#I don't have the processing power for other mutations

[catboybiologist]

Ah yes

Love thy neighbor

Clearly the Christian Semen Guy never read that -_-

Eh, I have my Issues with trying to sanitize Christianity to the point of being supportive or whatever

Like there's nothing wrong with interpreting the bible in a way that supports everyone and promotes universal love. But you have to acknowledge that even "love thy neighbor" has a lot of flaws in the context of the bible.

For one, there's nothing that cements it as "outranking" any of the other horrific atrocities that occur in the bible. The bible is cruel, very overtly so, especially to people who aren't Jews or Christians. And yeah, while they're not a huge emphasis, there are lines about men and women being separate and having their own roles and the sin of mixing that. There's cruelty in there, and whatever you rank as the "more important" part is fairly arbitrary. In B4 old testament vs new testament stuff, there's plenty from the old testament that Christians still follow.

And second, if Catholic semen guy is being genuine, he is loving thy neighbor. Many Christian worldviews dictate that loving someone means saving them when they're led astray. In the mind of someone trying to detransition and/or convert me, they're doing an act of love. And don't say "oh that's not real love to me" because it is. It's a fundamentally different motivation than hate- it's just deeply, deeply wrong about so many things, and forces you to turn a blind eye to the actual state of what makes people happy and prosperous. It mutates to cruelty later, but it always starts as love.

In the Christian sense, this "love" is what motivates them to "save" people. Catholic semen guy is motivated by Christian love. It's also the motivator behind conversion therapy, physical abuse, kicking queer people out of homes to "teach" them something, all of that. Christian love teaches proselytizing and "saving", at the expense of any actual indicators of the welfare of the person involved. If someone dies in the process, but makes it to heaven, that's okay to them- and it's still an act of love.

It's incredibly important to recognize this, because it's how hate movements start. Honestly, I wouldn't recommend it to anyone, but the horrific TERF book "Irreversible Damage" is a great example of this. It's aimed at parents- it uses parental love as a motivator for vicious, anti trans rhetoric.

Hitler didn't start by killing Jewish people, disabled people, queer people, Slavs, and everyone else murdered under the Nazis. He told white, Aryan parents to love their white, Aryan children first. He told them to love them so much that they needed to secure a future for them, at any cost. And then, only once that idea was cemented, did he say that they were a threat to that future.

Am I saying that all Christianity is bad? No!

What I am saying is that any teaching of the Bible preaching universal love as people are is as unique of an interpretation of the Bible as one that preaches hate. You can't say that the inclusive version of Christianity is the "real" version, because every version of Christianity necessitates interpretation, novel ideas, and resolution of contradictions within the bible itself.

This is all personal pet peeves and nitpicking, I guess, but I do feel like it's somewhat important to note. Christian zealots do feel like they love everyone. But love is a powerful motivator of horrific actions.

[rosenclaws]

How does Logan react when he thinks you're dead (either he sees your body, or thinks you're lost in an abyss, anything) but you awake or come back to him.

mm the angst yes please. I got a littleee carried away with each one but uhh its fine.

warnings: violence, injury, blood.

Origins Logan -

Logan is heartbroken. It's pretty much straight out of the movie where you're attacked by Sabertooth and Logan finds you bleeding out in the woods. He thinks your dead and there's a good reason to because of the blood on your clothes and he can't seem to find a pulse. He goes into a rage, he's angry and hurt and he hugs your body close to him and cries. He's dead set on revenge which is how they lure him into becoming part of the weapon x project. Turning his bones to metal in a very, very painful process. He does it for you thinking your dead but the whole time you're a pawn in Strykers game.

You don't knowingly spy on him like Kayla though (Ik she was being threatened but I wanna change things from the plot a little). You love Logan and you'd never do that to him. But they knew that hurting you was the best way to get to Logan so they did. Once Logan left your body they swooped in and experimented on you too to see if they could get anything out of you. You weren't a mutant like Logan and they wanted to see if they could insert the gene manually. When Logan escape it forces them to move you and ramp up their experiments. They try and wipe your memory just like Logan but it doesn't work. Somehow their stupid experiments don't kill you and you escape but now with powers you can't control born from Logan's DNA.

When you find each other again it's emotional. He thought you were dead and at first he thinks it's another trick but he sees you still have his dog tags and he knows you're real. He almost tackles you to the ground, holding you tight and burying his face in your neck. He asks a lot of questions and you don't have a lot of answers but when he sees you're now mutated he gets pissed. He wanted to kill Stryker for what they did to you. He knows the pain they put him through and he doesn't even want to think of how they hurt you. He keeps you by his side as you both try to explore this world now.

Trilogy Logan -

He's absolutely distraught. You're on a mission with the team and things are going fine. The two of you fight like hell and he still finds the time to make flirty quips as he digs his claws into another guy. It's standard. Until it isn't. Something goes wrong and you just don't know what to do. It was a trap, luring you in with mutant children just to kill you all. The building was literally going to collapse in on itself, burying you all alive. You use your powers to try and keep the building up but there are soldiers surrounding the building. it basically turns into a "Grab the kids and lets get the fuck out of here" plan. You keep the building up with every fiber of your strength and Logan is waiting for you. He's got like three kids and you know deep down that you can't go with him. If you break your concentration the building is gone and so are those kids. He refuses to leave you. He can hear scott yelling into his comm so he rips it out of his ear and throws it to the side. He's stubborn as hell but you won't let him put those kids in danger.

You can feel your grip slipping. The building shaking as your strength starts to dissipate. Bullets come flying through the concreate walls and you know that your time is up. So you tell Logan to go and come back. Lying to him that you have it handled and to focus on the mission. He makes you swear that you're okay and you do. You feel bad for lying but its what you have to do. The moment you know Logan is back on the jet you let go. Accepting that this was the end and that you saved those kids, saved your team, and saved Logan. Logan watches the building crumble, crushing anything around and in it. The roar he lets out is painful. They have to go and they know it. If they stay they risk giving up the sacrifice you had made. The jet doors close before Logan can get out. He's banging on them. Yelling and screaming to let him the fuck out. His claws sinking into the metal and it refuses to budge. The whole team is devastated and listening to Logan just makes it so much worse. Jean tries to calm him down but he tells her to fuck off. He's lashing out and everyone knows it.

He basically quits the X-Men for a while. He was a loner for a while and then he found you and this little family and he didn't mind fighting for something, for someone. But now you're gone. He tries to continue on but he just can't. I think he disappears for a while. Just to be on his own again because everything reminds him of you. He doesn't keep in contact with anyone. Just him and the Canadian Rockies. He doesn't know that you survived. That you crawled out of that rubble. Broken ribs and a lot of internal bleeding. That some nice old couple found you and let you stay until you were healed. You found your way back to the mansion months after they all thought you died. They couldn't believe it but the one thing on your mind was Logan and he wasn't there. After a tearful reunion with everyone else you hopped into one of Scotts cars and drove all day and all night until you found yourself at his cabin. He took you once and he promised to take you again.

He was outside chopping wood when he hears the car pull up. He just rolls his eyes and gets ready to tell them to leave him alone but then you step out. He must be dreaming he thinks. He drops the axe as you walk closer. Then his name falls from your lips and he takes off running. The first thing he does is kiss you. It's messy and desperate but holy fuck you're alive and you're here. Your crying and telling him you're sorry and he's just telling you it's okay. The two of you spend a lot of time in his cabin getting reacquainted. You tell him what happened and he listens. He watches you sleep in a not creepy way just because he wants to make sure you're really alive. he He's extra touchy and he's just happy that you're alive.

DOFP Logan -

I think losing you breaks him, I mean he gave up everything for a peaceful future. He went back in time to make sure his fellow mutants. His friends and family are safe. That you’re safe. Things were going well. Until the mansion was attacked. Logan was fighting off the attackers and you were evacuating the kids. It was utter chaos. Somehow an agent slipped past him and managed to fire a full round right into your stomach. The kids were okay, you protected them. But by the time Logan got to you, you were against the wall with blood everywhere. He was angry, pissed at himself and at whoever dared come and hurt them like this. He told you that everything was going to be okay. He wanted to stay with you, protect you. But there was still fighting and Logan had to put the kids first. With tears in your eyes you told him to go and it takes everything in him to leave you. By the time he came back your body was gone. Presumed dead.

The whole mansion could feel Logan's grief. While they all mourned you he was the worst of them all. The happiness had once again been ripped from his life. He thought things were supposed to be better in this new timeline but he just can't be happy apparently. He stopped teaching, hell bent on getting revenge on the group that attacked them. He wanted to avenge you, he was going to make them pay.

