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BNHA X DP Crossover HCs
After the long wait and finals, here are my ideas for all the quirks/occupations and other concepts I devised for the DP characters in the BNHA universe. This was just for fun and for inspiration towards others interested in this crossover au in general. 
Tagging the people that were looking forward to this post based on the replies: @qoinq-qhost, @floralflowerpower, @tgfangirl4eva @goodfish-bowl, @whitehairglowinggreeneyedcrush and more. 
Anyways, happy reading, folks!
Mr. Lancer
Hero name: Mr. Scholastic
Quirk: Bookworm
Involves his iconic usage of literature titles & quotes for swears to become abilities corresponding to the novel’s contents/themes. Course, he is limited to only books he has read and can quote accurately. Additionally, his voice gets very raspy past two or three quotes as well.
Occupation: Homeroom Teacher for Class 1- A; He’s very dedicated to his new students and teaching the fundamentals of being a pro hero and more! Course, I don’t think his chamomile tea with a wedge of lemon is enough to help him relax from his students (*cough* Danny, Tucker and Poindexter) from their antics at times. 
Danny
Hero name: Phantom 
Quirk: Ghost core (Ok, @coffeecakecafe had the best name for this one gotta give credit here)
Able to do anything a ghost is perceived to do. Go through walls, disappear and fly. This is a one of a kind quirk as it was obtained from Danny’s old quirk being altered by a machine his parents made that would repurpose/alter an individual’s quirk based on their past family members' own metahuman genetics.
Danny is doing his best and trying to understand his new quirk without causing too much attention to himself while doing so but it seems like its been doing the opposite as of late. Thankfully, he won’t be doing it alone with all his classmates around to help him!
Sam
Hero Name: Black Dahlia 
Quirk: Overgrown 
Able to create any plant that she knows the biological makeup and content of in almost any environment. However, it is important for her to drink lots of nutrient rich water and take in enough sun if she plans to create larger versions of these plants.
Tucker
Hero name: Tech Master
Quirk: Tech Core
Located on his chest/heart area is a special energy core capable of powering electronics at a rate faster than anything made-man could ever hope to achieve. As a kid, Tucker would tinker away in his family’s garage on a suit that would harness his power to the fullest extent and lead a new era of support tech in the hero world.
Valerie
Hero name: Red Huntress
Quirk: Electromagnetism (Someone I’ve been trying to find their post on my blog had posted this idea and I fell in love with it ever since)
She’s like Static Shock but with a dash of magenta/ruby lasers she can create through focusing her electromagnetism through her finger tips. She is an expert with her quirk and has the best handle of her quirk than most of her peers. She is the most frequent visitor in the support equipment workshop next to Tucker, Poindexter and Danny. It’s how she built the hoverboard she has in the show that utilizes her electromagnetic abilities for both offensive and defensive maneuvers. (Also, I enjoy the idea that Bullet is Val’s uncle on her mom’s side and is her biggest supporter alongside her dad, Damien Gray).
Jazz 
Quirk: Serenity 
Helps calm individuals and give them a sense of safety/security when they’re around her in a 10 feet radius. Though, anyone out of range cannot be affected by her quirk and she needs to be conscious in order to use it.
She planned on becoming a pro hero but felt her powers were best suited for her dream profession as a psychologist. She has used her quirk a lot when Danny was overwhelmed with his studies prior to UA. Course, a phone call and sibling chat over the phone certainly does the job for Danny now when it comes to preparing material for exams. (Course, its up to you guys to decide)
Dash
Hero name: Rager
Quirk: Strength Magnification
Improves his physique and stamina by a large percentage for a set amount of time. Needs to be careful of how much/long he magnifies his body or else his body will become immensely sore. 
Kwan
Hero name: Rallier 
Quirk: Team Rally (50/50)
Able to duplicate himself 3-4 times while being able to power-up allies’ quirks or stamina with a rally chant to help the team. The more duplicates there are the rally effect multiplies/stacks on the individual but it can lead to dangerous outcomes for their quirk output. 
Kwan is the class representative for 1-A, he’s the best at the job and was more than thrilled to be the one leading his class in more ways than one.  
Paulina
Hero name: Enchantress
Quirk: Charm
If the opponent is flustered by her taunts or flirting, their vision will become altered and start seeing things that are not there. It works better on men than women and the opponent can snap out of it with enough willpower or if they’re not interested in her.
Star
Hero name: Ms. Meteorite
Quirk: Comet
Similar to Gran Torino’s Jet quirk except faster and she can create an explosive impact on where she lands. Similar to a meteorite landing on earth, she also learns to use this as a long distance move by punching fast enough as she descends to create wind pressure punches.
Poindexter
Hero name: Tex (like in Tex Avery; Danny gave him the idea!) 
Quirk: Slapstick
His appearance is black and white just like an old timey cartoon character as well as having the durability and cartoon powers of one. However, his quirk can only work as long as what he does with it is funny in the circumstance it’s used for. Sort of like “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” rules in a sense. 
Sidney is part of Class 1-A just saying, I don’t care, this is Poindexter’s time to shine here to be the coolest/funniest person in the class. Also, Tucker’s most loyal friend/tester for new support items. 
Wes Weston
Hero name: Vigilance
Quirk: Deduction
He is able to deduct people’s identities to flaws/weak points for him to use against them and  exploit against problems. 
Class 1-B Representative and the most annoying/terrifying person that Danny has dealt with in his life. He was able to figure out that Danny’s quirk is not his own or more so that it's not natural and takes every opportunity to state this regardless if anyone is listening or not. 
Amber Mclain
Hero Name: Ember
Quirk: Fiery voice (50/50)
Her quirk uses the vibrations in her sining voice to conduct intense heat waves onto opponents or utilize to rumble the structures around here and even put out the flames from her quirk. Its like a combination of Present Mic and Endevours quirk but it leaves her with a strained or inflamed vocal cords with overuse. 
Third year student or an upcoming rock star that has certainly gain huge popularity after her song “Remember” was a nationwide hit amongst the younger generation. She’s striving to be the top hero while making her next hit to become the 1# song on the listings. 
Dani
Hero name: Phantwo (lol jk; unsure what her name would be)
Quirk: Poltergeist 
Similar to Danny’s quirk “Ghost”, except she has the additional ability to melt herself to a slimy puddle and use her ectoplasmic slime to trap or surprise opponents.
Clockwork
Hero Name: Clockwork
Quirk: Time Keeper
Clockwork’s quirk allows him to stop time for 5 to 15 minutes and be able to rewind it in the same amount of time. It can be one to multiple objects as long as he touches them in order to interact with them.
Principle of UA in this au. He’s quite a reserved man but still manages to visit and congregate with students throughout the school during lunch period. 
Flynn Fenton/Flynn Walker
Hero Name: The Green Knight
Quirk: Mineralization 
His quirk allows him to manipulate the minerals and inorganic materials in the atmosphere to create into crystalized constructs that are almost stronger than diamond. Luckily, the crystals have no value so he doesn’t have to worry about that aspect of his quirk. He does have to worry about his skin becoming dried out as a result of his quirk usage. 
Flynn is a third year student that loves to check up on his cousin, Danny, any chance he gets bc of the amount of work he does with his internships.
James Walker (or James W. Hausermann)
Hero name: Warden Wraith
Quirk: Plasma Apparatus
His quirk ionizes the electrolytes in the blood system into plasma. His entire body is composed of plasma giving him his skeletal appearance. He can create plasma chains, teleport from point A to B and more as long as he focuses and has enough energy at use. Course, he can have minor to severe dehydration and imbalance in his electrolyte levels from overuse. 
Occupation: CEO of an infrastructure security company/Provisional License Examiner just like Gang Orca.The ghost prison guards become his backup/helpers for the exam phases. (They’re just trained stuntmen with combat or military experience for the occasion).
Also, I like to think Walker has kids in this au who are in the Class 1-A group; they’re not hard to spot they take after their father with their skeletal complexion. 
Skulker
Villain name: Quirk Hunter
Quirk: Tracker
The moment Skulker makes eye contact with his target he will be able to hunt them down and find them anywhere no matter how good they are at covering their tracks. He can lock on to only one target, but he will be able to know their heart beat, quirk, be able to place a tracking/scent line that only he can see and will lead him to his target’s location. It lasts for over a day or a half.
Occupation: Skulker is known for capturing, info-detailing or “retiring” newcomer pros or specific quirk users for his clients that pay him handsomely for their targets, dead or alive. Thanks to Vlad, Danny was strictly intended to be captured alive by Skulker but sometimes he gets too thrilled by the hunt to not have a memento. Trust me, it's more of a dangerous 
Nicolai Technus 
Villain Name: Technus 
Quirk: Technopathy
A genius in his own right, even if he’s a little crazy, with the best ability possible for a man of science and innovation. As long as he knows the makeup and attributes of the machine, Technus is able to completely repurpose or change a machine’s qualities for offensive and defensive qualities. Whenever that be for a mech suit or hacking a high tech system for entry, he’s able to do it as long as he knows what it is and how it functions. An example is repurposing a slot machine into a submachine gun that shoots coins at the target. 
Vlad Masters
Name: Vlad Plasmius
Quirk: Vampire
Can do anything a vampire can supposedly do. However, he was able to manifest an additional aspect of this quirk which is the ability to copy any quirk users ability. Based on the type of blood he ingests decides the amount of time he can use the copied quirk for.
