the powerful deserves, immortality.

Even Arthur has found his castle walls filled with carvings of two creatures chasing each other, like day and night. There are tales of how they set the city ablaze in a single day, causing irreparable damage but not taking a single life despite their battles. Beings driven by emotion, persecution and intrigue, but without being benevolent or malevolent. A sample that any creature is imperfect, in a way he thinks it is poetic.

Everyone interprets these beings in their own way, creating their own legends from the anecdotes that were recorded by their ancestors. They never have the same title, no one decides on a name and no one seems to agree on whether these beings are benevolent or malevolent. Whether they are enemies, friends, rivals, or something else.

For some they are a moral lesson, for others a guide, in some cases they are considered righteous heroes, while in others they are the worst enemies of the living, the only sure thing is that they are recognized, one way or another.

Of course, this leads to disaster when Danny decides to explore the dimensions connected to the Infinite Realms.

[stompedchild]

after the past few days i have a lot of thoughts about tr!ros and her lack of kingdom-to-kingdom communication so i'm putting them all together.

all of the below is /rp

so, Ros Roscumber. should be in the running for the Realm SMP's "how many things can one person have wrong with them?" competition, and desperately needs to start seeing a therapist not named Pangi or BadBoyHalo. She is plagued by approximately 10001 issues and i love her. She deals with loneliness, i'd argue social anxiety to some extent, being a people pleaser to a detriment to herself, at least 2 different guilt complexes, nonexistant self-worth that borders on being suicidal, and communication.

Communication is SO important in a place like The Realm where things change on a dime and significant events can happen daily. It's especially important if you're the Royal Architect who is ALSO dealing with about 10000 problems at any given moment. Roscumber has stated that she is not particularly good with phrasing, words, or memory. This does her no favors in being a good communicator, so surely to make up for that she'd frequently express if something's wrong to her faction right? Right??????

Nope! Roscumber has a horrific guilt complex around receiving help from her faction members. She cannot handle the thought of burdening or bothering other people, so she would rather try to be independent and work on things herself to not feel that guilt. Sometimes she'll cave and ask for resources, such as recently when she asked Sneeg to make her new boots (but only after she gathered netherite with Aimsey and Pangi, her friends, not faction members). But other times, such as her training with Clown as an example, she had to be asked to not eat sweet berries and Clown had to insist that it was okay for her to take some of his food.

If the guilt complex was the only issue than maybe Ros would be doing better, but there's another major communication barrier imo. I hesitate to refer to this as anything along the lines of "lacking a backbone" because i don't think that's it. Ros can stand up for herself, though that's typically through killing people who are kinda asking for it (harry, owen, badlinu) and feeling guilty over it afterwards. I want to say that she's passive to a fault but I'm not sure if that fully capture my thoughts. Regularly passive but passive to a fault with the King in particular? I'll figure out how I want to describe this character trait of Ros' eventually :3

When Roscumber left the Kingdom and was confronted by Sneeg, she confessed that she wasn't going to say anything if she wasn't asked. Maybe this says something about how readily her trust/faith and therefore ability to communicate gets shaken, but I think this is an example of her being passive to a fault. More recently she had a chat with Aimsey where she expressed feeling tired over having to constantly defend herself, which I think is a super important line from Ros. Because Ros has been messed with in some shape or form, somewhat consistently, since around the Hostile Faction joining and Mocha deciding to be her number 1 hater. Mocha dying didn't really save her either considering the recent actions of The Jester. At the end of the day, having to be on the defending end from so much shit from so many people for about 3 months now is undeniably exhausting and draining. So what does Roscumber to in response for this? She takes an even more passive approach than normal and simply takes the blows, especially the verbal ones, as they come.

But how does this tie into Kingdom communication? Roscumber's biggest and most active ally, Sneegsnag, is typically off doing his own thing 90% of the time. He is generally speaking out of the loop with a good chunk of things that happen on the server, but it's been noticable with Ros recently. The Jester is after her once again, and she feels as though Foolish is not taking her concerns seriously, and perhaps never thought of it as a big issue in the first place. Not to mention being terrified that Owen is winning him over to kick her out of the Kingdom. Her newfound friend Pangi is having troubles with Ilip, she's dealing with having to process what Owen's said to her, and she's organizing a ball on top of all that! Now, more than ever, she wants to be listened to by someone who can hear about Kingdom secrets without getting in trouble. And yet, she does not reach out for that help.