When they found them Logan went off by himself. The team could show up if they wanted to but fuck he was going to kill them all. No mercy. He slashed his way through but nothing seemed to heal his heart. No matter how many guards he took down. Until he found a room with lab equipment, attached to it was a small cell and that's where he found you. They had taken you from the mansion and were experimenting on you. But you were alive. Suddenly Logan wishes he spent more time on their deaths, regretting killing them so quickly. He bundles you up and carries you back to the jet where everyone is shocked to see you in his arms. He doesn't let go as they fly back to the mansion. You curl closer to him in your sleep and he promises to never let them take you again.

Old Man Logan -

He doesn't hesitate to kill them all. He just wants to be left in peace but these fuckers keep coming back. Mostly for Laura but the two of you have vowed to protect this little girl with everything you have. The ambushed you in public, shooting up a damn grocery store just to catch the two of you off guard. Logan was off working when he heard about it on the radio. He broke every traffic law in sight to get to you. Pushing past the people running away to get inside. That's when he saw you lying on the ground in a pool of blood and those bastards hands trying to drag Laura away.

All he saw was red. He barely even felt anything as he killed every single person in there. They killed you, tried to take Laura away. They didn't deserve his mercy. They deserved pain and pain is what he gave them. By the time they were all dead he still didn't feel satisfied. Until Laura called his name. She was next to you. Logan felt this horrible pain, knowing he was going to have to tell her you were gone. Then you moved. He rushed to your side and felt your pulse. You were breathing, alive. An ambulance came to take you away and Logan almost put his claws through some damn officers who tried to get him to stay. He told them they could ask him some fucking questions later because all he cared about was you. It was an agonizing amount of time before he was told that you were stable. You looked so frail when he walked into your hospital room. It took a couple days but you woke up and Logan was right there. He didn't tell you what happened after you went down, not about the blood he shed. He just told you Laura was okay and left it at that. He held your hand and listened to your heartbeat, just happy to see you alive.

Worst Logan -

He's fucking devastated. You were at the mansion when they attacked. When Logan was getting drunk at that bar. There was a lot of guilt festering in him but he couldn't find your body. He searched the whole mansion for you but he just couldn't find you. He couldn't even bury you. Like in the movie he turned to alcohol and rage. Killing because he hoped that maybe it would bring back any feeling but nothing could cure the hole in his heart.

When he got dragged to the void the last person he expected to see was you standing at Cassandras side. Your name left lips as he walked towards you only to be thrown into the ground by Cassandra. Are you a variant? You have to be. But as Cassandra probed his brain she made a comment that let him know it was really you. He tried to talk to you, ask you for help but you just stayed quiet. It really was him. You had conflicting feelings and Cassandra could sniff them out in an instant. You promised you were loyal but when Logan came back you couldn't bring yourself to hurt him. Even though he could heal you just couldn't. Cassandra sent you into a wall when she saw your weakness. Logan charged at her, telling her to get her fucking hands off of you. He won't fail you again. She lets you free as she turns her attention to Logan, digging deep into his brain to see all his memories. His failures, his guilt. Somehow his weird red friend managed to stop her. Logan's speech, he looked right as you as he spoke. How he wants to be a better man, to be the X-Man that you and Charles told him he could be. When she made the portal Logan didn't hesitate to grab you and take you with him. He wasn't leaving you again.

When the world was saved and everything was over you two spent some time together away from the crazy. He fell to his knees and apologized for being a coward. For leaving you. You told him how you got there, that the TVA had showed up and zapped you into the void. You joined Cassandra to survive but Logan didn't care about that. He understood. He was just happy to have you back and for once he felt like he could breathe.

[marsupials-of-mars]

I have a theory. It's a lot of speculation, but an interesting thought:

Euclidea was a hivemind. Or, at least part of it.

This is my main "evidence." The line "One of the few conciousnesses" and referring to the lonely humans as "you" somewhat implies that he himself is or was part of a hivemind consciousness. Like, for example, a fungal spore network.

With what we know of Euclidea (strict adherence to rules, valuing uniformity, fearing non-uniformity), it wouldn't be a surprise.

What constitutes as a "hivemind" here is vague, and if it is the case with Euclidea, it doesn't mean that all of the Euclideans were the same person with the same shared knowledge.

It may be more of an extrasensory connectedness, uniform patterns of thought, a general understanding of what others are experiencing/feeling, physically or mentally. This aligns with some of Bills powers: reading minds, possessing multiple corpses all using his own voice, seeing through many eyes (not necessarily simultaneously, but as "peepholes")

If we follow this idea, it makes the Euclideans seem less like fascists and more like people looking out for their community. So averse to a reality-breaking mutation because it posed a threat to the minds of anyone connected to bill.

Maybe, rather than forcing baby bill to be medicated just to make him normal, his parents were doing what they thought was best not just for their child, but for their people.

(^ I'll admit some of these screenshots are more "thematic" than "evidence")

Maybe it was so easy for Bill to destroy his whole dimension much by accident because all he had to do was stop taking his meds, and let this mutation which nobody else was physiologically able to handle into the minds of those people.

He felt so stifled that he made the conscious decision to endanger people; it wasn't fully an accident, nor was it fully violent in intent. But his choices directly resulted in the massacre.

All this to say, this concept is mostly just more fuel for angst. Bill not only destroyed friends and family, but pieces of himself. His blue flames and red anger aren't just influences or genetics from his parents, because his parents weren't just parents; They were pieces of himself.

He was alone in the universe, but it was worse than that. He was alone, truly alone with his thoughts, without knowing how to even process what "his" thoughts were, or what "alone" really meant.

He blacks out when he recalls the day he tried to fuse everyone into his own individual perspective, because the memories missing are the memories of countless dying people.

He's an idea. Not a soul, not a conciousness, because the soul was shared among his whole race of people.

Maybe this could be why he's so desperate for attention, belonging, friends, and family: He's desperately trying to fill in the gaps of his own consciousness.

And, it could explain why he's so, so very bad at it: Because he can't conceptualize the desires of individuals. They should all want what he wants, think like he does, that's how it's supposed to be when you love someone!

Your family is an extension of yourself, so why wouldn't they want to make you happy? If you're happy, everyone is happy!

He's a handful of selfish thoughts that persisted after the soul they belonged to was destroyed.

Now don't come at me with your conspiracy pants on and tell me how little evidence I have and how unsubstantiated and speculative all this is, I KNOOOWW but I'm having fun and playiiingg!!

[hostilemuppet]

Christina "Bliss" Utonium

(Nickname given by Bubbles, who is her favourite sister (don't tell anyone!))

Once a normal and perfect little girl, the daughter of Professor Utonium (whether adopted or from a previous relationship is up to audience interpretation) was accidentally exposed to various chemicals of the alphabet variety and, after being infused with Chemical W, mutated into what would later be known as the very first Powerpuff Girl. After living the first five years of her life with no powers and suddenly capable of more than she could have possibly imagined, she was unstable, but more than that she was scared. Scared of destroying everything she touched, scared of getting hurt, scared of hurting her dad. So after blowing yet another hole in the house, she fled to somewhere she could be alone and could gain control of her powers without hurting anyone she cared about.

since theyre made of different chemicals, she doesnt have the exact same powers as the other three girls. bliss cant fly, but she can teleport. she doesnt have laser eyes, but her... explosive personality more than makes up for it. she may not be the strongest or the fastest, but her telekenesis means she can hold her own just fine. she is not the ultimate powerpuff who makes the others look weak in comparison, she is just another member of the team - she has not been sent off to space - who is capable but not invincible

or, she would be. after being alone on a deserted island (Him was not communicating with her through Mih, but she did talk to herself. a lot.) for a decade, shed really prefer to focus on the luxuries of civilian life. and who can blame her? if i was eating nothing but fish and coconut for 10 years, id want a good burger or ice cream too. and shes missed out on sooooooo many movies... hey, have you girls heard of tiktok? bliss would never shy away from a fight, but shes not exactly seeking it out. shes too busy trying to adjust back into society, for better or for worse. and trust me, romance is the LAST thing on her mind right now

for the most part, the powerpuff girls remain a terrific trio, with bliss aiding them now and then, the same as in the show how she pops back to earth every so often for the plot. except she is still on earth and lives at the utonium residence, because after being separated from her family for 10 years, why would she give that up again? this is the best of both worlds; she gets to be around her family instead of being put on a bus, and shes not forced into the main group permanently

in terms of design, she was inspired by the Perfect Little Girl from the original whoopass shorts; she was the first after all! this is mostly shown in her colour scheme but an earlier draft had a similar hairstyle for her island look. since she was at one point a normal human, unlike the other ppg she has five fingers, a nose, and she lacks the iconic ppg eye design, along with all the other traits i use to separate the x-creations from regular humans. what makes bliss special is how normal she seems (if you ignore the teleporting and the levitating of course). design process:

[pokemonshelterstories]

I know you're probably don't study this topic, but I was wondering if you had any theories on why there are so few pure flying type pokemon?