Occupation: CEO of his own hero firm, he is extremely selective with the interns he has that there is a major waitlist to be even consider for Masters Inc. Course, imagine the surprise Danny must of felt when he received an offer from Vlad right off the bat after the Sports festival. 
Bruce Guiles (Bullet)
Hero Name: Bullet 
Quirk: Sphyraena or Chimera Fish
Able to do anything a barracuda can do or the quirk is a 50/50 mutant quirk in which he has both the traits of a barracuda, Chimaeras and a touch of piranha from his parents being of one of these fish species hence Chimera. Bullet can do anything those fish can do overall but he can’t go too long without hydration from water. Water quality and its oxygen content also affect his abilities by a noticeable percentage but he still remains quite formidable as a quirk user.
Occupation: Captain of a coast guard team, he’s a strict military man with an amazing record of saving people from any disasters both on land and sea. Him and Walker are best buddies ever since they went to school together. 
Vortex
Hero Name: Vortex
Quirk: Storm Warning
Vortex can utilize any variation of a natural disaster depending on the environment he’s in. Hurricanes, tornadoes, thunderstorms, you name it he can create it for his use. However, despite his amazing control over his quirk it is still possible for him to create these disasters if he lost control or magnify another pre-existing one if he loses focus. 
Occupation: Storm-chaser/Forecaster; His control and knowledge in combating/predicting these natural disasters has led to him to be part of a storm chasing crew and they’re the best in helping disaster prevention teams evacuate citizens as a result.
Petra Eris
Hero name: Pandora
Quirk: Butterfly Effect
Can manipulate or prevent a chaotic event to happen if she was in proximity and present to prevent it to happen. Or even give a little chaos to the opponent to deal with during battle. 
One of the top ten heroes and most beloved heroes in the country. She is the best strategist in any team and has a way to predict any event before they happen given the necessity of it for her quirk to work in her favor. 
Johnny 
Vigilante name: Johnny 13
Quirk: Unlucky
Johnny manifests his bad luck into a shadow that will latch onto opponents and cause unfortunate events to occur more for that individual as a result. However, the shadow cannot exist in complete sunlight; it can only remain if there are already shadows in his general area or it’s nighttime and its effects are strongest at that time obviously.
Occupation: Johnny is the leader of a biker gang or de-facto leader of said biker gang who loves to raise hell and helping folks that need saving whenever he’s around or is up to the task. Kitty tags along with him to help him out of jams and bc she loves him. :3
Kitty
Vigilante name: Kitty
Quirk: Lovesick
Kitty sends a smooch towards her opponent which if it makes contact causes the individual to have nausea or become disoriented for around 10 minutes. It can also have a chance of lasting longer if the individual was sort of infatuated with her regardless of gender. 
Pariah Dark
Villain name: King Pariah
Quirk: Ultimate Adaptation 
Similar to all for one except with the unpredictability for both the user and opponents. Pariah can manifest any type of quirk needed to defeat anyone that stands in his way both one-on-one and in groups. Course, drawbacks are the learning curve to some of the quirks and that multiple adaptions he utilizes at once will destroy his cells in the process. 
Pariah is a former follower of all for one who had unique quirk that All for one augmented to help him succeed if both Shigaraki and Tomura failed in their own conquest for the world. But now Pariah has his own plans to succeed where they failed and become the leader who shapes a new world order with an iron fist. 
Frederick Kingsmen
Villain/vigilante name: Fright Knight
Quirk: Burning Energy Infusion
Able to form/infuse objects with his own burning energy life force that is capable of burning or slicing through any in his sight. The sweat he gives off is what provides the material needed to ignite his unnatural flames despite it causing his body to overheat still. 
Fright Knight is Pariah’s second-in-command with a loyalty to him as strong as his control over his power. Fright Knight has faced many pro-heros as he carried out the smaller phases of Pariah’s plans and most of them barely came close towards defeating or leaving as much as  scratch on the knight. 
Rodolfo Gonzalo  
Hero name: Wulf
Quirk: Werewolf + Portal creation (50/50?)
Can do anything a werewolf can supposedly do; somehow it allows him to create portals with his claws to locations he has marked with them or visited in the past. 
Wulf was abducted on by Pariah’s forces and sent into the Nomu labs for experimentation to force on another quirk and instill complete allegiance to their cause. Course, Wulf broke free as a result of that new additional quirk allowing him to escape their clutches and his previous one helping him survive the endeavor. However, he lost his memories in the process and could only remember his native language, Spanish, and his hero name Wulf. 
Overgrown
Villain/vigilante Name: Overgrown
Quirk: Plant Manipulation
Can manipulate any pre-existing plant matter or create new vegetation if water and soil is present for the process or he understand the biological makeup of the plant in question. 
Occupation: Pro-hero or eco-terrorist who is tired of humanity from abusing the environment from quirk battles to industries using the land for their own benefits and none others.
That’s all I have for now! I hope this was worth the wait, guys. As well as, inspire ideas for your takes with a DP x BNHA Crossover! 
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library-of-cronos · 3 years
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Being Run in Circles
Ao3
My Christmas Truce gift for @blockswingperry
Hope you enjoy!
William Lancer had been having a normal day. He woke up at 6:00 am, just as he did every day. He made two cups of coffee - one to drink then and one to put in his silver thermos for lunch when the first one’s effects had worn off.
He drove to Casper High just like normal, if a bit slower because of the early-birds traffic. And he had prepared for class until 7:30 when school officially started. That was also the time when the late students would rush in.
Or, as he’d gotten used to, when Daniel Fenton rushed in, sweating and panting hard. The teacher looked up at the clock from his seat, marking the time right as the student in question ran in.
“Mr. Fenton.” He greeted. Another look at the clock showed that he was, technically, on time.
“Mr. Lancer.” He greeted back, a bit of sarcasm leaking in.
Will didn’t even have to say anything for Mr. Fenton to take his seat next to his two friends. He also ignored the hushed whispers they shared. He knew it would pass, just as it always did.
He stood up, giving his legs a little stretch. “Today we’ll be discussing Hamlet. I’m sure you all read last night’s chapter.”
A few groans later and some shuffling of backpacks and papers told him that, no, not everyone read it. It would be a long English class, he knew for certain.
The next class he taught was Algebra. It was one of his favorites, asides from Literature, of course. And he thought it would have been the same, long class period as last time.
He was proven wrong when Mr. Fenton stepped in the door.
Or, more accurately, a look-alike of him stepped in. This person was not Mr. Fenton. At least, Will was sure this wasn’t the same Mr. Fenton who walked into his last class, just as technically on time as before.
This one had his hair styled upwards instead of forwards. His shoulders were more hunched in, though Mr. Lancer thought the boy couldn’t bend that far.
“Mr. Fenton.” He greeted slowly, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Mr. Lancer.” He greeted back, in a slightly higher pitch than the other Danny. The phone in his hands should have been put away, as that was what Mr. Fenton always did before he came into the classroom, but it wasn’t until this other Danny had sat down in his chair that it was stuffed into his pocket.
Will was already sitting but he felt the need to sit down come over him. Sighing softly he began class. “Today we’ll be talking about factorials and absolute values. Please pull out your books and turn to page 49.”
“What?” Will whispered to himself, upon seeing another Mr. Fenton look-alike stroll into his class. This one was more muscular, filling out their normal shirt more than usual.
Still, they were late. “Mr. Fenton. Please take your seat.”
They smiled widely, oddly sharp teeth showing. “Sure thing, Mr. Lancer”
Again, the voice was different, this time much lower than usual. If the look on the other students faces was any indication, it wasn’t just Will that noticed it.
Mr. Baxter in particular seemed to fume about it, glaring at the person until they met his glare and gave it back. A silent argument that Will didn’t want himself to be a part of was beginning, so he started class.
“We’ll be using today’s health class to talk about stress management.” he began, just as he’d planned, yet unable to take his eyes off of this Danny, with sharp teeth and a sharper glare any time he turned around.
Will would have thought he’d get a break from this odd day when walking to the break room. It was only a few doors down, just after Mr. Falluca’s science room. He had planned on heating another cup of coffee in the break room, saving the home-made one in his thermos for later, when he spotted Mr. Fenton yet again, this time in the cafeteria.
Like usual, he was spending his break talking to his friends instead of eating the lunch in front of him. Will sighed, finally given a reprieve from his antics.
He had almost walked away when Mr. Fenton ducked down to pick up something he dropped, yet he stuck around in shock when a different person with the same clothes on popped his head back up.
His hair was slicked back with gel that most certainly wasn’t there before. His shirt seemed to be ironed out, hardly a wrinkle on it.
Something was dropped again, prompting him to lean down again, this time appearing again as a shorter and much more feminine version of him. She laughed at something, looked at Will, and smiled, giving a little wave.
William Lancer promptly walked away, seriously needing some coffee at that moment.
The rest of the day passed by just the same as every other day, if the events he had witnessed were ‘just the same’. He wasn’t even going to talk about the oddness that happened with Mr. Fenton today, let alone ask the student about it.
The unlucky news was that Mr. Lancer was in charge of detention today. Certainly Mr. Fenton was going to be there - he always was. And just as the first student walked into his classroom it was then he knew that it was not about to be a normal day.
When five children who all looked like Mr. Fenton walked in and sat down was what led him to that conclusion, to be exact.
He looked at the clock. 2:30. He rubbed his forehead, sighing loudly. Detention let out at 4:30. All he had to do was last until then.