It's a mix of her tremendous guilt around receiving help from her faction members and not wanting to bother them, see "I fear Sneegsnag has done too much for me," - paraphrased line from Roscumber, but also lacking the will to call out for help, that concerning passivity. Instead of reaching out to her faction member, her teammate, her friend(!!!), she cannot bring herself to take the initial leap of writing /msg Sneegsnag, and will instead wait for one of her friends who is around spawn more frequently to notice that something is wrong and ask her about it. She wants help, she wants comfort, she wants to be listened to by someone she wants to trust, but in order for all of that to occur she first needs to ASK for that. She is instead passive, and waits for her woes to be noticed by those who see her often. She wants her mind to be read yet there's not a single person capable of that on the server. It does not help that she tends to constantly question her loyalties, she is worried about her words misconstruing the situation, and is worried that Sneegsnag's reaction to information will be negative. So with no other active Kingdom members to turn to in confidence, she confides to Aimsey and the Honey Badgers.

It is so cool that this is a solvable issue though! All that needs to happen is for Roscumber to ask Sneeg to talk, and she then needs to open up about her recent problems. Except she has expressed struggling to do that in the first place because of all of her many issues. Sneeg has expressed wanting to support Roscumber and wanting to hang out more, but because of this lack of communication it doesn't happen, and both parties are sad because there's no talking going on. It feels as though Ros is only able to open up when pushed to a breaking point, which is not healthy in the slightest. (not that she is doing that great anyways) Otherwise she will just Not Talk about her problems in fear of being a bother or receiving an unwanted (negative) response. Despite all of this I would like to believe that when the time comes for either Ros to reach out to Sneeg, or for him to inquire about something being wrong, Ros will be given what she has been looking for this past week.

[kristiliqua]

watching these twohickey vods i realize why sneeg and clown have beef (/silly) because DUDE WHERE ARE HIS POTION BOTTLES 😭😭😭😭😭 IS CLOWN SHOVING THEM UP HIS ASS ????????? WHATS GOING ON

[libraford]

Not clear equivalents, but-

Ceremonial magic is neoclassicism.

Wiccan magic is impressionism.

Chaos magic is modern art.

Folk magic is outsider art.

[quadrantadvisor]

Alright new Jason Todd headcanons in a dpxdc setting:

Danny is a "liminal" ghost, rather than a "half" ghost. He's alive and dead at the same time. (He's like Jesus Christ (in the church denomination I grew up in), fully ghost and fully human.) Danny, in human form, can go through a ghost shield, because he IS a living human.

Jason, however, is a reanimated corpse. He isn't a ghost, wouldn't have a ghost core, etc, he has a normal human system that runs ON ectoplasm. Jason CANNOT go through a ghost shield, because he is always an ectoplasmic entity. Danny can go through the Fenton Ghost Catcher and be split into a ghost and a human; if Jason went through the ghost catcher, he would straight up die.

(For my purposes I'm gonna say that Jason became an ectoplasmic entity upon his resurrection, but wasn't very stable. Dunking in the Lazarus pit stabilized his system but also poisoned his ectoplasm.)

I do think that Jason could learn certain ghost abilities if he learned to harness his ectoplasm, especially if they detoxed him off the Lazarus waters. He's probably already enhancing his stealth and strength in ways he hasn't really noticed. I think he's held back by the amount of physical matter he's lugging around, so maybe he couldn't fly, but I'm imagining temporary invisibility, or intagibility of like, a limb at a time. Maybe he can't walk through walls, but in a fight he can dodge by instinctively making the targeted part of his body intangible.

[sharffffff]

Ugh. The past 24 hours were less than pleasant, and the conversation with one of the Keepers in the last twenty minutes in that place didn’t make the experience any better - in some way, it made it worse. Now Lukey knew the place to put to the name he heard so many times, was accused of being from so many times - and that made the situation worse. Not with Ros, no - well, with Ros too, if she was ever to find out that he went to the Null after the reset, or that this apparently wasn’t his first time there… that didn’t matter, though. Lukey didn’t care about what Ros would think in this moment - no, he cared for someone much closer. 