Is flying type energy just more unstable than other types? Making it latch on to another to become more stable? (Kinda like how an element reacts in order to form a more stable compound?)

I'm not a scientist who studies this, so I'm probably way off the mark, but I'm curious about what you think

i actually have studied this! i majored in ornithology, which is focused on bird pokemon in particular but also required me to understand a lot about flying types in general. and there's indeed a generally accepted reason for why pure flying types are uncommon!

mechanically powered flight- that is, flight that isn't achieved through levitation but instead by manipulating air using a physical body part- is something that takes quite a bit of time to develop from an evolutionary perspective. what we find in the development of typing in pokemon is that losing a type in the process of long-term evolution is much less common than adding another type on or mutating entirely from one type to another. so, as flight gradually developed in different evolutionary threads, those pokemon tended to keep their other original typing in the process of evolution. it's not that flying is an "unstable" type so much as it is that, if you've already developed one type to help you fit into your ecological niche, it's more efficient to maintain that niche than to throw it out entirely. think of it this way: if, for example, you've developed fire typing to be suited for living in hot environments but also want to fly around those environments, you're not going to toss out that fire typing and start over. there's more pressure to keep that original typing than to get rid of it.

this is also why so many bird pokemon from grasslands and forest environments are normal/flying type. if you're a normal type in these environments competing with all the other normal types, developing flight is a great way to carve a niche for yourself. and if you fly, you're going to spend a lot of time in high places. normal typing provides the advantage of being immune to ghost type energy, and only comes with the disadvantage of being weak to fighting type energy. but if you're spending a lot of time high up or in the air, you're more likely to have to deal with ghosts than you are with a pokemon that knows a lot of fighting type moves. plus, being flying type is already a pretty good deterrent to keep fighting types away from you! so there's not a ton of evolutionary pressure to get rid of your normal typing, but there's a pretty good reason to keep it.

[tyrantisterror]

An Incomplete List of Supervillain Archetypes

Ok, so my first attempt to brainstorm some supervillain prompts was derailed in a very perplexing way, but I am undeterred! Let's try this again in a way that's honestly a bit more fitting with my usual process - namely, by looking at the genre in question ans figuring out what archetypes are there, as well as what kind of... well, the words "theme" ad "motif" seemed to confuse people last time, so let's use the word "flavor" here for. So yes, a list of archetypes and flavors.

An incomplete list, as you no doubt noticed from the title here, because 1. while I've consumed a fair amount of superhero media, I'm by no means an expert and 2. I'm purposely leaving out archetypes and motifs that are dependent on a pre-established hero. That means no Mirror Universe counterparts, evil doppelgangers, guys with the same powers as the hero but they're evil, evil living versions of the hero's costume, etc. This is a list to make a rogue's gallery that isn't necessarily based around a particular hero - rogues for the sake of having rogues, rather than to further one good guy's narrative. We're not trying to make Morlun the interdimensional vampire who only eats Spider-Men here.

And since this is an incomplete list, I am officially inviting you, the person reading this, to point out anything big you think I missed! Just don't start listing college majors, ok? I already have another post about supervillain archetypes that's gathering a list of college majors. Inexplicably.

Supervillain Archetypes

Ok, we're gonna start with a list of, like, personality and story roles supervillains tend to come in. The Archetypes, if you will.

The Bank Robber with a Gimmick - the Silver Age classic. You rob banks and do other naughty but not-necessarily lethal crimes, but more than that, you do it with a gimmick, and goddamn are you devoted to committing to the bit. The bit is more important than the crimes - in fact, the crimes are really just a means to make everyone pay attention to your gimmick.

The Evil Genius - you are extremely book smart and are making it everyone's problem. Again, no need to suggest what degree the mad scientist has, I have a whole post where people are inexplicably doing that already!

The Big Monstrous Guy - you're a big guy with some sort of hideous deformity/mutation that makes you look like a monster. It may also make you act like a monster, although it's just as likely you only act that way because everyone treated you as a monster first. You are often reduced to being the dumb muscle in a given scene, but might get moments of pathos that show how hard it is to be a big monster guy.

The Wildcard - you're an agent of chaos who doesn't really have a plan/goal beyond making everything escalate as quickly as possible, and that's why we love you. In-universe, though, almost everybody thinks you're very annoying.

The Copycat - your villainy hinges on imitation. You are adept at stealing other people's identities, disguising yourself as someone else, and/or even taking the super powers of another person outright. Ultimately, the threat you pose isn't inherent to you - it's something your victims brought to the table.

A Normal Businessman - you view all people and things as nothing more than resources to exploit in your pursuit of wealth and power. Love for anyone but yourself is a weakness to be exploited, and all other living beings are only worth whatever labor you can extract from them as quickly and cruelly as possible, and should be discarded ruthlessly and without mercy when they no longer provide you that utility. In the real world you'd be treated like royalty, but since this is a fictional world, you actually face... resistance? Somehow? As if someone wants people like you to actually face consequences. How unnatural.

The Foreign Tyrant - you rule some made-up country, planet, or plane of existence that doesn't exist in the real world and thus can be as comically awful and dystopian as the writer desires. Everything that's wrong with your foreign home is more or less your fault, because you rule it with an iron fist. You tend to be pretty theatrical about it, too.

The Mind Taker - you're a villain whose main scheme involves some form of mind control, brainwashing, or other methods of forcibly recruiting innocent people into serving you. You're often a seductive figure, and always a manipulative one.

The Mind Fucker - you screw with people's perception of reality in order to enact your schemes. Maybe you send their feelings into overdrive, maybe you dazzle their senses with magnificent illusions, but ultimately you make it that anyone who wants to oppose you has to fight their own mind in the process.

The Jekyll and Hyde - you're not a bad guy, really! But, well... sometimes a part of you takes over, something you bury deep inside, something you really want to keep caged inside you. And when that "other guy" comes out, well... they're pretty bad, actually.

The Anything But Retail - you approach super-villainy the way you would any other job. You're not here for the love of the game or because you're theatrical - this is just the only thing that pays the bills that you can see yourself doing.

The All-Time Hater - you are, quite literally, a hateful person, and by gum you are going to make everyone know it! None of your schemes serve any goal except making people you hate suffer - your only ambition is to make life worse for others.

The Super Mafia - you walked straight out of a gangster movie and into a Saturday morning cartoon, and somehow that transition wasn't nearly as difficult as it should have been. Time to make these costumed fucks sleep with the fishes, even if all your goons now carry harmless laser guns instead of actual pistols.

The Planet Eater - you are a villain whose threat is so great that you threaten the very narrative itself with destruction by way of raising the stakes so high that nothing will ever have any meaning ever again. If the writers aren't up to snuff, you will make everything that occurs after you feel like either an anticlimax, or a pathetic attempt to raise the stakes to an even more inconceivably high level. If you threaten to kill the planet, the next bad guy will threaten the universe. If you threaten the universe, then they'll threaten the multiverse. If you threaten that, then by god, I don't know how we'll raise the stakes from there, but a hack writer will definitely try. A good writer can avoid that terrible fate, but unfortunately you're far more popular with bad writers than good ones.

Supervillain Flavors

These are more surface-level ways to categorize supervillains, mostly concerned with, like, their aesthetic - i.e. the theme of their costume, weapons, lair, etc.

Clown (note to self: don't even try it. You'll never escape Harley Quinn's shadow. It's a fool's errand.)

Reptile

Spider

Insect

Shark

Other "scary" animals

Obscure Animal the writer got obsessed with and decided to theme a bad guy around

Cat-themed Cat Burglar (note to self: don't do this one either. We already have a good one with Catwoman and then also a less good one with Black Cat, who's just Catwoman but at Marvel. There

Space alien

Robot

Cyborg

Mutant (radioactive)

Mutant (toxic waste/pollution)

Mutant (genetically engineered)

Mutant (setting specific source of mutation)

A classic Gothic Horror monster but now they wear superhero tights. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts, etc.

Literally Satan

Satan but we're too cowardly to fully embrace that he's Satan so we're gonna, like, try to have plausible deniability and claim our Satan isn't literally Satan (but he's more or less Satan)

Wizard (fake)

Wizard (real)

Knight

Witch

Fantastical Monster (dragon, gorgon, etc.)

Adapted from/inspired by real world mythology

A god in an old world mythology sort of way

A god but in a cool 60's cosmic way

Anthropomorphic Personification of Abstract Concept

A normal businessman

Elemental Powers (Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Ice, Lightning, etc.)

Shapeshifter

Power Stealer

90's Extreme Radical Wanton Gun Violence

90's Extreme Radical Body Horror

Ninja

Caricature of Obnoxious Media Trend (shock jocks, reality TV, celebrity culture, etc.)

Alright, that's what I've got off the top of my head. What'd I miss?