He took another glance at the kids, who’d all sat down, talking to each other.
“I’m telling you,” one of them whispered to another. “Val freaked when she saw me.”
“She flirted with me, though.” the other whispered back, giggling.
“She never does that with me.” the one who Mr. Lancer was sure was Danny Fenton said, sighing.
On the other side of an empty row of desks, the other two were talking to each other.
“At least he made something that works.” the shortest one of the bunch said, gesturing to his phone.
“No, Dad didn’t make that.” the clean-pressed fourth one said. “Tucker did.”
“What? No way, Dad was bragging about it last night.”
Mr. Lancer didn’t know what was going on, nor did he know these children. At least he didn’t think so. But he was in charge of detention, that was for certain. Even if all they would do was sleep or work on homework, he needed to start somewhere.
“What did you do to be sent to detention today?” he finally asked who he knew for certain was Danny Fenton, though he already knew the answer.
The student’s stopped their conversations to look at him. A few glances in each other’s directions, along with in his direction later, and everyone’s eyes landed on Danny.
“Sleeping in class.” Danny gave a lopsided smile with a little shrug. “Like usual.”
Lancer directed his attention to the second boy, one who looked almost identical except for much shorter hair styled upwards. The boy had his shoulders hunched in and hands under his desk, most certainly playing on a phone Mr. Lancer would have to take away later.
“Who are you?” he asked, because he most certainly was not Danny Fenton.
“I’m Niel.” the boy said without looking up, in a slightly higher pitch than Danny Fenton. “I got caught graffiting the bathroom walls with big ‘Boo’s to scare off the ghosts.”
“Why would that scare them off?” Lancer mindlessly asked, instead of keeping it to himself.
“The only way to scare a ghost is to be a ghost yourself.” Neil didn’t look up from his phone, but held up his finger like he’d come up with something great. “Or to convince them that something else is already haunting the only bathroom I like.”
“I see.” Lancer replied, feeling just as lost as before. He turned to the second Danny look-a-like. “And who are you?”
“I’m Dabbi.” the slightly taller and more muscular Danny Fenton said, voice toned much deeper for some reason, just like the student who entered his Algebra class. He noticed that they had much more hair than the others, sticking out like a hedgehog, though that was a silly comparison.
“They’re the coolest cause they can kick Dash’s butt.” the third imposter Danny said, crossing his arms and laughing wickedly.
“Which is also why I’m here.” Dabbi’s grin was wide (and missing a front tooth), but it was a proud smile.
Will suddenly realized that those looks Mr. Baxter had sent this student during his class was taken as a challenge, to which it was met with retribution. He would have to make sure Mr. Baxter was unharmed after this detention was over. And he wished it was already.
“My name’s Damien.” the third who spoke earlier interrupted. “Cause I know you were about to ask.”
He had his pitch black hair slicked back with gel, almost to the point of being shiny in the classroom lights. A confident huff of air and a smile in his direction told Will that he was not at all embarrassed to be in detention.
“He’s in here cause he tried to rip a math book apart with his bare hands.” the original Danny Fenton said, head being held up by the palm of his hand with lidded eyes.
“Yeah but he did it.” the fourth chimed in, sounding much different than the others.
“And that’s why he’s here.” Danny put his head down on his desk, closing his eyes fully.
Lancer sighed, finally catching on. “Those are expensive.”
“Which is also why it’s impressive.” the fourth spoke again, smiling.
“And your name?” he turned to ask the person who, aside from identical clothes as Danny, was very clearly not him. And, in fact, she was most certainly a girl.
“Danielle.” She responded, chiper and already giggling at something Lancer wasn’t privy to. “Or Dani. With an ‘i’.”
“Right. Ms. Danielle, then.” Lancer sighed again. “And what did you do?”
“I gave Mr. Falluca a wig as a gift.” she giggled again. “He didn’t even say thank you.”
Dabbi scoffed. “So ungrateful.”
Mr. Lancer remembered his colleague's troubles with balding and he could understand not being thankful, since he himself was struggling with the same thing. He just wasn’t as unconfident as the man was, since he’d been dealt this bad hand at a young age.
“To be fair it was also a powdered wig.” Danny said, face down on his desk like he was trying to sleep again.
“Ungrateful I tell you! Those are hard to find!” Danielle said, mimicking an angry tone, though she was still laughing.
Mr. Lancer regretted signing up for detention on Friday evenings now more than ever. He could be home reading his new book, enjoying a nice cup of jasmine tea like usual. Instead he was here, dealing with something that he was sure was the work of either a ghost or a realistic hallucination.
Still, he was not one to give in, especially when it came to his students, even if he wasn’t sure they were really students.
“I’m sure you all...or at least one of you, know how detention works?” He asked, though he wasn’t hopeful for a response other than sarcasm.
Instead of the usual sighing or groaning that would come from his students, he was met with blank stares. Some of them looked at each other confused, aside from Danny, who was most definitely asleep on his desk.
“Incoming.” Niel broke the silence, pausing to finally look up from his phone and nudge Danny awake.
Danny suddenly gasped, lifted his head from his desk, then sighed tiredly. “How close?”
“Close enough that you can’t go back to sleep.” Neil stood up from his desk. “Mr. Lancer I have to go to the bathroom.”
Will recognized this daring glare. It was one that told him that even if he said no, this student was going to leave class anyway. “You may go.”
“I do too.” Danny said, already standing.
“What do you know? Me too.” Dabbi was already halfway out the door.
Damien hardly said a thing before he was tagging alongside Dabbi, whispering something in their ear. Danielle was the last one to go, only smiling one more time at Mr. Lancer before running out the door.
“I’ll keep them company!” she yelled just as the door shut behind her.
William Lancer was a very tired man. With all his students gone until Monday, he had nothing to do but lean down from his desk chair, pull out his still-warm coffee in his silver thermos and take a huge gulp.
With all that had happened on that day, he tried his best to ignore the battle cries from outside his second-story window and enjoy his coffee.
He wouldn’t know what he would do if anything else weird happened, but he was about to find out. Right when Danny Phantom flew in through his window, followed by several Phantom look-alikes, all shouting something different.
He just set his thermos down on his desk calmly and walked out the door.
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danurso · 5 years
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Fate crossover AU
Chalice: it is done.
Salem: so you turned those eight into masters?
Chalice: yes, and now we just have to wait until they destroy themselves to get the chalice.
Salem: and then the world will be engulfed by destruction and despair.
Chalice: exactly.
Salem: it is certainly a brilliant plan. Making ozpin’s favorite students kill themselves for a wish just so the last one can die in the end by their own greed.
Chalice: now, all we have to do is wait.
Salem: *with a malicious smile* i wonder how the war is going, how many of them are already dead? And who killed who?
Chalice: let's take a look shall we? *summons a large glowing orb.*
Salem: let's take a look at the berserker's master first, she seems to be the most violent one.
Chalice: *nods making the sphere show the berserker's master*
Nora: HHHHRAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!
Hercules: RRRRRRHAHAAAAA!!!
Nora: HHHHHHRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!
Hercules: RRRRRRRRRRRHHHAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Nora: HHHHHHHHHHRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Hercules: RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Nora: *pushes hercules’ arm down against the table* YESSSSS!!!!! I TOLD YOU!!!! NO ONE BEATS ME IN A ARM WRESTLING!!!!
Hercules: RRRRRHAHHHRRAAH!!!
Nora: *crosses her arms with a grin* too much of a sore loser, aren’t you?
Hercules: RRHAHARAHHARR!!!
Nora: fine, fine, let's go for one more round, but if i win i wanna try out your axe, is that good?
Hercules: HRHRHAAAAARHHARR!!
Nora: then let's go!!! *puts her arm on the table and starts another arm wrestle with hercules*
Salem: *sighs* this girl has a lot of potential for destruction, only if she wasn’t so stupid.
Chalice: let's try someone else.
Salem: go for the silver eyed girl and her archer, lets see how ozpin’s pure warrior descended with this war.
Chalice: *nods making the orb focus on the archer’s master*
Gilgamesh: ENUMA ELISH!!!! *sends a wave of red energy destroying a whole mountain with ease*
Ruby: *gasps in awe with stars on her eyes* THATS SOO COOOOL!!! What other weapons do you have!?!?
Gilgamesh: heh, you are quite the curious mongrel aren’t you? But as i stated before, i have all the weapons that ever existed and that will ever exist.
Ruby: all weapons!? So you have crescent rose as well!?
Gilgamesh: *pulling crescent rose from a portal* of course mongrel, your simple weapon along with many others.
Ruby: please show me some of them!!! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!!! *begging with her puppy eyes*
Gilgamesh: *sighs with a slight grin* farewell mongrel, be grateful that this king enjoys your pathetic pleas, i will allow you to have a brief glimpse of my great arsenal *summons thousands of portals with several weapons*
Ruby: *heavy breathing intensifies*
Gilgamesh: what do you think, mongrel?
Ruby: *whispers to herself* im so fucking wet right now.
Salem: *facepalming* i should have imagined, what about ozpin’s chosen maiden and her lancer?
Chalice: *nods making the orb show the lancer’s master.*
Scathách: WHAT ARE YOU!? A COWARD!?
Pyrrha: I'M NOT A COWARD!!
Scathách: THEN PROVE YOURSELF TO ME MASTER!! SHOW ME YOUR TRUE COURAGE!!!
