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Having people vote to kill him is one of the many reasons i think jason is indigenous

People wanting you dead for no real reason or because they think you have "bad vibes" or " just suck" is a very indigenous experience

To be honest i cannot speak on experiences that aren't mine. This would make enough sense in my head because people tend to hate 'others'? Anyways not sure if this was meant to be sent to me or someone else but hope you are having a good day(and if it is not a good day i hope tomorrow can be better)

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Hello, my name is Mohammed Ibraheem from Gaza City, Father of three children. I hope you can help me by donating to my family. You may be the reason we survived. If you can't donate, I hope you can help me spread my campaign so I can find someone to help me and save my family. My go-ghost , el-shab-hussien , ibtisams , nabulsi and gaza-evacuation-funds campaign has been verified as number 240💔🍉🙏🇵🇸

https://www.gofundme.com/f/95gn2-urgent-relief-help-my-family-evacuate

Hey I'm a bit new to tumblr how would i spread this? I cannot currently donate

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Im just gonna assume someone already wrote this and pls consider this a query as to where i could find it:

Doctors fenton-centric

They've been working on this project for years now, and each individually discover that the warped feelings of rage and suffering they felt when they learned their boy was dead/possessed/whichever lead to a dead end, because revenge cannot truly lead to long-term acceptance and catharsis. I want them to suffer knowing that because they were doing this to this broken spirit that they themselves had become broken spirits (not literally ghosts, just metaphorically. Making them ghosts would be too easy for them). I want jack to realize he cannot remember the last smile maddie made or why they truly wanted to dissect such evil monsters in the first place, to sink into a melancholy that can only be brought to him through the suffering of the sole soul he loves in his world. I want maddie to shove her feelings away like jazz does and keep plodding on, because shed made a promise to torture the everliving daylights out of this monster. I want her to realize that she is that monster, that danny, despite his death(or 'death'), would have never accepted this. I want her to break, finally knowing that she was not going on for some righteous cause but for her own mind, clinging to her scraps of sanity. Give me a character study that proves that the fentons, despite their corruption, used to be kind. Show me their descent into that corruption. Not madness, no. That is too good for them, too easy to write off for them. Show me the happy-go-lucky, lab-horny fentons realizing individually that the hatred they'd fostered and built for decades lead to nothing, not even remorse.

The rest of the cast can be there, sure. I just want to see how people think the fentons would deal with their emotions after decades of ignoring them, their other problems, their children, and anything they didn't want to see/hear/feel.

Fuckin egomaniacs or simply broken people, idc.

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Lryngdrun needed something strong for the next fight, something with enough innate power to trump Waalmner's thrice-damned baby abomination. He sat back on materialized haunches, trying to think of anything he'd seen fight and beat his friend's monster: an abomination. How'd they manage to wrangle the thing? Lryngdrun had no clue. Fuckers were too strong for the baby leagues, but technically it was adolescent. Not the youngest fighter in the ring, being a couple hundred years old, but Phantom had beaten--

Wait.

Phantom! The human kid, halfa king of the Ghost Zone! He beat elder abominations for breakfast, and surely humanity had a few babies to spare! Plus, an entity has the most power when they are first born from the ether, so it'll probably be even stronger than Phantom! He chortled gleefully and recalled the euphemisms and strange, flowy human phrases his buddy Krkkemmen had taught him.

It was time to find his gladiator.

Danny hung up his green apron on a hook inside the counter. He hated working morning shifts at the cafe, with screaming children and tired parents, but he enjoyed the evening shift and closing. His coworkers, happy to let someone else reliably do trash duty, were ecstatic to let him be that person.

But he felt something, something off. It felt like someone was poking at his core. It had been a pins-and-needles sensation for a couple hours now, but it twisted into something stronger, like an insistent Tucker dragging him into the Best Buy.

He's got to get that summoning circle out of commission.

Following the urge, he transformed outside after locking up and let the outside desires drag him wherever he was wanted.

"What? You're just a kid! I demand you resummon whoever is in charge over there in the afterlife! This is a matter of life and death."

The boy in question, exasperated, chuckled darkly at the joke. First he had Karens at his day job he had to deal with, and now they were summoning him too? He had to get this summoning ritual out of commission.

"I assure you ma'am," he replied back as he let some of the eldritch power seep into his appearance. "I am the manager."

She shivered involuntarily as the room temperature dropped ten degrees. The candles were long blown out. "Uum...fine. Well, Mister Dark--"

"You can call me Phantom."

"Mister Phantom. Whatever. One of your ghosts stole my daughter! I want her back. Alive."

His eyebrows perked up at this. "Tell me more."

"He said his name was...Larry, or something like that. Said 'borrow...spawn...thanks" in a deep, scratchy voice and flew off with her. He had the gall to throw a peace sign at me!"

He suppressed a chuckle at that. "Can you describe him for me?" He doubted she could describe their culprit, but anything could help him narrow down his search radius.

She paused a minute, thinking. "He had tentacles and claws? Can it really be that important?? Just bring my daughter back!! She's been gone eight days!"

The little demon was strong. It started wrestling him as he went back through the natural portal, laughing and hiccupping all the way. It managed to find a smaller tendril of his being and chomp down on it with its two teeth and he howled, begging for release. It laughed at his pain. This child yearned for the ring, and he didn't even need to train it much!

"Time for the dudes to reap what they've sown." And speak of the devil, Waalmner was directing their baby abomination in training in the ring as he glid over. "Hey there, pardner. Fancy a bout with the strongest creature you've ever seen?"

(Tldr: baby entity fighting ring decides human child is gonna reign supreme and was taught how to say goodbye to humans by a human ghost with a penchant for memes)

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Why do gods or godlike characters so often get shown as 'omnipotent-yet-lethargic' give me a god who doesn't realize/care they are a god and when the heroes/villains of a story or campaign or whatever encounter them they're like "yo, im just trying to exist. This is a wendy's" and send them on their way. No power-exploiting macguffins but instead a paper carton holding donuts with a free coffee as a combo deal. Don't just sequester yourself from the civilization you're supposed to be involved in dudes i promise you aren't as boring/hated/superior over the common man as you think you are