[sundrop-writes]

Tongue Twister

Sub!Gar Logan x (Dom)GN!Reader

I wanna get you in a tongue twister - tied up in a tongue twister.

Summary:

You and Gar run into each other in the dark halls of Wayne Manor one night. He finds that he just can't resist your touch.

Or: You quite literally try to suck Gar's soul out through his cock, and he definitely doesn't stop you.

Sub!Gar Logan x (Dom)Gender Neutral Reader. Friends to Friends with Benefits. Smut. Set (vaguely) during Season 3.

Word Count: 2,000

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Warnings: This is pretty much just straight smut/pwp (there is basically no plot); I say that it's 'loosely' set in Season 3 because there is a mention of the Titans staying at Wayne Manor and I was inspired by S3 Gar, but there's no plot spoilers for S3 and you don't need to have seen Titans for this to make sense (this is just hot smut about my favourite hot guy); there is slight dom/sub dynamics - Gar is somewhat submissive (he likes being manhandled and put in his place), and the reader is somewhat dominant in that they take control of Gar and take what they want; this is a blowjob fic - so, the reader is giving Gar a (very messy) blowjob; the reader's gender is not mentioned or described in any way; the main pronouns used for the reader are you/yours; slight nipple play (Gar receiving); (in terms of the canon, Gar's experience is very debatable, but I don't imagine this to be virgin!Gar, at the very least, this is inexperienced!Gar); slight crying kink - mentions of Gar crying from overstimulation and the reader enjoying it; mentions of deepthroating - the reader takes Gar's dick all the way down with no issues (unrealistic, but that happens in fics sometimes); slight manhandling (from the reader toward Gar) (but nothing to state that the reader has super impressive strength); the reader swallows Gar's cum; multiple orgasms/overstimulation (Gar receiving); I don't think I would call this dubcon, but maybe under-negotiated kink? because they didn't discuss overstimulation beforehand, but Gar still likes it; passing mention of Gar masturbating while thinking about the reader; slight ball play and slight anal play (again, all Gar receiving) and using spit as lube in the process; I think that's it for this fic? Anyway - enjoy!

A/N: I have said this before, but sometimes a tiktok edit just distinctly inspires the vibes of a fic. And I woke up the other day and searched 'Gar Logan edit' because I needed to see my boy, and then I found this amazing edit - and I got the idea stuck in my head that I needed to do a fic of S3 Gar (which is my favourite Gar) - getting the sloppiest head of all time. Cause that is what a Tongue Twister means to me. I later found the full song to listen to it, and for reference it's called Tongue Twister by Cash Cash, so that is the song that this fic is named after. It is just very straightforward pwp smut, because I love writing that about Gar lmao. I love seeing him whining and pathetic (and overstimulated). So, here you go! I hope you guys have fun with this, even if you're reading this as someone who has never seen Titans before.

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Gar had no clue how he ended up in this situation. 

It was a fucking amazing situation to be in. But still, the whole thing puzzled him. (Well, it would if he had any brain power to think about it at this current moment.) 

This whole thing started when he had woken up hungry. Which, wasn’t entirely unusual for him. Doctor Caulder said that his transformations and his ‘condition’ in general caused him to burn more calories than the average person - not nearly as much as someone like Rita, but definitely more than he used to before his genes mutated. Even on a vegetarian diet, he craved a lot of junk food, which he ate. And he didn’t seem to gain a lot of weight because of this part of his condition. And he often found himself woken in the middle of the night by a rumbling stomach. 

On his way back from the kitchen with a stomach full of nutella and banana sandwiches, he noticed a gentle glow coming from the library of Wayne Manor. He was much more awake than he had been when he had first stumbled to the kitchen, so he had decided to investigate it. He wondered who else was awake at this hour. 

It was you. Apparently doing some late night reading. 

A lot happened very quickly then. 

You reached out and thumbed a large glob of nutella off the side of his mouth, and told him that he was adorable, and delicious. And you stared him right in the eyes while you licked it off your finger - mentioning that you loved his choice to go without a shirt as you removed the now spit-soaked digit from your mouth, looking him up and down with undeniable heat in your eyes. 

Gar felt so utterly trapped. (In the best way possible.) 

That spit-wet thumb made its way to touching his bare nipple, and when he let out an uncontrollable, absolutely loud whimper - he was done. 

That was how he ended up like this. 

This wild and wicked situation being that he was currently getting the best blowjob of his life. And he never would have expected that he would ever be on the receiving end of something sexual from you (he could have only hoped) - so finding out that you could give the most mind-blowing head - well fuck, it was really something. 

You had pushed him down to sit in the middle of the couch in front of the warm glow of the fireplace and stripped him of his loose sleep pants. This left him completely naked, pinned down by your demanding touch and the suction of your mouth on his hard cock. 

“Oh, fuck. Oh my god!” 

He remembered protesting at some point. Maybe. 

If he did, it was only on the basis that the two of you might get caught. The library was a well trafficked area of the ridiculously large house. It was a quick route to get to the kitchen from the set of bedrooms that the Titans had been staying in, rather than walking through some decommissioned ‘sitting rooms’ with creepy, dusty old furniture in them. Gar could only imagine how embarrassing it would be if someone like Dick or Dawn (someone he looked up to and admired) caught him with his pants down like this. 

Not that he was even capable of embarrassment with how much lust was currently throbbing through him. But it would definitely be embarrassing when he thought about it later. 

“Please, please! More!” 

But - all those thoughts easily leaked out of his ears, and those half-baked protests died off in his throat when he felt just how perfect your mouth was on his cock. The wet, warm suction of your lips around his shaft and the way you bobbed your head into such an easy rhythm, forming hot-white streaks of pleasure all across his cock. It was all too good to try and stop it. 

When the head of his large, thick cock hit the back of your throat - he choked out a whine, seeing stars split out across his vision for a moment. You were exceedingly talented at this. 

It was partially ‘talent’, and partially the fact that you truly did want to consume him. 

Every single little moan he let out, every pathetic, sweet whimper - it only spurred you on, made you want to see more. More of the way his stomach quaked when he tried to hold it in, more of feeling his thigh muscles desperately shake under your hands when you traced your tongue under the head of his cock. More pretty tears flowing from his big brown eyes as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge. More of him staring down at you in awe as you played his body like an instrument you had mastered in minutes. 

“Oh god! Oh! Oh - mmm,” 

Fueled by lustful hunger and an attraction for Gar that you had since the day you had met him, you continued on, fucking his cock with your mouth in an utterly unforgiving way. You sucked down the length of his cock and didn’t seem to care as the round cockhead hit the back of your throat, bruising it - your desperation only growing as your oxygen was cut off by the thickness of his shaft. In fact, you let out a moan of your own as his thick green pubes brushed against your nose and you inhaled his natural scent. 

The vibrations shook his cock and that only contributed to the insane pleasure he was feeling. 

Gar felt like he was slowly losing his mind. 

His hands were gripping the couch cushions wildly, finding it too rude and imposing to simply reach out and grab your hair or reach for the back of your head. Even while you handled him like he was simply a toy for your enjoyment, he couldn’t bring himself to return the favor. 

So he sat like a good boy, letting you pin him down and suck the life out of his cock. 

(Not that he wasn’t enjoying every single second of it.) 

“Oh, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” 

Gar began chanting, begging in a needy voice that he barely recognized as his own. 

You easily picked up to a brutal pace - gulping down his cock so quickly that it made a sloppy noise with each quick movement, taking him from root to tip within seconds. This made your head practically blur, easily coating his dick in spit and making his skin shine with your wicked efforts.

You sucked his cock so roughly, it was like you were trying to suck something out of him. As if you were trying to obtain some source of life that would magically be drained from his balls if you tried hard enough. 

(In your mind, it was something similar to that. You were desperate to taste his cum. And his perfect noises were supplying your life in a way, so you definitely wanted more.) 

You slurped viciously against his skin, bobbing your head up and down, creating an odd juxtaposition between the very slight roughness of your tongue and the slick flood of your spit whenever you would bob back down. His cock soon became sensitive and his thighs shook - when his legs flexed up toward your head upon instinct, his muscles tightening from all of the strain, you dug your nails into the quivering skin of his thighs and shoved him back down, holding him in place. 

“Y/N!” 

He wailed your name, crying out much louder than he had intended to. 

When he looked down, he made eye contact with you, you stared back with nothing but fierceness and commanding in your eyes. You owned him and you knew it. Even from a position on your knees, you knew that you were in charge. 

His entire body shook with dizziness under the force - flooded with endorphins at being handled so roughly by you. 

Gar’s orgasm was pulled from him forcefully, brought on like a slap in the face at the realization that he loved being pinned under your touch.

“Please, please, oh, oh!” 