Pyrrha: I WILL!!! *bolts out of the room*
Scathách: *crosses her arms and sighs in deception* 3...2...1...aaand.
Pyrrha: *shyly walking back in* b-but what if he rejects me?
Scathách: for the last time master, you’re a hot, drop dead gorgeous warrior, what man in this world wouldn’t bent at your will?
Pyrrha: *looking down with a small blush* i-it’s just that jaune is really important to me, a-and i don’t wanna risk-
Scathách: *holding both of her shoulders* listen here master, you’re going to do exactly what i tell you to do okay?
Pyrrha: o-okay.
Scathách: there are many ways to get to a man’s heart, but the most effective is through their spear if you know what i mean.
Pyrrha: *blushes deeply*w-wha-
Scathách: shshshs, don’t interrupt me. What i want you to do, is get out of this room, find your men, pin him against the wall and ravish him senseless, Do you understand me?
Pyrrha: *blushing madly* i-i can’t do t-that!
Scathách: really? So you’re saying that you will allow your men to be taken away by some low whore like that white haired girl you told me about?
Pyrrha: *with a cold determination* not in a million years.
Scathách: *grins* that's more like it, now let me teach you some tricks that will make him squirm beneath you.
Pyrrha: *blushes again but listens carefully*
Salem: *deadpans* i honestly can’t believe this. Let's see the assassin, maybe he’s doing his job.
Chalice: *nods making the orb show the assassin’s master*
Kojiro: *sitting in a meditating position* hummm...
Ren: *sits down across him* here. *hands him a cup of his healthy green goo*
Kojiro: thank you master *picks cup and sips the goo* delicious, you have a great talent with herbs.
Ren: thank you, it is good to have someone who knows how to appreciate the taste and benefits of this juice.
Kojiro: i can’t see how someone wouldn’t find this to be as delicious as is healthy.
Ren: you would be surprised. now, shall we continue?
Kojiro: of course master. Hummm *resumes to meditation*
Ren: hummm *starts meditating as well*
Salem: *getting angry* why is the assassin drinking tar from the grimm pits instead of assassinating other masters!?
Chalice: i don’t know, let's take a look at someone else, maybe the saber master already started his battles given that saber is the most powerful class.
Salem: let's see it then.
Chalice: *nods making the orb show the saber’s master*
Weiss: hmm...the answer is fire dust.
Arturia: correct, another question perfectly answered master.
Weiss: thank you saber, you have been very helpful in my studies.
Arturia: there is no reason for you to thank me master, i am only doing my mission as your servant.
Weiss: still, it is really good to have someone who can help me study and that actually have manners around. Do you want some more tea? *picks tea kettle*
Arturia: i will gladly accept it master. *waits until weiss fill her cup before carefully sipping the tea*
Weiss: as much as i love to talk to you, i believe we have to finish some more urgent matters.
Arturia: indeed. Who was the one who discovered dust?
Weiss: hmm...it was-
Salem: *pinching the bridge of her nose* she has access to such a powerful servant, yet she’s using her to study!? Please tell me at least rider is still on his conquering plans?
Chalice: *nods making the orb show the rider’s master*
Iskandar: *watching yang finish chugging a whole jar of wine* HAHAHAHAHA!! YOU REALLY ARE A HEAVY DRINKER FOR SUCH A YOUNG WOMAN MASTER!!! *pats her back heavily*
Yang: *almost chokes on the drink but finishes her jar, taking a deep breath right after* and you’re not half bad for a two thousand year old guy! *pats his back making him fall on the ground* oops, sorry~
Iskandar: HAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU ARE A REALLY FUN MASTER!!! WAITRESS!! BRING MORE WINE TO US!! THIS FEAST IS ONLY BEGINNING!! *throws his jar on the wall*
Yang: YOU HEARD THE MAN!! *also throws her jar on the wall* KEEP’EM COMING JUNIOR!!!!
Salem: even the conqueror!? What is wrong with these servants!?
Chalice: i have no idea.
Salem: show me caster, casters usually are the most evil between the servants.
Chalice: *nods making the orb show the caster’s master*
Blake: *holding a spellbook* these spells...are they real?
Merlin: just as real as i am...what about these books of yours master? *holding ‘ninjas of love vol.1’* i am really curious to see how literature has evolved since i was alive.
Blake: *blushing* w-well, i wouldn’t recommend this one, i-if you want i can show you the libra-
Merlin: *holding the now glowing book* amazing, this book is filled with so much information about sexual intercourse, i’ve never seen one like that before, and the story is really thrilling as well.
Blake: wait...you already finished? And liked?
Merlin: of course, thanks to my magic i can read a whole book without having to actually read it, now, would you have more of these, i am really interested.
Blake: r-really?
Merlin: *nods* of course i am, i’ve never seen such an amazing piece if literature like this one in my time.
Blake: *closes her eyes and whispers* thank you gods, i don’t deserve such a blessing *re-opens her eyes and picks up her huge pile of smu- i mean, her huge pile of mature books* if you liked this one, i think you’ll love these, and then we can discuss about it once you finish.
Merlin: i would certainly love that, now where should i start master? This one seems interesting ‘the pirate quest for the booty’ can i take a look master? It does sounds-
Salem: ISN’T THERE A SINGLE SERVANT WHO CAN CAUSE DESTRUCTION AND CHAOS LIKE THEY SHOULD!?
Chalice: well, there’s still avenger.
Salem: avenger? Ohh yes...the avenger, the servant composed by the dark hatred of the chalice, there is no mistake now, this servant for sure is causing a lot of destruction. Show me him.
Chalice: *nods making the orb show the avenger’s master*
Edmond: *covered in dark flames* GHAHAHAHA!! YES!! I AM EDMOND DANTES!! THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO!! THE VERY INCARNATION OF VENGEANCE!!! THE GRUDGE OF DARKNESS!! THE MAN WHO ESCAPED CHATEAU D’IF!!! THE MAN WHO SURVIVED TO FOURTEEN YEARS OF TORTURE AFTER BEING BETRAYED BY THOSE WHO HE MOST TRUSTED!!! THE WARRIOR OF THE EXTRA CLASS!! I AM THE AVENGER!!!
Jaune: wow...fourteen years of torture?
Edmond: yes, inside that damned castle was only torture every day.
Jaune: and right after the peoples you loved betrayed you?
Edmond: yes, my beloved bride mercedes married to my best friend mondego, the man who betrayed my trust and framed me so i would rot in prison for the rest of my existence.
Jaune: oof, sounds rough buddy...wanna talk about it? My shoulder is free if you want.
Edmond: *crying on jaune’s shoulder* i didn’t knew the content of that letter!! It wasn’t my fault napoleon didn’t knew how to keep his word!!
Jaune: *patting his back* yeah, yeah, just let it all out.
Edmond: that castle was an absolute hell!! I suffered so much in it!! And even after i escaped i ended finding out that my bride married only a month after i was arrested!! ONE. FREAKING. MONTH!!! AND TO THAT MONDEGO ASSHOLE ABOVE ALL!!! DIDN’T SHE HAD ANY CONSIDERATION FOR THE MAN WHO LOVED HER SO MUCH!?!?!?
Jaune: *still patting his back* yeah, just like that, let all your anger out.
Edmond: *angry crying mumbles*
Chalice: well...that was unexpected.
Salem: *repeatedly slamming her head against the wall* WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?
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Doing Math on the River Styx - 1
Phic Phight / Team Ghost / word count not final
Prompt by Zainymusings:
In an effort to keep Danny from failing out of Casper High and becoming Dan, the ghosts band together to tutor Danny in various subjects (Technus in math, Ghostwriter in Language Arts, etc.) Shenanigans ensue.
Chapter Index: 1 / 2
“I, TECHNUS, GHOST MASTER OF ALL THINGS ELECTRONIC AND BEEPING, COMMAND THE GHOST CHILD TO FIND THE VALUE OF X!”
The Ghostwriter looked vacantly at Technus as if his brains were about to leak out of his ears, and for the first time in his life Danny felt as if he might agree. The three of them had been locked away in this library for all of fifteen minutes and they were already getting on each other’s nerves, but anything to prevent Danny from turning into the dreaded Dan Phantom was worth it. So here they were.
“You can’t just command him to find the value of x, Technus. You actually have to teach,” said the Ghostwriter, somehow keeping his patience. “Not everyone has a way with numbers, you know. He can’t just magic the answer out of thin air.”
Technus stared at him, dumbstruck. “Really? Human children can’t do that?”
“Most people can’t do that,” the Ghostwriter lamented, head within his hands. “Look at him, he’s just staring into that piece of paper as if the world itself is coming to an end. That’s not the look of someone who has clarity on a topic, Nicolai.”
“Fine then, you teach him!”
“Me? Teach math? In what universe? Christ, I’d pass out.”
“Will the both of you just shut up?!” Danny finally yelled, his voice shuddering the non-existent library foundations and sending them both silent. “Maybe I can do this! But we’re never going to find out if you just keep arguing with each other!”
Both ghosts suddenly realised their position in all of this — namely having gotten out of their chairs in the heat of that mildly passionate debate — and retook their seats quickly in their own embarrassment. “Sorry,” muttered the Ghostwriter, quietly. Technus didn’t apologise. What a surprise.
“… So, what part of this equation do you not understand?” said Technus, eventually.
“X,” said Danny, and Writer let out a smirk from the background. “I mean where are you even supposed to get the x from?”
Technus was feeling confident.