He wasn’t stupid. He saw the three bedrolls in the dark corridors of the Null, he heard people talking about the three of them being stuck there for ages, and he knew how Ros reacted to the mere chance of her hearing his voice in that place - his chest still bore the scars to remind him of the spear that pierced him on his first day in this Realm. And with the Keeper saying that it was his fifth time there… even if Lukey didn’t remember it, it confirmed he was there before. It confirmed Ros didn’t lie, it confirmed that he was there before. And that was what frightened Lukey beyond anything else. What would Pangi think?

As Lukey paced around the room, this was the only thing he could think of. Before Pangi didn’t have any reason to believe Ros about the fact that Lukey was from the Null, Lukey declined it, after all, and he believed so himself - but now he had different information, conflicting information, and he knew how much Pangi despised liars, and he knew that Pangi was stuck in the Null for decades, and he knew how Ros reacted to just the possibility of him being from that place - so how would Pangi react? He knows where Lukey is, he knows where Lukey respawns, he can reset him over and over and over again…

And Lukey would take it. It wouldn’t be the axe that hurts the most, it would be the fact that Pangi would hate him for something he can’t control. He hoped it wouldn’t happen, but he feared it would. Pangi was traumatized by that place, after all, and Lukey wouldn’t hold it against him if he found out that he lied, even if it was unknowingly, and started to despise him for that, and for being from the place he was stuck in for so long. He didn’t want Pangi to hate him, but he couldn’t keep this from him. Not even if he wanted to, but he didn’t want to - he wanted to be honest with Pangi, he wanted to tell him at least something, he wanted to show his loyalty, to show his honesty, to ask for forgiveness - even if he was supposed to be the one to do the forgiving, even if it was Pangi’s fault he was even reset in the first place - but he couldn’t hate Pangi. And he hoped, he hoped oh so much, that Pangi wouldn’t hate him.

Lukey didn’t know if he could survive without Pangi, and not in a way that he needed Pangi’s protection - no, he needed Pangi like lungs needed air, and the very thought of him hating Lukey, of him leaving Lukey behind, refusing to acknowledge his existence - it felt ruinous to him. Pangi killing him over and over again would be better, it would be so much better than just silent hatred, than leaving him behind, than ignoring and avoiding him as much as possible - and seeing Ros’s reaction to Lukey, he was afraid that that would be the fate he would get from Pangi as well. And it destroyed him. He didn’t want to believe it, he hoped for the better, but the fear consumed him, the dread spread throughout his body, and he felt frozen in place as he looked upon the white walls of the lab, perhaps for the last time on this realm. He expected to get exiled, get kicked out of Pangi’s sacred place, forbidden to ever step foot in here. This could be the very last time he sets his sight on this place, and he dreaded the moment when Pangi would appear. 

With a sigh, Lukey turned around, ready to go back to the office he had only recently finished, ready to pack up what little stuff he had to be prepared to get out, only to see Pangi standing closely behind, looking at him with interest, eyes sparkling with a slight purple in the corners of the bright sky blue. Lukey jumped in surprise, stumbling back and into the wall, afraid of what was to follow. He was certain that Pangi could feel the Null’s essence of him, and he was prepared to face his fate, to forever lose him - but nothing happened. There was no axe in Pangi’s hands, there was no anger in his eyes, only the relief and hope and excitement to see him back. But… why? Why did he not react? Why did he not care? Lukey was relieved, of course, but he was also apprehensive. Was this a trick? Was this an attempted to lure him into false sense of security? Because if it was, it was really cruel. And it was working. 

But he couldn’t help but notice just how much lighter Pangi became when he realized that Lukey was back, and remembered him, and was fine. His face held a constant smile, his eyes sparkled with joy, and his tail wagged under the robes. Pangi clinged onto Lukey’s arms much more than before, and almost refused to let him go, as if afraid to lose him, and it confused Lukey even more. Did he not sense the air of the Null on him? Lukey didn’t want to cling onto false hope, he didn’t want to lull himself into thinking he was safe, and even getting the apology and welcome back gift from Pangi felt wrong. Lukey not saying anything ate at him from within, as if he was lying by keeping silent - and he couldn’t bare lying to Pangi. He had to speak up. 

“Where were you for the last 24 hours? What was it like?” This question from Pangi hit Lukey like a truck. Oh. Pangi knew. He asked because he wanted to see if he would lie. Of course this was all a test. He was going to lose him no matter what, wasn’t he? He was stupid for holding onto hope. 