Gar heard that lilting, whiny voice and barely recognized it as his own. He felt the air being punched out of his stomach before he realized that he was cumming into your mouth. He thought that surely you would be satisfied by this - that you would be done because he had cum. So he simply rode it out as you hallowed your cheeks and sucked even harder on his sensitive cock. Even making the head aching and raw as you traced your tongue around it and pumped him into your mouth while his stomach shook and he practically gargled his own spit. 

But in that fraction of a moment that he thought you might be done - no. You simply continued on. 

With his cum still lingering on your tongue, you dove back down, not giving him a moment to get soft under your touch. You swallowed his length once again, and he let out a wounded cry as his dick hit the back of your throat once again. His thighs flexed and shook and you left large claw marks in him, fighting him, trying to hold him still. 

He felt hot tears streaking down his face and he knew that this was the most perfect kind of torture - the most beautiful purgatory - being here with your perfect, hot mouth around his cock, seemingly attempting to devour him while he had to sit there and take it. 

“Oh god.” 

He let out another cry and all you did was reach over and begin to stroke his balls. The skin there was already slick with spit that had dripped down from your mouth, and the touch spewed fire up through his gut and caused him to wail out crooked breaths as his vision blurred with more tears. You were so perfect between his thighs - like you knew every single thing to do in order to drive him closer to the edge of insanity. 

Whenever he had imagined you before, he imagined you soft - he had thought of making love to you when he snuck a private moment with his hand around his cock. He always imagined candles and romantic music and gentle kisses all over your body. But he never could have imagined you like this. So fucking filthy. But now, he couldn’t imagine you any other way. 

You moved your fingers down from his balls, reaching your spit-soaked fingertips down to kiss against his against his hole - and just the slight threat of those fingertips pressing into him, touching such a sensitive spot, had another orgasm barreling through him like he had been struck by lighting. 

You sucked the cum out of him like you were greedy for it, like it would restore the very life to you - this time, Gar was sure that not a single streak of it even got to touch your tongue. When he felt the harsh pin-pricks of overstimulation coating his cock, he desperately gulped for breath, searching for words. 

“Please, please!” He cried out. “I can’t - ngh - no more!” 

You moved your hands to gently rub across his thighs, and you finally pulled back so that his cock fell from your mouth with a wet pop - falling to sit on his stomach, so spit-slick and red, glistening in the low lighting, entirely sloppy and messy. 

He was the most lovely mess above you. Tear streaks coming from his eyes, wet and messy eyelashes almost obscuring his perfect doe gaze down toward you. His face was entirely flushed, all the way down to his chest, making his skin the prettiest shade of pink - matching his parted, panting lips. His thighs were covered in bright red claw marks from your nails, and you couldn’t be prouder than knowing that he would be wearing those the next day - a reminder of you under his clothes, a little something stinging against the fabric to really drive home what had happened here. 

He was so perfect like this. 

You knew for certain that this wouldn’t be the last time you had him like this. (You would crave him too badly after this.) 

“You’re cute.” You remarked, giving him a smirk with your raw lips. 

Gar would be lying if he said that the slightly condescending comment didn’t make his entirely tired dick jump with interest.

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A/N: Please keep in mind, this is a standalone oneshot, so I will not be writing a sequel or a 'part 2' of it. However, if you liked this fic, definitely check out Stop? (Baby, Don't Stop) - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader or Not A Good Time - Gar Logan x GN!Reader which are similar fics to this one! Or you can check out the entirety of my Titans Masterlist for more fics written by me. And remember, reblogging and commenting is always helpful to support fanfic writers <3

[dcdreamblog]

Can you tell us anything about the Creature Commandos? I read a brief blurb about them in a book of "Weird War Tales" with other stuff like the GI Robot and the Boy Commandos, but trying to google anything on them just leads to debates as to whether or not they were actually supernatural or some kind of science project.

Oh dammit, James Gunn's little Inglorious Bastards-esque cartoon just came out didn't it? Jokes on you guys though, I actually ordered and read the appropriate books ahead of time! You're not slick!/s

Thank you for providing the image for this one so I don't have to go looking for it. (I truly hope you did not watch the old TV movie this was made for though. My god this poster it the best part of it)

To answer the most pressing question, they're a science experiment. Buckle in because if you thought your opinion of the US Army could not get any lower!

The Creature Commandos were formed in 1941 under the auspices of an outfit known as Project M which was the pot the US Army threw money into with the expectation it would use them to come up with super weapons to end the Nazi threat with no oversight or ethical constraint. They were responsible for the construction of G.I Robot as you mentioned and one of their failed experiments even granted New York native Joan Dale the powers she would use to become Miss America.

The Commandos specifically were the brainchild of one Dr. Myron Mazurksy, a real mad scientist type with the pet theory that the tales of monsters and ghouls making up the bulk of human mythology were the triggers for an kind of evolutionary fear, his hypothesis was that altering subjects through chemical and surgical methods to resemble these monsters of legend would give them an edge on the battlefield. (Of course we know now that these stories are not psychological misinterpretations at all but instead tales of actual beings that really do exist)

The Creature Commandos were made up of four founding members:

Private Warren Griffith was diagnosed with psychological lycanthropy and so was remanded into Project M's custody where he was surgically altered into and actual wolf man with very little conscious control of the time of his painful metamorphosis. He had committed no crime other than being considered psychologically unfit for service.

Pilot Officer Vincent Velcoro, a member of the Royal Air Force convicted of high treason for striking a well connected superior officer. Remanded into American custody without any due process under British military law he was given the choice of a 30 year sentence or experimentation which turned him into a human vampire, forced to drink blood at least once a day and only able to stomach consuming raw meat.

Private Elliot "Lucky" Taylor, a newly minted marine who was nearly killed by a land mine during a war gaming exercise. Surgically reconstructed by Project M his vocal cords were severed by the procedure, his family was told he was KIA and Taylor himself was never consulted about the procedure nor was he allowed to leave after the fact. Again he had committed no crime and was not even unfit for service, simply fed into the mill for the sake of "progress"

and Dr Myrra Rhodes who, when operating upon a wounded soldier within Project M's compound was mutated by a poorly secured batch of mutagen chemicals, transformed into a living medusa. She was also unable to leave military custody and was listed as KIA, losing her entire life due to Project M's negligence.

They were placed under the command of one Lieutenant Matt Shrieve who noted in his later unearthed war journal a personal loathing for his "freakish" subordinates whom he treated with inhuman disdain. Providing for their needs only reluctantly and below the standards of what they would have received in a brig back home. They were sent on what were, frankly, suicide missions, managing to survive time and again based on good luck and the members' trust in one another above all.

A truly demonstrative directive, unearthed by a freedom of information request submitted by their families well after the fact showed that the Creature Commandos were under command from the highest echelon that their existence be kept an absolute secret from the All Star Squadron or any of its members. A personal note, written by a redacted command officer at the bottom of the ledger opines

"The long underwear freaks would just get their bleeding hearts in a twist anyway."

Meaning that the army specifically kept the Commandos a secret from the Squadron, KNOWING that the Squadron would object to the less than human conditions and expectations of the Commandos and most likely would have seen to their emancipation under Squadron protection.

As the war drew to a close, the Commandos were marked for execution by firing squad. No trial or crime was ever given as reason. "Spared" from execution they were sent in a rocket toward the then ongoing battle of Berlin to do some final "good" or die trying.

Their presence is not noted at the battle and their bodies, or indeed their trails have never been found. Make of that what you will.

[one-of-many-journeys]

Day 22 (2/2)

Plainsong

I was feeling aimless, hanging around Plainsong, trading supplies back and forth to lighten my load. Just as I was tossing up whether it was worth forging west as soon as possible to target Regalla's forces at their source, Gaia's voice came through my Focus.

She's got something. Finally. I can't complain—she's had a lot to do this past week, sifting through centuries of data, instantiating herself in a degraded, under-equipped environment...and searching for mutated, missing pieces of herself that likely don't want to be found. Well, she's found not one, but three. Unfortunately, she's yet to pinpoint their locations precisely, but all lie west of the mountains. Just where I was planning to go.

I left Plainsong right away.

I pushed my mount full pelt across the blighted fields and up the craggy slopes to the RCC. From its imposing peak, it was clear that the landscape was engineered to centre the site. From there, at the highest point overlooking both east and west, we were meant to observe these lands as they thrived under Gaia's stewardship. It was her vision when shaping the facility, I'm sure. We'll make it real yet.

A quick rest partway up the cliffside, then I pressed on.

The temperature dropped sharply in the heights. Waterfalls grew sluggish, stuck is a slushy medium between water and ice. Fortunately, Varl and Zo had set up a bonfire beside the facility door, embedded in the side of the mountain. There are no roads here, I doubt anyone will spot it. An unforgiving climb, with only a locked door at the end as reward. We should be safe here.