“You start with the first part of the equation, then you do the equation in your head, and then you only have x leftover.”
Danny’s head hit the desk. “Are you joking? That doesn’t make any sense at all!”
“He’s right, it doesn’t,” said the Ghostwriter, matter-of-factly. Technus glared at him. “If it’s any consolation, I’d like to use my keyboard to bend reality such that he would learn everything he ever needed to know in an instant, but unfortunately he destroyed it last Christmas.”
“Don’t remind me,” Danny moaned. “I can’t take much more of this, I gotta go home.”
Technus wasn’t having a bar of this. “The value of x is 16! 16!” he yelled, as if that would make his point clearer. “See! Now you can do this type of problem! Now you can find the next value of x!!”
Danny stood up from his chair about as calmly as he could manage. “Thanks, but I think I’d rather just learn the normal way from Lancer. I’m—”
“—What about literature?” the Ghostwriter cut in desperately, after watching his afterlife flash before his eyes. “Math might not be your strong point, but there’s more than just one subject.”
Danny looked at Ghostwriter as if he, too, had as much of a hole in his head as Technus. “Really? And are you gonna be any better at this than the Lord of Electricity over here?”
“I’m legitimately qualified to teach. Unlike the Lord of Electricity over there, as you so aptly put it.”
“… What? Seriously?”
“You don’t honestly think I made any money writing novels, do you?” asked the writer, looking a bit too wry for Danny’s liking. “No one does. I would’ve starved without a side job.”
Technus suddenly stood up. “ACTUALLY HE NEVER PUBLISHED ANY NOVELS, HE—”
A book came out of nowhere and smashed heavily into the back of Technus’s head. Danny watched him arc gracefully through the air, face aghast and twisting as he went, before he was gracelessly plastered all over the wooden library floor. The Ghostwriter’s brow was raised. “Oh,” he said. “How did that ever happen?”
“TELEKINESIS ISN’T FAIR GHOSTWRITER.”
“And why not? You’re perfectly capable yourself.”
“YOU KNOW IT’S ONLY ON TECHNOLOGY! BUT WE’RE STUCK IN THIS PLACE WITH ALL OF YOUR THINGS, YOU—”
A book mysteriously slid off its shelf and landed on straight on top of Technus, striking his head a second time. “Oh, it seems after three decades I’m still having accidents, I’m very sorry about this Nicolai.”
“LIKE HELL YOU ARE!” Technus screeched back. Another book struck him. The Ghostwriter grinned in delight.
“Dude, you’re enjoying that way too much,” said Danny eventually, his eyes wide open. “I thought you didn’t like to fight.” “A series of unfortunate events is not a fight,” said the Ghostwriter. He was far too happy about this situation, and he showed it with two long rows of very sharp serrated teeth. “Shall we say, it’s been a long time coming.”
“But can’t he… I dunno, kill you or something?”
The ghost shrugged. “I don’t know. Can he? Or did he accidentally become part of a pact in which he agreed I wouldn’t come to harm, then act like a monumental prat such that I might like to make every book in this god-forsaken library slide off its shelf and hit him? I suppose we’ll never know.”
… Danny refused to unpack any of that. Technus remained unmoving on the floor as if this might be the best course of action while the Ghostwriter simply stood there, apparently contemplating homicide. This was beyond messed up. But what the heck had he expected when he’d agreed to tutoring sessions in the Ghost Zone?
… Ghostwriter kind of had a point about Technus’s math teaching skills, though.
“Now that we have some peace and quiet,” said Writer, whose teeth were clenched on each of those final descriptors and whose gaze was also fixed precisely on Technus, “Perhaps you could enlighten me as to what you need to study in English class.”
Danny breathed. Maybe they could do this. Maybe it was still possible. “Nineteen Eighty-Four,” he said, staring at the sheet of paper in front him, covered in mathematics so poorly executed it was a wonder it didn’t shift the fabric of space on its own. He swapped it quickly for his English book. “I got to sort of skim it at home, but ghosts kept attacking during Lancer’s lectures.”
The ghost sat down again, slowly. “… Orwell? Very well… A bit dry, but that’s fine. They’re after an analysis essay, I’m guessing?”
“Yeah.”
“Well,” the Ghostwriter began, “Those are reasonably straightforward. All you really have to do is read the question, make something up, and argue it.”
Danny’s eyes narrowed. “Lancer said we shouldn’t make stuff up.”
“Funny how in an analysis on fiction, the writing of which is the very act of making stuff up, you’re asked not to make anything up at all. No, that’s a misconception. What you actually need to do is pretend you’re the author and lie.”
“Lie?”
“About everything,” said the Ghostwriter sagely, tapping his finger on the desk. “You can’t know for sure what was in the author’s head unless they tell you, which is fine, because it means the English teachers don’t know the difference either.”
The little cogs and gears inside Danny’s brain started to fall into place, but it wasn’t a place they’d ever fallen into before. He felt attacked, almost as if stuck in some kind of weird trap, like his fight or flight reflex should be going off. “… That seems pretty suss, why should I even listen to advice like that?”
Ghostwriter seemed almost bored. “You do realise I have a vested interest in not seeing you going insane and killing everyone?”
“Yeah, that seems kind of bad,” Technus chimed in from the floor.
“Even I’m not vindictive enough the jeopardise my own existence.”
Danny turned from his paper and looked from one ghost to the other. Were they... suddenly more tired? “… So…” he began, slowly. “Did Clockwork put you both up to this?”
Technus finally managed to peel himself away from the floorboards. “Came knocking on both our doors. Said we had to do something so that That Future didn’t happen. It’s like, as if you failing classes is tied up in the cosmos to you becoming a mass murderer or something.”
Great. Fantastic. Passing his classes was the one thing Danny didn’t seem able to do, and that was apparently the tightrope that stopped him from becoming an evil megalomaniac who murders his family members and god knows who else. Perfect. Would’ve been nice if Clockwork could’ve given him a heads up about that one before his grades started slipping into the D- range. He stared at his empty English book page and groaned.
“God,” Danny muttered. “We’ve gotta make this work…”
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Waiting to Die Part 3
Waiting to Die Part 3!
AO3 isn’t working for me, but I’ll update when it is.
Word Count: 1916
Sam didn’t go to school the next day. She had woken up with a massive headache, and when her mother checked, a perfectly normal temperature of 97° (for Sam that was absurdly high, but Pamela didn’t know that). As a mature and responsible high school junior who was definitely totally worried about getting good enough grades to get into a good college, she spent all day texting Danny and Tucker. She tried using Discord, but after twenty messages with no responses, Sam remembered that first, the school wifi had recently gone on another purge and now blocked any sight deemed “games” or “personal” or “messaging,” and second, Danny had English Literature and Tucker had Statistics and neither teacher was particularly forgiving when it came to phones. After watching half of a movie and knitting a hat, she tried again, this time via text.
SM: Am I missing anything good?
TF: No
DF: Yes
TF: Definitely not
DF: Wes has decided that Tucker’s a ghost
SM: But…
SM: He is. Is that news?
TF: Ha ha
SM: I’m here all week, folks
DF: Lancer gave me your homework. We’re starting presentations next week, and we all need to make an outline for next class
SM: I thought only six people are presenting?
DF: Yeah, but we don’t know which six, and I think Lancer’s gonna pick based on the outlines
Sam groaned. She had not enjoyed reading The Great Gatsby, and did not want to have to think about the book any more, much less give a ten minute presentation.
SM: Well fuck
TF: Lol
TF: That’s what you get for taking Lit honors
DF: Moderately jealous
SM: You did this to yourself, Fenton
He had. Where her parents had made her take the hardest courses, his parents often didn’t even realize he was at school, much less think about his course load.
TF: Sooooo……… how’re you doing?
SM: My head hurts and I have a fever
DF: How high?
SM: 97 F
DF: That’s not good
SM: I know
DF: Aren’t you normally like a 93?????
SM: Yeah
TF: When do you start melting?
DF: Dude!!!
SM: Right under 100
DF: You don’t ask somebody when they start melting!!!!!
DF: But Sam, if you get up to 98, let me know and take an ice bath
DF: I don’t want to have to explain to your parents why you’re missing and there’s a puddle of ectoplasm in your room
SM: That’s fair
TF: Gtg. Tetslaff is yelling at me for not changing out
SM: Good luck! Don’t die!
DF: He should be fine…. Right?
SM: Nope
Suddenly, Sam straightened up. Her hair started to float up around her head and the air smelled a lot cleaner. She sighed, and climbed out of bed.
SM: Ghost. I’ll text you when i’m done
DF: Valerie just “went to the bathroom”
SM: Got it
DF: Be safe! You’re still sick
Sam pulled her hair back into a quick ponytail, stuffed a pillow under her sheets and turned the lights off to keep her mother and father from noticing anything, and shuffled over to the window.
“Well then, guess I’ll die.” As her voice trailed off, the two rings split around her waist, and she transformed. Immediately, she staggered and fell against the wall. “Oh, no no no. Not good. Come on, Sam. Just one ghost. You got this, you got this.” She quickly turned her arm intangible and reached through her wall, grabbing the Fenton Thermos and Fenton Wrist Ray she kept there. Danny had been both building and stealing his parents weapons since the Trio first started fighting ghosts, leading to the rather sizeable hidden collection they now maintained. Aside from the three other guns and extra thermos in her walls, Sam had stuffed an arsenal into the school walls, her locker, Danny and Tucker’s locker, her car, an old oak tree in the park, the library bathroom, and the Nasty Burger.
