I need codependent Danny/Jason as a little treat (for me) and I love the idea of them having some sort of instant connection the moment they meet (bc ghost stuff idk)
Danny who's been dropped in Gotham with no way home (alt universe??) and he's been here for 36 hours and having a Very bad time senses a liminal being and immediately latches onto them heedless of the fact that his new best friend is shooting at some seedy guys in an alley and goes off about how stressed he is and how he can't make it back to the ghost zone and what a bad day he's been having (and it's important to note Danny is a littol ghost boy literally hanging off of Jason's neck as he floats aimlessly) and Jason is like "who are you??" And Danny is like "oh sorry I'm Danny lol" and then just continues lamenting his woes
And honestly ? This might as well happen. Nothing about this Danny guy(is he human?) gives Jason a bad vibe and tbh he's never felt more calm and level headed before so he just keeps up his usual Red Hood patrol and doesn't even think about it when he heads back to a safehouse and feeds Danny dinner (breakfast) before crashing for half the day
The only thing I actually need is Jason meeting up with the bats for some sort of Intel meeting and they're like "uhhh who's that" and Jason is like "that's Danny." And does not elaborate (very ".... What do you have there?" "A smoothie" vibes)
And it takes them a while to realize that these two have known each other for less than 12 hours and are literally attached at the hip
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Any more random Soul or other such Lore you’d like to share with us that you’ve come up with but can’t fit in the comic anywhere?
GET READY TO READ. Chara Timeline Lore!!!
Also take all of this as soft cannon. Most, if not all, will not be showing up in the comic (or at least in this amount of detail). And the comic does not need this information to make sense.
These book entries are from an in-universe source.
I hope you enjoyed the world building :> Again this is mostly all for fun!
4th Wall Break Time!
- Humans are completely oblivious to the fact “soul entities” are humans themselves. Their little heads would probably pop if they truly knew. So don’t tell them!
- Monsters are still made of dust in my AU, but they are more physical than their Undertale counterparts, only slightly…
- Both Humans and Monsters cannot do magic freely. They would need to go through extensive training to get…a Wizard license! :O
- It’s strange, but the Monsters seem more human than the actual humans in this world…huh…
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Danny’s in Gotham living as a regular civilian or even just a literal tourist.
He’s out late after getting a burger from Batburger and in an attempt to get back to where he’s staying faster he cuts through a few alley ways with some help from his powers to stay safe.
One of the bat fam hears something from an empty looking alley and shines a flashlight in it, directly into the face of a exhausted looking teenager.
Danny, because high powered light in the eyes hurt, hisses in pain, and then runs away after seeing who just attempted to blind him. Because they’re a Bat and Danny really doesn’t want to deal with Batman.
The next morning the GPD issues a warning about a suspected vampire with a described appearance that matches Danny’s a bit too much.
Danny may have forgotten his eyes shine like a cats and that the red Batburger sauce ended up on his shirt… and that he has fangs.
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just had the though of John and Arthur having one of them 3 am talks and discussing what it's like to live in a human body and John doesn't quite grasp not being aware of all your various parts and organs all the time and Arthur has to explain that humans CAN be aware of certain things to an extent but thinking too hard about it or suddenly being made aware of it is VERY unpleasant
Cue John making a game of finding quiet moments when Arthur's least expecting it and just
"Hey Arthur?"
"Hm?"
"...Dont think about how your skin feels over your flesh."
Followed by Arthur fucking full body grimacing and yelling at John to "fucking STOP THAT" and John cackling like a baritone bog witch because no it never gets old even if he does it at LEAST once a week
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Spot the difference!
They made a convincing try, but they're certainly just a bit wrong. Maybe outdated or rather... working with only the starter model and a few adjustments?
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My grandpa was one of the last to work for La Forestal. They came to the Argentine Chaco to extract tannin from the quebracho tree. He tells me that every time a huge quebracho was cut down, it fell on the new little trees, not giving the forest time to grow back. A job from sun to sun, on lands stolen from the native peoples of the Chaco, who, along with criollos and immigrants, were also forced into gangs to cut down trees so hard that broke down axes, with trunks meters in diameter, to be pulverized in sweatshop factories and sent as tanin podwer to European industries. La Forestal did not pay you in pesos; you had a coin (my grandpa still has his, it says "Obrero N° 14"), which you presented at the company store, and they gave you whatever (food, booze) they cared to give you, or what they said they had; after all, as my grandfather says, if you didn't know how to read or write, how would you know you were getting less than they said?
And if you went on strike? And if you formed a union? And if you wanted to resist, like the indigenous peoples did? Some boys with a blood-red cap, the Cardenales, criminals taken from prison, would come and kill you, in broad daylight if you were striking, in the middle of the forest if you were alone. Many books tell about hacheros yelling one last long sapucai before killing themselves, because they couldn't stand it anymore.
Who were the owners of this terrible company? English. In the La Forestal HQ in the north of Santa Fe, a beautiful mansion (I understand that it is now a ruin) while the workers lived in mud huts with roofs of palm leaves, every day, the Union Jack was hoisted over Argentine soil, and of course, at five o'clock it was tea time, while all the tannin, loaded on barges and on railways worked by Argentines but owned by the British, went to Europe, and the wealth, of course, to London.