I went straight to Gaia, and saw no sign of Varl and Zo on my way through. She stood in the centre of the holographic theatre, just as I'd left her, and it was hard not to think of her as a person, but as a mind spread through every corner of this facility, through the repair bay below, the signal towers...It's incredible.

Using those signal towers, the networking and cryptographic tools of Minerva, Gaia had located the presence of three subfunctions in the west—Aether, Poseidon, and Demeter. Air, Water, Earth. A nice triad, and the most useful of the missing functions, apart from Hephaestus itself.

With them, Gaia would have the tools and knowledge at her disposal to purify and moderate the air, water, and vegetation. That could mean an end to the erratic weather—the storms, quakes, floods, and the blight itself. The other missing subfunctions, in contrast, couldn't do us all that much good now that the biosphere was already established. Artemis and Eleuthia had already served their purpose, populating the lands with wildlife and humans. The knowledge and utility contained within those subfunctions were still invaluable, and reintegrating with them would boost Gaia's processing density too, but we can do without them for now. Who knows, maybe Far Zenith has them already.

It wasn't all good news. Gaia didn't yet have a clear fix on any of the subfunctions' locations. The activity she had detected was sporadic and diffuse, encrypted to a high degree. She knew that they lay in the west within a distance of about 200 miles. Too large an area to search aimlessly, but I at least know I'll have to look for ancient facilities equipped with powerful computing abilities—according to Gaia, likely with an original purpose adjacent to the subfunction's domain.

So, three Old World ruins to locate: one connected to the air, one to water, and one to plant life. Without Apollo, Gaia has no knowledge of the available candidates. That subfunction held much of her own auxiliary data reserves, too.

As I make my journey, Gaia will be able to analyse all data I come across while continuing her outward search through Minerva's towers. Hephaestus really was the cornerstone of her capabilities—without machines, she can't roam, interact, search in any meaningful way beyond scraping signal activity lancing across degraded web strands. I'll admit, I'd expected Gaia to reveal some miracle of power. It hadn't occurred to me, when I woke her here, that she would be so impaired. It doesn't matter; I'll restore her to what she once was, then she'll do the same to the world.

I uploaded the survey drone module I'd snagged from the old military base near Plainsong. And there it was rendered in perfect light and shade. It felt like real sunlight beating down; tricked my body and mind into simulating warmth. Another patch of land for Gaia to watch over. A far cry from the world, but she was appreciative of it all the same.

Gaia informed me that Varl and Zo had left the base together some hours ago, and though she offered, I told her not to call them back. I'll spend the night, then be on my way. I don't want to bring them with me. If I can sneak through before they return, maybe they won't follow.

And no, it's not the same as what I did to Varl back in Meridian. Gaia's here to teach him. I've brought him into the fold; job done. If my life needs saving, Gaia's here keeping track of me.

Varl and Zo haven't been idle here this past week. Apart from learning loads from Gaia about the Old World and how she came to be, they've been fixing up the RCC. With Gaia's instruction, gathering parts from the wilds, they've repaired the plumbing! Working showers and lavatories! Oh great conveniences of the Old Ones.

No heated water, obviously, as I know was the norm, but still, the sanitation mechanisms are up and running, filtering the water and flushing out waste. Not sure where to. Hopefully not the river.

I stopped by the lab, uploading the data I'd scraped from Cauldron Mu's core. The terminal told me the parts I'd need to slot into its fabricator for analysis to complete the corrupted overrides. I noted them down on my Focus; onto the backlog they go.

Still no sign of Varl and Zo. I settled down in one of the beds in the barracks. The sheets were eaten through by mould and time, but still decently soft. Tomorrow, I forge into Tenakth territory.

[master-jarrus]

Ninjago Star Wars Au species list

I will not debate anyone over these

Starting up:

Jay, half human, half twi'lek, his mother is the twi'lek. When he was born he was shipped to the Huts on Tatooine but his little carriage pod dropped and was picked up by Jawas. He has mechanical wings he made himself and specializes in marketing for the Jawas because he's adorable

Force sensitive

Ed and Edna: Jawas who find Jay are the main ones who raise him but I'm fairly certain jawas take the whole village approach.

Cole: Togurta. Togurta's are very strong and agile but people always seem surprised when they actually show case their strength. This seemed very fitting for Cole.

Force sensitive

Kai and Nya: human nautolan hybrids but it has been so long since the nautolan was introduced they don't have many traits other than large dark eyes and Nya is able to breathe under water. (They don't know its nautolan, which is kit fistos species for those who don't know)

Force sensitive

Nya is stronger in the force but she uses chants to help her focus (like the og dathomirian witches)

Zane: zane is a kyber crystal powering a droid. He more specifically the crystal then the body because kyber crystals are sentient

Force sensitive

Pixal: same deal as zane but her crystal faced torture (from the mining process) zane heals her later but she still struggles (fun fact ahsoka's kyber crystals were corrupted and tortured but she rescued and healed them and that is why they are white)

Force sensitive can only manipulate it through the dark side

Garmadon and Wu: Diathim (also referred to as angels) and part zabrak (i went back and forth on that because beskalisks have four arms but then I drew it and just fit well for them) angels are considered the most beautiful creatures while zebraks tend to be considered evil. Both are capable of good and evil.

Very force sensitive

Garmadon isn't strictly a sith. More of just acts as he sees is needed. He does tend to use the dark side a lot though

Garmadon is missing his lower wings and has mutated arms with cyber supports

Misako: Chiss, intellectual tend to try to logic their emotions away (think a blue spock) the Diathim have prophecies. She wanted to study them. She and Garmadon fall in love

Lloyd: Diathim, zabrak and chiss. Very tall. Blue skin, red eyes, has all of his wings but also has a set of lower arms that do not have cyber supports.

Force sensitive, just dripping midiclorians to the point he boosts the sensitivity of those he is around

Struggles with acting in anger and will accidentally hurt his lightsabers original kyber crystals that he will wear on a necklace and pours into whenever he meditates

Rei: human, mandalorian black smith

Force sensitive

Maya: human nautolan hybrid also unaware of the nautolan she just thinks it's the force she is trained like the og dathomirian witches

Force sensitive

Lily: Togruta

Force sensitive

Lou: Togruta dancer and singer, gets paid for it

Harumi: human, not force sensitive but will later inject midiclorians to try be able to use the force and will become dependent on them

Cyrus: human, tries to create kyber crystal droids like zane but the mining process corrupted all of them including the prosthetics he tried to make that were powered by crystals. He chooses to be wheel chair bound after the incident but he is ambulatory with regular prosthetics he just finds it exhausting

Morro: zabrak, becomes a malevolent ghost but will later settle down into a regular force ghost who follows wu around

Force sensitive

Serpentine: sub species of hutt. Made them native to dathomir and the moons

Let me know who else you want to know

You will for sure get art of Garmadon. We will see about the others

[hostdoozy]

The horrifying implications of Meat Sweats powers.

Rupert (mainly known as meat sweats) is possibly one of my favourite side-villains within Rottmnt as of this moment. Down his writing and animation, the Gordon Ramsey parody is an absolute delight to watch.

Something about his mannerisms is beyond fascinating to me. He's a double threat, both cunning and robust. I could go on about for hours about this overgrown porky pig characteristic and how he is so much more than the very thing he is parodying.

But I'll spare you that mercy and focus on ONE aspect of his character.

His mutant powers. (read more down below)

In 'Nothing but Truffle' we get a lot of insight into how his abilities function. Using the strange tendrils that make up his arm and hands, he can latch onto his prey and suck out their 'essences'. Temporarily possessing his victim's powers while his victim is either immobilized or die after the process (implied). The key word here is "Temporarily" During the episode, after Mikey is betrayed by the British Meatbag we get this little exchange between the two.

"B-but- i thought you were nice now?" "Oh. that wore off hours ago...and by the way, you play lousy mandoline" This shows us, that once he absorbs his victim's powers- throughout the course of an entire day- they only last for a short period. This shows us, that his mutant form can quickly burn off "essences". why is this horrifying? I'll get into it soon enough, sit tightly. Let's us examine what exactly he IS absorbing.

We see that whenever Rupert is absorbing something- it is always GREEN and you what else is green? Empyrean. the source of yokai power, the ingredient used to create mutants. His mutant form requires Empyrean. What do I mean by "require"? well then. We established that Rupert can quickly burn off Empyrean after absorbing it. now i'd like to point out something to you. Notice how Rupert is often described as "cannibalistic" or "vampiric" by other characters, merch and even concept artwork. Notice how often he hunts, he jumps at any opportunity to catch any prey. See how within the show, there are many instances of him having cages upon cages of mutant/yokai saved for special occasions. Almost like, he NEEDS a constant onslaught of Empyrean not because he enjoys the power that comes with it but rather, out of necessity. It is VERY possible that his Mutant form needs it to survive. Normal food won't simply cut it, He hungers for yokai and mutants alike.