“Alright, let’s do this.” She attached the Wrist Ray to her left hand and the Thermos to her belt as she phased through the wall. It only took her a minute of meandering up Main Street to find a trail of small craters and broken bricks, and only a few more seconds to find Skulker.
“Ah, Ghost Child! You are here, which means I can-”
“Cutting you short there, buddy. I’m sick. I need to be home sleeping. I don’t have time to deal with your whole ‘Kill the Whelp! Take the Whelp’s pelt and hang it on my wall! Argh! bullshit. Can we just call it a draw and you head back to the Ghost Zone?”
“Never! I shall be victorious in this hunt-”
“Dude, seriously. You never win. Like, never. Not once. I’m giving you one chance to go home. The Red Huntress is gonna be here two minutes ago, and she’s not as nice as I am. Can you please just go away?”
“You are weakened. That means I shall-”
Skulker was cut off and thrown spinning backwards in the air as a missile hit him square in the chest. Sam groaned and dodged to the side as Valerie shot by her. She popped up, and almost went crashing to the ground just as fast, her vision fuzzy and darkening. She watched as Valerie went zipping around, peppering Skulker with rockets and plasma blasts and the occasional sideswipe with her hoverboard. If she hadn’t been on the verge of falling, Sam would have taken a moment to appreciate Valerie’s skill. Sam had never seen her equal. Back when they had dated for a month in freshman year, back before either of them knew what they were doing as ghost and ghost hunter, Danny and Tucker were convinced Sam was better. Having seen Valerie in action (and having been on the receiving end of that action more times than she would have cared for and thankfully not recently) Sam knew that, if it weren’t for her plant powers and preference for negotiation over confrontation, Valerie would have long surpassed her. As it was, most ghosts just needed a few kind words, directions to a natural portal, or a weekly shipment of boxes.
“Take that, ghost!” Valerie’s shout jolted Sam back to the present, right in time to fall into the road. She sat up as Skulker crashed a few feet away.
“I shall have your skin, huntress!” Skulker roared, clawing out of the new crater.
“I already told you, Skulker, go away!” Sam planted her hands on the ground, and let her powers loose. In seconds, vines and roots began to spring from the ground, breaking through the asphalt and wrapping themselves around Skulker’s suit.
“No! I will not be defeated by a tree!”
“It’s poison ivy right now, thank you very much, and yes, you will.” Sam pulled at the vines with her mind, and they brought the metal suit crashing into the ground. Skulker’s head popped off and rolled away, his little feet kicking frantically at nothing.
“And in you go,” Valerie laughed as she pulled out her own thermos and sucked in the head, as well as the rest of the armor. “That wasn’t too bad, eh?”
Sam smiled weakly. “Not too bad.” Valerie nodded back, her mask hiding any emotions. The two girls had come to a tentative truce at the end of sophomore year, and had been getting more comfortable with each other ever since. Sam had even gotten a burner phone so Valerie could call her at any time. She hadn’t yet, but it was the thought that counted.
“Hey, you good?”
“Mostly. Just a little under the weather.”
“Aren’t you dead?” Sam turned abruptly to glare at Valerie “Ack, wait, that came out wrong. Sorry. I just, well, I didn’t think you could get sick.”
“Oh,” Sam’s face relaxed. “Yeah, neither did I. But, here I am.”
“You should go rest.”
“I’m planning on it.”
“Like, right now. Go back to the Ghost Zone. I can take care of things here, at least for a few days. Besides, if I need any help, you have a phone number for a reason.”
Sam sighed. “Okay. Don’t die, Huntress.” She lifted off the ground a little.
“You too, Wraith.” Sam chuckled at the mention of her ghost half’s name as she flew shakily away. Valerie sped off in the other direction with the small hope that maybe she would make it back in time for the end of class.
“Now, back home I go. Slowly, very slowly,” Sam said to nobody. “Very, very slowly. Don’t want to collapse, don’t want to fall.” She faltered above the buildings. “I’m gonna set myself down right there, because falling hurts a lot. That is more power than I’ve used in a while. That was more power than I meant to use.” Sam set herself down in the middle of the road, and glanced back at where the fight had just gone down. Vines were everywhere. A few were still growing, twisting up to the sky. The entire road was blocked, along with half of the sidewalk.
“That is way more power than I thought.” Sam turned away from the destruction and pulled out her burner phone. She wasn’t sure how, but once she clipped it to her belt, the phone was always there when she transformed.
“Where is it… there it is.” She speed dialed the fire department. “Yes, hello?”
“Amity Park Fire Department Non-Emergency line. How can I help?” The operator on the other side of the phone sounded too cheery.
“Hi, yeah, it’s the Wraith.”
“Oh, hi! How are you? It’s been so long!”
“I’m pretty good, Sharon, you?”
“It’s good, it’s good. Nothing’s burned down recently.” Sharon, the operator, laughed.
“That’s good. So, I made a bit of a mess…”
“Just now?”
“Uh huh. Skulker showed up on Main Street.”
“Is everyone okay? Do I need to get an ambulance? A firetruck? The police? Did you burn something down?” Sharon’s voice rose an octave as lots of scrambling and thudding was heard through the phone.
“Nothing’s burned, Sharon, and nobody’s hurt. No police or ambulances necessary. Just a lot of vines in the middle of the road.”
“Can’t you undo them?”
“To be honest, I don’t know how. I was hoping, if there’s some extra people at the station, you could send some to burn them down?”
“You said in the middle of the road?”
“Yeah, they’re growing through the road. And a few on the sidewalk. And they’re poison ivy. Sorry.” Sam winced.
“I’ll send a crew down. Main Street?”
“Yeah, right in front of the mayor’s office.”
“Okie dokie. Sounds good. And thank you!”
Sharon hung up before Sam could respond. The woman was nice, and Sam liked talking to her. She almost never got to, but Sharon didn’t know anything about her other than their phone calls and the news, so when they did talk, Sam enjoyed the outside opinion and caring voice.
“And now, all the way home. You got this Sam. You got this.” She continued walking, slowly and shakily.
It took her another half hour to walk to her house, and then three minutes to muster the strength to fly up to her window and phase through. She wasn’t sure when she had transformed back, but a quick glance in the mirror told her Sam Manson was lying on her bed and not the Wraith. She sighed lightly, and drifted off to sleep.
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Fatevember: Fate/kalied liner Prisma Illya 2wei
Alright, I've put this part off for long enough.
Many people who are fans of Fate may not be aware that the Fate Stay Night visual novel was originally a piece of erotic literature, in that it had several scenes where the characters would engage in sexual activities either for pleasure or to restore their mana. When the first 2006 anime, and later the PS2 port of the visual novel hit shelves, all of the erotic aspects were removed and replaced with new scenes that depicted the events without any of the sexual themes. This has continued throughout all of the adaptations of Fate Stay Night and the spin-offs.
Such a change is understandable, considering the massive success of the Fate franchise, especially with a younger audience, and it feels like the creators made the decision themselves that the sex and sex scenes weren't doing anything to help with the plot. I myself don't really care that they aren't there, and I've enjoyed Fate Stay Night without them, but different strokes I suppose.
Either way, I bring this up because as we enter into the second season of Fate/Illya, we also are coming into what is probably the most fanservice-heavy out of all the Fate animes, and also the one that is the most...interesting to discuss. So after the cut let's take a dive into the second season of Fate/Illya: Fate/kalied liner Prisma Illya 2wei!
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Fate/Illya 2wei is important for the sole reason that it introduces the third main character to the cast, and over half of the 12 episode season is dedicated to exploring and integrating her among Illya and the rest of her friends and family. Conceptually, the idea of Kuro being the cast off emotions and powers of the Illya that never fought in the holy grail war is a great idea and helps link Fate/Illya to the rest of the universe that makes sense. It addresses the idea that just abandoning the war and Illya's reason for being had drawback effects, and it helps with Kuro's place in Fate/Illya's version of the Kirk/Spock/McCoy paradigm.
In fact, that paradigm is pretty much how you can sum up the interactions and relationship of the three main characters of Fate/Illya. You have Miyu who represents logic, reason and thought.  Kuro is passion, emotion, and action, and then you have Illyasviel who represents a balance of both. I'm serious when I say that Kuro is emotion and passion because when she is first introduced in the story, she engages in a fierce battle with both Miyu and Illya, and then..well this happens.
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Now look, the ideas of Yuri and Girl-love is so ingrained in the DNA of the magical girl genre, and while it comes in varying degrees, denying that it's part of it is just fooling yourself. Even Cardcaptor Sakura, while low key and restrained in its depiction of such things is still laced top to bottom with LGBTQ themes and ideas. Fate Illya 2wei however, throws itself completely into the idea of girl/girl love and doesn't hesitate to show it. To the credit of the show, it isn't just there solely for fanservice, Kuro needs to do this to replenish her mana and sustain her existence, and she claims it is the most "tame" way she can do it, a callback to the erotic nature of the Fate Stay Night visual novel, but still...it's something.
I don't shame people for what they want to watch (within the confines of the law of course) and any anime fan who has been around a few years knows that they have to check some of their western sensibilities at the door when you go into this fandom. As a famous anime youtuber once said: It's the part that anime fans have to squint and look past in order to enjoy the shows we love. If you can get past this part of the anime, then that's great, but if this is where you draw the line of what you think is sensible and right, then I don't blame you in the slightest. I admit I was a put off by the sheer commitment this show takes with the Kuro character, and I might have dropped it if I wasn't committed to watching every piece of Fate anime to its conclusion.