“Oh! Oh… You may be familiar…” Lukey didn’t want to say it. He didn’t want to confirm his worst fears would come to pass. But he couldn’t lie to Pangi. He hated this. He hated all of this.

“Oh, was it the Null?” Pangi tilted his head slightly, like he always does, with a spark of interest and recognition going through his eyes, and it scared Lukey even more than before. Yes, Pangi would do it in casual conversations - but he would also do it when measuring up a target before the hunt, and Lukey was afraid that in this situation it meant the latter. He could already see his jaws snapping around his neck, ending his life once again, ending yet another hunt, ending this relationship, ending Lukey’s hope - but he had to answer. He couldn’t lie, so all that remained was telling the truth. 

“It was.” Lukey closed his eyes, ready for the strike, but it never came. After a couple of far too long moments he opened them once more, only to notice the barely visible nod that Pangi made after getting that confirmation, and a slight wag of his tail. He was… glad? Was he happy to know his suspicions were confirmed? Why did he not strike? Why was there no fear in his eyes? Why was there no resentment? Lukey didn’t understand. This didn’t make sense. None of this made any sense. 

“So, how was the Null? Was it your first time there?” And there it was. Again. This was the question that would be followed by the resentment, wasn’t it? Pangi just needed to know for sure that it wasn’t his first time there before he could strike, and Lukey was about to give him this opportunity on a silver platter.

“You know what? I’m going to say it once, and I’m not going to repeat this again. I’m not certain, Pangi.” Lukey didn’t lie. He wasn’t certain. He could only remember being there once, this time, after the reset, before being brought back. But… if the conversation with the Keeper was to be believed, he has been there before, and more than once. And he wasn’t certain if he could believe him - but something within him told him it wasn’t a lie. 

 “What do you mean? You’re not certain it was your first time there?” Pangi tilted his head again, this time in genuine confusion. Lukey could tell that Pangi knew this wasn’t a lie, but he also couldn’t understand how it wasn’t a lie, and that clearly excited the pangolin. Lukey, though? Lukey just feared for what it would mean for their future.

“No, I’m not.” 

“What… makes you not certain?” As Lukey was preparing to answer, he flinched, as Pangi’s hand that he forgot was even holding his shoulder suddenly pulled him alongside him, into the office, where Pangi pointed towards the seats. This was the end, wasn’t it? Lukey tried acting calm, but he knew that hell would follow, and he knew he couldn’t tell everything, but he also couldn’t lie, and he was afraid that this was the end of everything. 

“So… why are you uncertain?” Pangi’s blue gaze pierced straight through Lukey, and he knew that his time has come. He hated that it had come to this, he hated the fact that Pangi was going to despise him for trying to keep secrets from him, he hated that he was going to be left alone, yet again, undeserving of love. 

“...That’s all that you need to know.” Lukey knew this was it. The long pause, followed by unsatisfying answer? He didn’t know why he wasn’t dead already, but he was still alive, and when he looked up, he could see smile back on Pangi’s face, could hear his tail trying to wag despite him sitting. Why… what? He didn’t understand.

“Oh! Staying mysterious around here, okay!” Pangi replied with a mischievous smile and instantly shifted the conversation in other direction. He didn’t try to pry, he didn’t try to get the secret out of Lukey - he just accepted it and moved on. He didn’t hate him for who he was, and because of that, Lukey was left confused. How? How was he okay with this? He was in the Null so long his entire being was corrupted? How would he be okay near someone who has been in the Null more than once, by his own self admittance, and refused to share the full knowledge of just how many times he had been there? 

Lukey didn’t know how he deserved to be loved, when the world before has only shown him hatred and resentment and fear. But what he did know is this - he would fight for this love no matter what. He wouldn’t love unconditionally, he knew the problems that could lead with it, but as long as there was mutual respect and trust - he would do anything in his power to prove to be worthy of Pangi’s love, and would do the same in return. Because that’s what love is about.