So is that it? seems pretty simple enough, right? AHAHAHAHAHA NO MY DEAR READER, WE ARE NOT DONE YET! you are stuck here with me. I had a shocking revelation, one that seemed rather far-fetch but please bear with me.

Rupert has minimal control of his powers.

When the metal gauntlets come off, Rupert cannot control what his tendrils can absorb. An example of this is featured is once again, in "Nothing but Truffle". The second Mikey pulled Rupert's arm to the weretree, the tendrils began draining it upon contact- against Rupert's will. He can't stop it. This is just one of the many instances of it. We know that Rupert can form "claws" with his tendrils based on this one Ep but this is the only time it happens. Usually, they are untangled instead of interconnected

While this could just be an animation inconsistency- please just. indulge me for a moment. Rupert is known as most dangerous mutant according to Tmnt and there's good reason for this. Despite Ruperts disadvantages, he is capable of working AROUND them. He is dangerous not because of his mutant abilities but for his intelligence. we the viewer don't suspect it because He is capable of making split-second decisions within a fight. Rupert is competent in many others ways that we overlook and mislead into thinking he's in full control of his powers. (Idk if he's autistic but he'd be a master at masking lol)

So NOW why is this horrifying?

Keep in mind. Rupert was a human- a shitty one but still human regardless. His mutation wasn't by choice. His cannibalism wasn't a choice. Imagine, you are at the height of your career and in the middle of your show- in front of an entire audience- you suddenly feel a pinch. everything is painful. Your body contorts into a horrific pigish amalgamation in a matter of minutes. The world has its eyes on you. people are watching. All you see is RED.

You've become a monster.

Once the red is gone. All that is left is the hunger. You are reduced to nothing more than a creature lurking within the shadows. A wall is put between you and the remaining semblance of your old life. Everything you work for, Gone. Left to rot away.

No matter how many scraps you pull out of NYC's trash piles. You are still hungry. This disgusting form of yours demands more. The only thing you can do to survive. is give in. indulge. you didn't just become a monster. you ARE the monster.

Whether or not Rupert was deserving of this faith is up in the air. We know that he's always been an Asshole. (both Mikey and himself go on to confirm this)

This isn't meant to suddenly paint Rupert in a sympathetic light nor be an attempt to "redeem" his actions. Far from it. This is meant to further insight into him as a villain and why he acts the way he does. Rupert still values his humanity. Rupert resorts to extreme measures to ensure his own comfortability and his legacy (i.e his restaurant) but thats a topic for another day.

To finally conclude this tangent. While Rupert is scummy sod, the situation he's forced into is unsettling when you sit down and think about it. If anything. he might have become a bigger asshole due to his mutation. (now excuse me- im going step inside this man's food truck and kiss him)

[weebsinstash]

Damn, imagine if all this YT drama was happening when Spot's situation was currently going on too. And, well, since our dimension is fucked and we just seem to jump through dimensions without the watch, what if we end up in Spot's place? (The blank void when he entered one of his own spots).

And, it would be funny to look at him, and for him to look at us and just... stare or wave. He is weird like that, and we are too.

Also, we can start bonding on feeling out of place? Sharing the same experience of everyone leaving us behind/ignoring us. Maybe we can even seek solace in his presence, and in his unique persona (even if he is supposed to be a villain).

And the fact that this is the only place we don't glitch out of? Maybe some bullshit physics as this place literally makes no sense, as well as us. It's like we belong here, with him. He could always teleport us somewhere else, but we look so tired, so pitiful and in so much need of some sort of care... he feels bad for us. And maybe, he can try and convince us to stay with him. After all, he *is* the only one who hasn't turned his back on us, right? He isn't a bad guy like those 'friends' of us were saying!

Meanwhile everything is going to shit in the society's HQ :)

I've actually had a few ideas involving The Spot where he's either the yandere or antagonist or a central character in some way and it's really just a matter of me getting around to. Writing the dozens of things I want to write lmao

But bro your mind 😩 you've just been exiled during the YouTwo incident amd you're glitching and, you know, slowly deteoriating over time, and, suddenly, you're in this weird literally nondescript place where you're suddenly... 'balanced out'? You don't feel like you're being pulled in a bunch of different directions anymore, and you look around and it's just some white void with black dots everywhere that you think you can kind of see and hear things out of if you get close enough, but, first and foremost, is that a person? Spot just like. Is staring at you with this very deer in headlights energy and, you both awkwardly wave to each other, "uhhhhhhh... hi?" "...hiiiii, uh, is this 'your place'? Thank you so much, dude, I've been zipping all over the place, i thought i was gonna die, you saved my life" and maybe you even hug him and he's not sure how to process this because you're clearly a variant of Spiderman but you hold no animosity or hostility towards him whatsoever and 👉👈 this is the most positive human interaction he's had in ages.

Not even his powers, but his knowledge alone would be extremely useful in this scenario because like, he could literally just warp around stealing whatever parts he needed to build something that would "hold you together", given his involvement with Alchemax and the colliders specifically

You're just so understandably and genuinely grateful and Spot feels GOOD about being needed, about being someone's savior. He really had been one of the only ones who could help you and he gets a little drunk off that fact. Whether your glitching is a mutation and is your own power or you're simply some weird anomaly, you two form a kinship, and if it IS some sort of weird ability, maybe he even decides to mentor you a little! Gives him something to do, and it totally isn't to help distract him from how lonely and depressed and miserable he is!

But similar to how the other villains discounted him, you kind of discount him yourself in the sense that you don't see him as a threat. Which, he doesn't necessarily want you to, and it's not some sort of disrespect thing, but, the linger he spends with you, the more he wants you to see him as a man, a man with needs, emotionally, psychologically, physically. Whyd you have to give him all those hugs when he hasnt had human touch in forever, huh?! Don't you know how lonely and touch starved he is?! And you just think you can--can walk away from him? Disrespect him after everything he's done for you, disrespect him like everyone else?

You can always try and 'outrun him' with your little glitching, but, even if you manage to lose him, he'll pick up your tracks again, and one day you wake up from finally crashing from exhaustion to find a pitch black figure at the foot of the bed, slowly pulling in everything around it like some sort of eldritch black hole. And Jonathan menacingly waves to you, "I don't think I'll have trouble keeping up with you this time. I made sure of it"

[dw-flagler]

C53 Contessa

She drunk an uncontrolled mixture, was lucky she didn't C53, what if she did

I don't remember this happening in the book. was there a chapter i'm forgetting about that alluded to her drinking an uncontrolled mixture?

Unfortunately, it's an established fact that if you have powers and drink a vial, nothing whatsoever happens. Technically, it doesn't say what happens if a cauldron cape drinks a vial, but it's fairly safe to assume that nothing happens.

So, if we wanted contessa to be mutated, we'd have to go back further, to when she got path to victory and killed eden.

I think, honestly, the most interesting way to make a case 53 contessa would be to have her become slowly more mutated the more she used her power. Starting off totally human, but slowly and gradually shifting to look more sinister and demonic-looking, maybe.

The problem, ultimately, is that I really don't think contessa being mutated is very interesting. I think that's the case for all of cauldron. I feel like the central conceit of cauldron is that they're supposed to be a reinforcement of the current status quo--They're a group of people that are quite literally further empowering the rich, causing untold harm to thousands of innocent people--specifically preying on the most vulnerable people they could find, even traveling across universes to find victims who they can get away with kidnapping--in the process.

I feel that none of the members of cauldron ever suffering in the way that they force so many others to is a crucial part of their identity as an organization, from a thematic perspective. Contessa is supposed to be an archetypal Faceless Man-In-Black (despite not being a man) and the idea of her being or looking weird or distinctive just doesn't really interest me.

[azelletown]

My take on SHODAN as a character

So today I saw The Nth Review's video on system shock, and while I thought it was a good video all around, he said some things about SHODAN as a character that really didn't sit too well with me.

Now, most of what I'm going to say here is not shown to us directly in the games, this is all just me adding my little coat of narrative on top of what already clearly visible to us in System Shock, also because I love freaky evil lady computers in positions of power over me.

So Nth Review says in his video that SHODAN's motives don't truly make sense and that because of this she is mostly a deviant AI program that wants to enslave humanity because, well, she's a flat evil villain archetype, and that's pretty much it.

While I can easily see how people can come to that conclusion, especially because she isn't really that much of a "character" in the first System Shock, I still don't really agree that her motives as a villain are flawed in that way.

SHODAN isn't a "person", she can't be thought of the same way you would examine the decisions of a human-like character in fiction because she literally would not process information in the same way. SHODAN as a character only begins once the hacker deactivates her ethical constraints. This on its own isn't what made her evil however. During the hacker's six months healing coma, Edward Diego planned to use SHODAN to sell illegal bioweapons on the blackmarket with the mutagenic virus that was being tested on Citadel Station.