Aside from all of that though, how is Fate/Illya 2wei? Well if you don't mind everything that happens, it is a solid expansion to the world. Yuri tendencies aside, Kuro's entry to the cast brings in more development for both Miyu and Illya, and having all three play off each other in that Star Trek dynamic I mentioned above is only a positive overall. The further introduction of Bazett Fraga McRemitz, the original master of Lancer from Fate Stay Night and star of sequel Fate/hollow ataraxia leads to great action and another character for Illya to interact and conflict with. Bazett takes up most of the plot of the second half of episodes and helps lay down some groundwork for events in the next two seasons.
However, the real meat of the series is in the introduction of Kuro and for how significant it is to the world of Fate/Illya, I can say that it is paced well, written strongly and is emotional, touching, though with that 'basic' nature that seems to be the curse of everything Fate-related. You will either love Kuro or you won't, but I can't deny that she brought great comedy, an excellent take on the Archer servant, and helps fill in the corners of Illya's character, which again is only a positive in my books.
Fate/kalied liner Prisma Illya 2wei! is the season in which you have to decide if you are in or out. You either accept the direction the series takes, or you call it quits and take your leave. I stuck around because I wanted to see it through, and I found that 2wei! continues to make Fate/Illya a great spin-off that maintains all the good things I mentioned in my previous entry. This will only continue as we head into seasons three and four, and I look forward to getting into them next time.
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panipahr · 6 years
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FFXIV Writing Challenge: Entry #1 - Specter
There were ghosts that walked through stories all over the Shroud, spoken of in hushed tones around Gods’ Quiver campfires, adapted into theatrical spectacle at the Min Khetto Amphitheater, woven into the songs Keeper of the Moon mothers taught their daughters. Forlorn Gelmorran spirits condemned to wander half-collapsed tunnels deep in the Mun-Tuy Cellars, the shadows of Wood Wailers killed by women willing to trade everything for the ‘protection’ of King Poach, will o’ the wisps half-glimpsed through dense thickets.
But every Keeper of the Moon family has its own stories, too-- this is an important thing to remember about Keepers. Every band of Keepers is a unique culture in and of itself, with its own traditions, folklore, legendary heroines, and, yes, its own ghosts.
So Rinh Panipahr grew up hearing about long-departed fermented-bean loving Gelmorrans, spectral lancers in hollow-eyed masks, and the lights you can see through the woods if you look for them just so. But her aunt Sizha also told her about the Panipahr family’s own ghosts.
Okhi Panipahr was a brash young huntress who lived-- and died-- over a century ago, caught between the sides in the Autumn War, killed in crossfire between Gridanians and Ala Mhigans. Her shade was said to walk between the Black Shroud and Gyr Abania eternally, determined to haunt all those who wronged her, always making sure to pass through her family’s ancestral hunting grounds on each leg of her neverending journey. If you lean an offering to her against a tree (a properly old tree; she only recognizes the ones that grew in her lifetime), she’ll bless you with the ability to move unseen through the woods when Gridanian patrols are near.
The Grey Coeurl stalked the fringes of the Shroud much more recently-- mere decades ago; Rinh’s grandmother claimed she’d seen the beast with her own two eyes when it was still alive. It was hungry and desperate-- the hunting out on the fringes of the wood was even more meager for an apex predator than it was for a small band of Miqo’te. It caught the scent of the then-matriarch of the Panipahrs-- Miah Panipahr, Rinh’s great-grandmother, she reckoned. It chased her through the woods, for malms and malms, until it finally had her cornered. She murmured a prayer to Menphina, preparing herself to die, when all of a sudden the creature was struck down by an arrow-- Miah’li Panipahr, a son of Miah’s who’d set out on his own just a few moons ago, had happened to be hunting in the area when he saw his mother being pursued by a giant coeurl. This much of the story was oral history, of course, but Sizha went on to explain how, on cold, misty days, a grey silhouette could occasionally be seen in the fog, protecting the tribe as it slumbered.
There were dozens of stories like this-- spirits and shades of the departed that watched over the family, or warned them off from danger, or protected their territory from those who would do them harm. A Panipahr daughter who betrayed her family to join the Coeurlclaws, only to return in death to aid the family she betrayed. A Wood-Wailer who killed a teenage Paniphar boy and lived the rest of his days in guilt and regret, and who in death sought to make amends. House spirits that followed the Panipahrs’ distant ancestors when they pulled up stakes, took up a nomad’s life, and traveled to Eorzea from a far-off homeland.
Sizha had a scholarly bent, of course. She was a conjurer, a wise-woman, a voracious reader who made sure that even the humble camps of the Panipahr family were well-equipped with books, that even though her daughters and nieces’ whole world was a narrow portion of the Black Shroud that they about the rest of Hydaelen-- histories and customs and literature from far-off settlements.
So when she told these ghost stories to Rinh, and her sisters, and her cousins, she said, “Keep in mind that, per a scholarly understanding of aetheric theory an the mechanics of the Lifestream, many of these stories are... dubious.” But then she’d smile her toothy Keeper smile, and say, “But they’re our stories, and there’s a sort of truth in that, too.”
Now Aunt Sizha is gone, and with her most of the Panipahrs, and the territory they’d called home for centuries. Every tree that might have grown in Okhi Panipahr’s lifetime was ashes now, consumed by Bahamut’s rage. The paths Miah Panipahr ran down, clearing Miah’li’s arrow flew true across and into the eye of a Coeurl were unrecognizable, piles of rubble and dirt and jagged shards fallen from Dalamud.
Rinh wondered, sometimes, if these specters still walked through the ruins. Could the Grey Coeurl be seen in pacing between smoldering trees, wreathed in smoke? Did Okhi still walk the roads from Gridania to Ala Mhigo, looking for offerings that would never be left again? Were the Panipahr house spirits lost in the wreckage? Had these ghosts been joined by Aunt Sizha herself, and Rinh’s mother, and her sisters?
But she still told these stories to her son, anyway. These tales of woods-spirits and things half-glimpsed through branches on dark nights might not seem relevant to boy who grew up by the wide-open skies and endless seas of La Noscea. But they were their stories, and there’s a sort of truth in that, too.”
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Okay, I’ll join you all in creating headcanons for a show that I didn’t think about for years but suddenly gained a lot of emotions for:
(Note: The characters are all the same ages as they are in Phantom Planet but without the horrible season three storylines; fill in the blanks).
It’s been a week since Danny’s accidental reveal to the world that he was, well, Danny.
And he’s been absolutely miserable.
He’s only a few months shy of finishing his senior year and graduating from high school for good but now he has to deal with all of this?
Oh, it’s not as though anyone’s intentionally making his life miserable. On the contrary. Everyone he runs into wants to be as supportive as they possibly can.
Dash, Kwan, etc. go to high-five him in class, joyfully screaming his name, looking at him with nothing less than respect.
Paulina’s slipped her number into an assortment of his supplies, including his gym locker.
Mr. Lancer has dropped their entire unit on Edgar Allen Poe to instead talk about the great heroes in literature. Not five seconds goes by before he’ll start talking about the day when Danny will have books written about him, great epics that will rival The Odyssey.
His parents spend every single second ensuring that he knows that they would never ever judge him for who he is, never. Although he swears that he hears the beeping and buzzes from a few scanners when he turns around.
Entire mobs chase after him, swarming outside his house, sneaking into his room. People are literally throwing themselves at him, begging him to save them from certain doom (”Danny, help! My pencil dropped and I can’t pick it up!”). Every time he walks past someone, they abruptly cheer.
Even Sam, Tucker, and Jazz are acting weird. They’re trying to support him, of course, but by constantly trying to show him that they’re there for him, it only serves as a reminder that nothing is the same.
“I don’t get it, Danny,” Tucker says one day. “Everyone loves you. Everyone accepts you. Everyone thinks you’re a hero.”
“Yeah,” Danny says with a sigh. “I know.”
He sadly hangs his head before standing up, making a point to walk away rather than fly. In fact, as Jazz was quick to point out to the others, he hadn’t transformed since the revelation.
And so he walks through the streets of Amity Park, sighing as more and more people spot him and cheer.
And then he turns the corner...
...and walks right into a fist.
He falls backwards with a groan and looks up.
Vlad is floating above him, in his ghost form.
And he’s not the only one.
“V-Vlad?” Danny stammers. “Skulker? Ember? Technus? Walker? Youngblood? B---oh no, not you.”
“I AM THE BOX GHOST!”
Vlad catches the blue ghost by his overalls and growls, “Just because we’re trying to give the boy a bit of normalcy doesn’t mean that I won’t throw you through a wall.”
“What is going on?” Danny asks, pushing himself upright.
“What?” Vlad asks. “You think just because you’re a hero and everyone loves you, you get to take a vacation? That’s not how the real world works, Daniel.”
“If anything,” Skulker adds, “your newfound popularity has made you an even bigger catch. And we’re not going to stop until we’ve captured our prey.”
“That’s right, baby.”
“Most excellent, yes.”
“Those are the rules.”
“Avast!”
“I AM THE BOX GH---”
Vlad is true to his word. Danny watches as the Box Ghost flew into the nearest wall.
“Huh,” the teenager says calmly.