[lunarharp]

offloads scribbly stuff

[ultra-raging-ghost]

anyone else up missing pili2. pili2 I didn't know you as well as mocha or ace but you deeply intrigued and saddened me. we miss you pili2

[the-golden-mango-of-discord]

if i could maybe get on my soapbox here for a moment i think what ppl get fundamentally wrong abt wulian is that it is built on unequal grounds and it can never reconcile that by nature of where both of them are at in their respective narrative arcs. any story about xie lian recognizing wuming’s devotion and trying to do better by it is explicitly rejecting xie lian’s actual character at that point in his life and projecting his future self onto the narrative, when that xie lian doesn’t exist yet and can never exist at this point in the story bc he hasn’t experienced that outside act of kindness. he can only see wuming’s devotion as trivial and misguided at best, repugnant and mocking at worst. wuming means nothing to xie lian until his sacrifice, and ironically enough it took a random stranger’s secondhand kindness to even awaken that realization in xie lian. wuming’s devotion is just not what xie lian needed at that point in his life and was actively spurring on his self-hatred and jaded apathy toward the world. the huge chasm between xie lian’s utter disregard for himself and wuming’s devotion, which is entirely dedicated to the exact person xie lian despises. thus the more wuming devotes himself to xie lian, the less he thinks of him. of course that’s very unromantic and not conducive to fluffy fanfiction, so ppl make up a xie lian who actually has the capacity to care about wuming and by extension himself

[specialtysacrifice]

Honestly I dont even think the pec massages are consciously gay. They're both just so used to their own little macdennis world that all the homoerotic shit reads as platonic to them until someone from the outside sees it. Just like how before Mac came out, they used to jack it together, but it was just a bro thing to do and they liked it. Mac massaged Dennis' pecs because it's a bro thing to do and they liked it. In the same exact vein of "two codependent losers who can't do anything separate" is just because they like spending time with each other and it feels good. They wouldn't read more into it because they like it and it feels good and they both chase 'feeling good'. I believe this is still the train of thought even after Mac's come out. I don't think Dennis is any more aware of it than Mac is. I'm a firm believer that everyone in the gang operates at the same mental capacity tbh

[mellowthorn]

Do you all ever think about how Fitz must have felt immediately after the Fool's Fate breakup? Like, before he begins properly courting Molly and using that as an escape, back when he still lives in Buckkeep? He largely speeds through this era in his narration, but how was it actually like for him, living through it day by day?

Waking up in the bed of Chade's workroom, expecting to feel the Fool's back against his, but then realizing that no one's there. Listening to nobles and servants gossip about Lord Golden and when asked, having to come up with some sort of an explanation, all the while trying not to show just how much even the mention of him hurts.

Walking past the door to Lord Golden's chambers and resisting the urge to try to pull it open, just in case the Fool might still be there (even if he knows that it would be impossible). Reciting the poem the Fool left him over and over in his mind, searching for any clue that might hint to his return, yet finding nothing. Drinking apricot brandy alone.

For the first time since he was a boy, having to live without either his Wit-bond to Nighteyes, or his Skill-link to the Fool. All by himself, entirely disconnected from the two beings who made him whole.

[twobirdsflytogether]

Vod 26 (nothing happened ahaha) at roughly 1h50min

Tr!Ros explaining to tr!Aimsey why he should give her pangi's head then

Tr!Ros "I want to see him mad, I want to see him run at me, be mad"

Tr!Aimsey "Your Going To Die Ros"

Tr!Ros "Okayokay but- do you not understand- does part of you not understand. that little rush bro. Like I want it to happen. I'm interested. I will be fine and I will be safe! Don't worry! I have ender pearls-"

Tr!Aimsey "Um. Wait what do mean 'rush'"

Then agreeing on "you can do it. But I'm supervising. And if I die, accept that it's on you".

Then the plan kinda gets interrupted and Ros disappointedly gives it back so she can go chat with Owen.

Interlude(warning of don't take this too seriously); gotta love Tr!Ros's seemingly flagrant disregard of her own life, for a potential bit. Of wanting the rush that having your life in danger. Very W, much whimsy.

[momomallowart]

The new CG has me in a mood (and the mood is punk goes pop) ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ🤘

[mellifiedberries]

After Aimsey's latest post abt tr!Aimsey, I'm curious to see how they'd react if tr!Ros died, would they cry? would they laugh? would they show they cared at all? would they brush it off for the sake of progress? would they get angry? so many ways they could react

[solomiracle]

how does the celestial realm know of satan's existence a year after the war? i know nightbringer screwed the whole "the devildom and celestial realm didn't contact each other for centuries or smth" thing but you would think that satan wouldn't be known to them for a while