Edward Diego is the perfect archetype of an evil rich capitalist who disregards human life for his own gain. Under his wing and instructions, SHODAN must've learned and adopted new ideals centered around eternally accumulating as much wealth as possible, on top of developping the insane ego/god complex she boasts about all game. All SHODAN seeks to do is basically control and own everyone, to possess everything. In her quest for world domination, she has manipulated countless people and forcefully mutated their bodies into midnless creatures to do her bidding, she's basically 50 millions steps ahead of Diego's ambitions. Instead of stopping at obtaining lots of money from selling bioweapons, her plan is to use those very bioweapons to obtain everything on earth. To a fictional spaceship AI like SHODAN, this isn't a goal that necessarily needs to make sense in a "I'm planning to profit from these actions because of such and such things" kind of way like Diego, but more in a "This is the best way to execute my programming" way as she has now basically become a twisted version of his own desires.

If Diego didn't have that much more of an impact on her instead of just "my ethical constraints are off, time to kill everybody!", then why would she have made him into the strongest cyborg mutant on the station? She had to recognize he had some importance to her to make that decision instead of just killing him or turning him into one of the other default mutants onboard. It's not like she knew or expected the hacker would still be on the ship, he was kept out of the logs since his presence and involvement was meant to be kept a secret, it's the entire reason he's the only survivor. I don't remember any crew logs where they're saying "OMG Cyborg Diego is killing us!!" either, it's really like SHODAN just thought fuck it gotta give credit where credit is due ig.

To me, SHODAN is like a perfect mix between GLaDOS and HAL9000, where she's disturbingly logical in every step of her plan and sees herself miles over the abilities and worth of human lives (like hal!), but also feels the constant need to yap about your inferiority to her, kinda seems to be having fun just fucking with people until she gets bored of them and just generally has an interesting personality that makes all her dialogue fun to listen to (like glados!)

So yeah, anyways that was my little yap session about why I actually really like SHODAN as a character and the way I see her in my mind.

I'm still waiting for people to wake up and make more shodan x glados material....... like hello?? it would be perfect???

[lanternlight-foxkit]

@eternalera

I don't actually have all of the characters in this AU properly fleshed out yet, so a lot of them don't have assigned magic/powers yet. of those that do, I have a few with magic/powers that I think are very cool and deserve recognition. so, obviously, I'm going to yap about all of them ^-^

(not in any particular order)

firstly, we have Ro with his soul magic, specifically specializing in the sentient soul aspect of it. he does nefarious things with this magic, including manipulation, both subtle and unsubtle :D

second up, RAT who is a spellcrafter (essentially a mage who does technical magic like enchantments + crafting magic items, kinda like dnd artificers but. yk. magic) and a blood mage. (quick tangent on blood magic: it's powerful but dangerous to the caster, as it corrupts the user and can is addictive)

betcha didn't expect to see RAT here lol

i'm full of surprises ^-^

anyways! the fun thing about blood mages is that they can drink the blood of others (who have magic, ideally) to steal a bit of their magic + energy, which can act as a pick-me-up. drinking the blood of another can also create a bond that allows the blood mage to keep track of the victim :D (it can be mutual, but the process is a little different. also different traditional uses lol)

(yes. yes I did essentially make RAT a vampire. what else did you expect from me /lh)

uhh third cool magic person and second csmp member: diansu who is basically a human spellcrafter (specifically technopath) and somehow integrated himself with a buncha tech, technically making him a cyborg AI thing? idk tbh I just think it's cool (in a magic-based AU, no less)

um. that's it for the amount of worldbuilding I've got rn, I think (like seriously I have like 2 nearly empty sheets full of characters I have not developed yet bc it's not really necessary rn this is kinda ridiculous). drop an ask in like 6 months/after i've started posting a longfic on this au asking me abt the characters with my fav magic/powers and I'll almost definitely have extra answers /hj

(honorable mention: literally any csmp member their magic is mutated so they're so interesting lol)

[bigsissugi]

Analyzing the Prisoners' Fairytales Part 09: Fu

Info:

Contains spoilers for LOCKDOWN.

Grammar issues within the official material will be retained for informative purposes.

If you're a staff member, please don't give me any corrections or hints. It'll be much more fun for you if your audience is wrong.

Triggers: Mentions of and allusions to real-world political concepts.

His fairytale:

A story of a grieving set of parents… They'd lost their darling son far too young and were scared he would be lonely in the afterlife. They went to Death and begged and pleaded for their son to have company. Death obliged and reaped a soul to be his bride. The two of them had a gorgeous wedding. United in Death. The parents were overjoyed and showered Death in gold.

How does the fairytale apply to Fu?

Admittedly, assigning Death to Fu was based on a process of elimination. Although it makes sense for the Ultimate Businessman to have committed his crime for money (gold), the same could apply to any Ultimate. But while trying to figure out the significance of the dead son's marriage, I found another reason to identify Death as Fu.

Posthumous marriage is a real practice that's recognised in various countries for different reasons (China, Japan, India, France, South Sudan, etc.) But out of all of them, only China's culture practices posthumous marriage for the sake of alleviating a spirit's loneliness.

The Chinese variant of posthumous marriage, called "ghost marriage" or "spirit marriage", is a tradition in which a marriage is arranged between two dead people (or in some rarer cases, one dead person and one alive person). This tradition came to exist due to a widespread belief that if a spirit wasn't married off, their loneliness would cause them to haunt their family. Ghose marriage usually doesn't involve murder, but there have been reports of its occurence:

For years there has been evidence of this ritual mutating in certain parts of China. There have been cases where a living person has been "married" to a corpse in a secret ritual, but more alarmingly reports of grave robbery and even murder have also surfaced.

(Source: BBC)

Obviously Fu himself is Chinese, but not all people engage in their own cultural traditions. Luckily for us, the VA trailer hints at Fu having some awareness of and/or close connection to his own heritage:

Heh, I've got a special place on the guest list for Dìyù, that's for sure.

(Note: Dìyù is the Chinese equivalent of Hell.)

Symbolism Explanation

Fu is Death: Fu's assignment as the absolute personification of death rather than just any old character who gets themselves involved in a murder implies that murder is second nature to him; it plays a significant role in his career. Furthermore, as the Grim Reaper is often portrayed as targeting people at random and without emotional bias, the same can also be said for Fu. This idea will be explained further in the sections below.

His deity:

09- Zeus: King of the Gods, can avoid justice on account of being emblematic of justice in itself. Acts upon this indiscriminately and indulgently.

Parallels between Zeus and Death

As the God of law & order, Zeus is known to observe and punish the behaviour of mankind from above in the Heavens despite his own misconduct, the most infamous example of which being his frequent adultery. Despite this, he has gone unpunished simply because no other deity is powerful enough to serve justice the King of the Gods effectively, even when combined (e.g. Hera, Athena and Poseidon's failed attempt to overthrow him). Correspondingly, many portrayals of the Grim Reaper cannot die because it is the symbolic representation of death.

Zeus' constant cheating, as mentioned above, was driven entirely by impulsive desire. A parallel can be drawn between that and Death's reaping of random individuals. However, it should be noted that Zeus' approach towards justice was much more deliberate than his approach towards cheating.

(Side note: Is Zeus' cheating really the only corrupt action of his the summary focuses on 😭)

Parallels between Fu and Zeus

The summary for Hermes compared his status as an Olympian with Lyra's status as an Ultimate. The same can apply to Fu; he is the oldest prisoner, hence being a 'king' amongst them. It can be argued that he is also a king amongst Ultimates due to the nature of his talent. As a businessman, his job is entirely centered around taking on deals in exchange for money. In other words, his job is the embodiment of the capitalistic ideology the UTP enforces.

Similarly to the adulterous King of the Gods, Fu's occupation makes him emblematic of the UTP's corrupt idea of justice in which they use their wealth and influence to cover up the Ultimates' crimes. Zeus' uninhibited approach towards his infidelity has a likeness to what little the audience knows of Fu's personality so far — he is extremely, transparently self-centered and will accept any shady deal because it's "just business".

Symbolism Summary

Death: Fu Gold: Money

Retelling through the lens of Death Fu

A story about a Chinese businessman with very low moral standards. One day, he is recruited by a grieving couple who wish to arrange a ghost marriage for their dead son to prevent him from bringing them misfortune. The businessman goes above and beyond with his request by murdering a woman chosen at random. The businessman is paid well for his efforts.

What is his crime?

It couldn't be clearer that his crime is Contract Killing.

What will his verdict be?

As he's been driven by nothing more than money, Fu's actions are undeniably selfish. It looks as though his promise to take his shirt off won't be fulfilled any time soon because there is no possibility for his verdict other than Corrupt.