"And now is the part where you engage in the simplest prey instincts,” Skulker says. “Fight or flight?”
“You’d better choose soon, child,” Technus advises.
Ember nods. “We’re about to tear you apart.”
Vlad smirks as he says, “Molecule by molecule.”
Danny stares at him before a smirk spreads across his own face.
“Fight or flight, huh?” he asks. “Personally, I like to do both.”
Without further ado, he soars into the air, the white bands wrapping around his body until he completely transforms into his alter-ego, his snowy hair falling into his eyes. Eyes as green as the ectoballs in his hands.
“Ah,” he says with relieved sigh. “Hello, sweet normalcy.”
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Sensor Sweep: Kull, Star Trek, Dying Earth, Doc Vandal
Publishing (Pulp Archivist): The market is contracting, without signs of stopping, from at least the mid-2000s generational handover. Digital and its different margins have likely kept some of these magazines in business far longer than print runs can justify. It’s almost to the point where the established science fiction “fandom” does not and should not be the audience. There are 300 million people not reading science fiction short stories. The editor who can figure out how to reach even 0.0001% of that will be the king of science fiction.
Gaming (Walker’s Retreat): In other words, WOTC’s being pozzed again. Do not give money to people who hate you. Do not buy WOTC’s products new. Not for D&D. Not for Magic. Not at all. Buy used if you must, but otherwise give your money to those making their own versions of the game (legal thanks to the Open Game License making D&D open source 20 years ago). What would those be? A short list includes: Adventurer, Conqueror, King.
  Science Fiction Community (Kalimac): The news has been getting out, both within and outside the SF community, that Alan Beatts, owner of Borderland Books in San Francisco, has been credibly accused of physical and sexual assault by women close to him. I’ll leave out the details; you can read them at the above links.
  D&D (RPG Pundit): They say that Oriental Adventures is full of stereotypes and needs to be cancelled. And well, yes, it is full of stereotypes and not an authentic historical setting. Every other D&D setting is also full of stereotypes and not an authentic historical setting too!
Fantasy (Fantasy Literature): Kull, for those unfamiliar with the character, made his first appearance in the August 1929 issue of Weird Tales magazine, in the story “The Shadow Kingdom,” so no, Howard most certainly did not get his inspiration for the regal name from 1933’s King Kong. Howard would go on to write 13 more stories dealing with the character (plus one poem), but only two of those were published before his suicide death in 1936. The Lancer volume, sadly enough, is complete with the exception of two of those 14 tales.
Star Trek (Superversive SF): cannot count the number of STAR TREK novels I have read over the years. Not as many recently as I used to, in fact, no new ones in a few years. It’s the old story, when you’re young you have all the time but limited money. When you’re older, you have the money to pursue your old hobbies like a demon but limited time. In the library, I stumbled across this Next Generation novel entitled Available Light and decided to give it a whirl. I’ve not read any new ST novels in a long time, so based on the back blurb, this one seemed like a great piece to dive back in with.
Cinema (Tulsa World): Today is the day to celebrate #Harryhausen 100. While we’re at it, let’s celebrate the lives of two people: a special effects legend and an Oklahoma cowboy who are connected by one movie at the dawn of their careers. Ray Harryhausen was the genius behind a form of stop-motion animation that brought all kinds of beasties to life in movies like “The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms,” “20 Million Miles to Earth,” “One Million Years B.C.,” “The 7th Voyage of Sinbad,” “Clash of the Titans” and a series of Sinbad flicks.
Fiction (Grubb Street): Song of the Dying Earth: Stories in Honor of Jack Vance, by a LOT of people you’ve heard about, edited by George RR Martin and Gardner Dozois, with Art by Paul Kidd. TOR Books, 2009. Provenance: Christmas present, probably 2009 as well. I came to Jack Vance late in life, which is a bit of a surprise given that D&D is hip-deep in Vancian notions, tropes, and outright, um, borrowings. But once I struck his Dying Earth series, in the form of a massive compendium, I was delightfully hooked by his mannered approach to far-future fantasy, and of course, when a massive tome by a cluster of big-name authors came out in his honor, I had to get it and consume it.
Comic Books (Wasteland & Sky): omic books need to bring back all-ages comics as the standard. They have not been primarily aimed at children since the 1970s, and it has shown in declining sales. Comic books are an inherently juvenile format and that is their strength. Old comics and the classics could whip through plot points, action scenes, and wild settings within a single issue all while telling a complete standalone story.
D&D (Sacnoth’s Scriptorium): So, a few years back there was a campaign to build a Gary Gygax memorial statue in his home town of Lake Geneva. I think I even blogged about it at the time; I certainly tried to buy a copy of the memorial booklet intended to help fund the project, a collection of E.G.G.’s posts in a gaming forum, called CHEERS, GARY.
Sherlock Holmes (Black Gate): If you mention the term Gothic to most people, it’s likely to conjure visions of teenagers dressed in black, wearing black nail polish and Doc Marten boots. Someone a few years older may think of drugstore paperback racks filled with book covers featuring women in nightgowns running away from sinister mansions. But Gothic originally refers to a type of architecture, an overall aesthetic of the macabre, and a genre of fiction popular in the 18th and 19th centuries.
Gaming (Heavy Metal): Scorn is a long-awaited first-person shooter based on the art of H.R. Giger and, to a lesser extent, Zdzisław Beksiński. It’s been in development for years; developer Ebb Software dropped a drool-inducing teaser trailer in 2016 and a gameplay trailer in 2017. There have been video games — lots of them — based on the Alien movies, but this one is specifically Giger, so expect to see more of the creepy, twisted sexual side of his art than you got in the Xenomorph movies.
Pulp (The Pulp Net): While Doc Vandal is influenced by Doc Savage, he has some other influences. And a big difference is that his stories are not set in our world, but in the 1930s of an alternate world that has a steampunk element where zeppelins are everywhere, aliens exists (with hidden cities on Earth, as well as the Moon), and there are other science fictional elements. Doc Vandal is an inventor and adventurer, assisted by three people: Vic, Gus and Gilly.
Robert E. Howard (Messages from Crom): The Cthulhu Stories of Robert E. Howard. Coming in September! The Great Old Ones Return… In the early twentieth-century, in the pages of Weird Tales and other pulp magazines, H.P. Lovecraft created the Cthulhu Mythos and offered it to his friends, creating a shared mythology for much of their weird fiction. Robert E. Howard, creator of Conan the Barbarian, was one of those good friends.
Popular Culture (Bronze Age Babies): Doug: Hi, my name is Doug, and… well, I’m addicted to the Planet of the Apes. There – I said it! Are you happy now? Welcome back to the BAB, everyone! We are pleased to be in your company today, and also excited to have been asked once again to participate in this summer’s Super Blog Team-Up. “Expanded universe” is our topic, so we are running with that across three blogs. Our premise here is that the variety of products available to kids in during the era of the Bronze Age of comics allowed our imaginations to make leaps into new territory for our favorite Apes characters.
Art (Silver Key): A big name in fantasy role-playing/Dungeons and Dragons art passed away yesterday—Jim Holloway. Jim was not my favorite D&D artist of all time—I might have to go with Bill Willingham or Erol Otus—but he was one of the 5-6 most iconic and prolific of the silver or “commercial” age of TSR, circa 1981 and on.
Tolkien (Tolkien and Fantasy): I believe that there are only two instances where J.R.R. Tolkien was interviewed on film. The first dates from 1962, and the second from 1968. The first, by John Bowen, was conducted on 10 December 1962, in black-and-white, for the BBC television program “Bookstand”. The episode was broadcast two days later, on Wednesday, 12 December, from 10.15-10.45 pm, though the Tolkien segment took up less than nine minutes.
Science Fiction (Marzaat): Scientific Romance in Britain 1890-1950. Well, I’ve known about this book for years, but it was pricey on the second hand market, but I got it for Christmas. A lot of science fiction crit books from the 1980s I’ve purchased recently seem to be deaccessioned from university libraries. This one came from the Columbus College Library in Columbus, Georgia.  It seems to have been checked out only once, in 1995. That matches Brian Stableford stating, in his essay “The Profession of Science Fiction” that he only sold “157 copies in the UK, not counting remainders”.
Fiction (Mostly Old Books): The First Quarry doesn’t dwell on an origin story but rather shows the young hitman being fully formed as a cold-blooded and intelligent killer as he accepts his first assignment after being recruited by The Broker – killing a college professor and destroying his manuscripts. The story takes place in Iowa in the early 1970s, the years that I came of age, and I was impressed and highly amused by all of the pop culture references from that era.
Pulp (Pulpfest): When Ned Pines was asked by The American News Company to start a chain of pulp magazines that it would distribute for him, he knew he needed an editor. The young publisher requested Frank A. Munsey employee, Leo Margulies, to be the managing editor of his new enterprise. With the country gripped by the Great Depression, the two men came up with a daring idea for the rough paper market: a ten-cent pulp magazine. Standard Magazines, better known as “The Thrilling Group,” launched THRILLING DETECTIVE, THRILLING ADVENTURES, and THRILLING LOVE in late 1931. Each sold for a dime.
Art (DMR Books): Matthews created a considerable amount of artwork depicting Elric and various other characters from Michael Moorcock’s stories. Moorcock said that “Rodney captured the images and invention, having a larger space to work with on the posters and calendars. He was brilliant, for instance, on the quirky End of Time stories and I love his inventiveness.”
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