My grandfather lived through the last of this. Perón already came by that time, with worker's rights, unions, rural schools and clinics, the nationalization of railways... Nevertheless, he still had to hunt to eat and work from a young age at the machines of the company, as the company was leaving the country and couldn't even bother to pay a pittance to its workers. It eventually closed most of its operations and came into Argentine hands. But don't think it was because the English had a change of heart. They just found a better source of tannin, the acacias in their African colonies. God knows what crimes they committed there, if this is what they did in the territory of a 'sovereign' country.
And this is the side of the story I know. I cannot yet speak for all the territories the British owned in the Patagonia, some of which are still owned by English millionaries today. Don't come to tell me that the poor innocent English had nothing to do with the genocide that was done to the indigenous peoples in this country.
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Can you purple this
Ị̶̖̉͑͌͜ ̷̛̦͇̊͆͂ṭ̵̀̔̐h̵̨̥̱̘͔͓̅̿͐̈͛ì̸̫̖͉̺͔̟̏͋͘͘͝ņ̷͉̥̳̹̊͐͂͜k̶̛̜͕̓̈́̐ ̶̛͖̳̝̎̅̑͊͠y̴̲͋̌͛̀͒̀ő̶̮̫͆͒͗ų̵̣̮̭̅̄̔ ̸̧̧͈̜̦͠ȧ̷̝͖́͆s̸̮̳̓̒͊̊́k̶̺̠̈́̆̑͐̃̚ê̸̹̞̞̠̪͑ḑ̶̗̙̋͜͠ ̵̤̮̐̾͒͗t̷͚̾͊̉h̶̢̗͙̻̫͔̐̎͘͝͝ȩ̷͉͎̅̐̀̃̏ͅ ̶̨͖͕̮̔͋w̸̮̦̭̋̎͘r̷̯͙̺͆͌̓͊ő̴̭̜͖͋͑̂̓ͅņ̴̡͍̰̌̅͊̂g̵̺̜̬̘̪̃̈́̅̆͒̔ ̸̪̓͘ͅp̶̧͇̲̼̄̆̈̀̇͝ͅa̴̡̰͚̳͆͋̕i̴̧̛̭͉͍̼̠̍̾n̸͉̎́̌̓t̷̫͇͖̣̩̀̈́͌ͅë̸͖̩̫͖̼r̵̯̱̫͒̈́̐̈́͐̎,̵̺̫̺̱̫͒̚ ̷͔͙̥͎̭̔͒̈́͗̔b̷̢̨͙́̍͋͐̚û̵̖͈̤͇̦̋̆̏̃̃͜t̴͙̪̦̜̲̀ ̶͚̔̎̀͝I̵̊͐͜'̸͎̭͍̓̈͜l̴͖̝͙̣̽̽̓̊̇̈́ͅļ̶̢̛̼̩̞͕̊̚ ̶̱̰̝̍s̵͇̯͠ṱ̸̅̐̽͆̀i̶͇͊͒̊l̶̨̹̖̲̎̾͜l̶̬̲̻͓̅͛͋̈́͂͜ ̸̢̞̼̼̟̐d̵͓̼̟̯̅o̴̬̻͌̉͘͘ ̵͍̓̂͆̚͝ͅĩ̴̛̬̼͍̬͇̣͘͠t̵̬̗͍̀̈́̿͋́͝,̸̗̦̰̋͊̉̽̚ ̵̛̭͇̟͆̚͝j̶̭͗̃͋͐ȗ̶̯͖̮ş̴̤̺̗̃t̷̞̍́ ̴̡̬̊͛̄̄g̶̲͉̦͖͖̒̚͝͝o̴̘̖̦͑̍́̀̈́͋ͅt̸͕͇͒̎͘͘t̶͓̣̝̱̠͙̐̓ạ̵̦̕ ̴̘͉̟̄͘͜g̷̳̖̾̑̎̋̚͠ͅo̴̡̓̋́̐̚͝ ̶̧̛̠̓́̈͝s̵̨̭̘͛́̕͘͜͝ţ̴̫̣̤̣̝̈ę̴͉͓̥̤̉̀̓͝͝a̴͉̪͙̮͇̳͆ļ̵̢̹̠̋̉ ̵̡͍̞̯͖͈̐͂̕p̴̜̌̉̕ǘ̴̥̮̟͉̲͌̈́͘ṛ̴͈̞͈̯̽̋̈̓̋p̴̥̖̽̽̋ļ̷̤̼̽͝ͅę̵͇͈̘͗̚ͅs̷̞̬̱̖͙̱̃̄́ ̶̢̧̼͔̑͜p̸̥͙͈̪̆ã̵̧̹̰̲̰̫̓̐́i̶̡͈͓̙͐n̷̻̼̏̓̍̆͌t̴̳̋̌͊́͛b̴̰̳̮̜͔̎r̷̬̖͌͛̔͗̐̈ų̷̻͇͚̻̏̆̍̎͘ͅs̴̮̄͐h̵̖̞̮̱͛́̏̿̇ ̴͓̠͂́̿̒͝r̵̩̠̱̮̰̍̈́͘e̶̤̮̹̲̰͋̏̆̒̚å̸̼̝̟̈l̵̨̠̳͔̖̈́̊ ̴̨͕̫̈́̒̍̑q̵̢̺̯̽͂̈u̵̢͎̭̻̒̅i̸̳̪̹̾͒̀c̴̖̦͕͚̈́͑̀̍k̴̹̖̞̭̭̀̐̋̚͝
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a rough idea of how victim (original/2007) got victim (2019) out
yeahhhh that's right, there's actually another victim and i! want! to! talk! about! him!!!!! (with that being said sorry for all the text skdhsbnxnd)
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