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HERES WHY YOU SHOULD VOTE GOD ON THE ORIGINAL CHARACTER TUMBLR FIGHT.
I'M NOW GONNA GIVE YOU A LIST OF WHAT THINGS MAKE HIM LIKEABLE AND WHY HE SHOULD WIN.
1- HE'S A MAD SCIENTIST
A FUN THING ABOUT GOD IS THAT AFTER YEARS OF BEING TRAPPED IN A LOOP OF ENDLESS DEATH HE FOUND A FUN WAY TO PASS TIME, AND BY THAT I MEAN MAKING CREATURES IN THE LAB.
TO THIS DAY HE HAS CREATED A WORM OFF A STRING, A FLUFF BALL, SOME SORT OF RECTANGLE AND! THE MOST IMPORTANT CREATION! HIS KID! LUCI!
HE ALSO HAS A HUSBAND, THEY MET IN THE WORMHOLE WHERE AN HOUR AFTER MEETING HIM HE GAVE HIS HUSBAND TOP SURGERY. THEY LOVE EACHOTHER VERY MUCH.
2- HES PATHETIC.
AND I DONT MEAN IT IN THE "OOOU POOR GUY" WAY, HE IS PATHETIC, THE KIND OF SMOKES A BLUNT AND GETS SO SO SO SCARED.
HE'S ALSO INCREDIBLY SHORT, BEING 5'2 AND ALMOST ALL (except two) OF HIS CREWMATES TOWER OVER HIM. MEANING HE ALSO GETS BULLIED.
3- SURPRISE! HES A FATHER OF TWO!
TURNS OUT THAT HAVING ONE KID WASNT ENOUGH! NOW HES GOT A DEMIGOD CHILD THAT HE FOUND ON A POCKET DIMENTION.
-4 SURPRISE! HES GOT NO CHILDREN ANYMORE. (for a bit)
IT DOESNT MATTER HOW MUCH HE LOVES HIS FAMILY, HES BOUND TO LOOSE THEM ALL.
FIRST HE LOSES HIS HUSBAND AND FIRST CHILD BY BEING TRANSPORTED TO ANOTHER WORMHOLE, HE'S GOT NO CHANCES OF TALKING TO THEM OR CONTACTING THEM ANYMORE.
HE'S COMPLETELY ALONE AND WITH NO WAY OF KNOWING IF THEYRE DOING FINE.
THATS WHEN HE GETS ATTACHED TO ONE OF HIS CREWMATES, AND EVEN IF IT MIGHT HAVE STARTED AS A WAY OF REPLACING HIS ORIGINAL CHILD HE ALSO STARTS TO THINK OF THEM AS HIS OWN.
PROBLEM IS THAT THEY'RE STILL ON A DEATH SHIP, SO THIS ISNT GOING TO LAST, SK GETS THROWN OUT THE AIRLOCK, LEFT TO DIE ALONE IN SPACE WITH NO ONE TO COMFORT THEM.
GOD FINDS THEM AND TRIES TO HELP BUT HES TOO LATE, THERES NOTHING HE CAN DO NOW.
5- WOMEN LOVE HIM!
WHILE ON THE WORMHOLE HE MEETS A REALLY ATTRACTIVE WOMAN WHO HAS A VERY CLEAR CRUSH ON HIM! HE DOES NOT CARE, AT ALL, HE'S TOO BUSY THINKING ABOUT HIS HUSBAND.
(art made by my friend)
6- MOVING SHIPS KIND OF AFFECTED HIM
WHILE HE WAS ON THE ORIGINAL SHIP HE WAS COCKY, MEAN AND A BIT INSANE (he still is)!
THIS ENTIRE DEMEANOR CHANGED THE SECOND HE MOVED SHIPS, NOW HES SCARED 24/7 ALL THE TIME.
HE CRIES, HE WEEPS AND HE SINGS SONGS HE USED TO DEDICATE TO HIS HUSBAND TO PASS THE TIME.
7-HES FULLY HUMAN!
HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN BORN OUT OF THE GROUND LIKE A POTATO BUT HES GENETICALLY 100% HUMAN, NOTHING ELSE IN THERE! NUH UH!
8- HES. HES GOT THE BIGGEST BREASTS ON THE ENTIRE SHIP (i'm being held at gunpoint)
10- HE CAN ALSO DO A CARTWHEEL! THINK OF THAT WHEN VOTING. (this is a lie, hes not flexible at all.)
11- HES GOT A GREAT MUSIC TASTE.
GO LOOK AT HIS PERSONAL PLAYLIST OF THINGS HE WOULD LISTEN TO
OR TO THE ONE THATS JUST HIM AS A CHARACTER
OR TO HIS OLD ONE
Complementary god jerma pose as a way to end the post.
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Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)
Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.
Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.
Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.
A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.
It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.
The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.
No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?
That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.
They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.
And then it was all gone.
The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.
The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.
Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.
A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.
A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.
A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.
Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.
Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.
A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.
But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.
Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.
None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.
"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."
Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.
"Did that just-"
The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.
The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.
Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.
"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."
"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"
Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.
It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.
"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."
A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.
No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.
Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?
The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.
He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.
An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.
"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."
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I'm stressing about the US elections. And I'm not even there.
I cannot possibly overstate the importance of voting for Kamala Harris. If you guys fumble this, it's over.
And it will have catastrophic consequences for all of us.
I can't believe this is even a fucking debate.
Why on fuck's green earth are there people discouraging others from voting Kamala? I'm actually laughing in despair.
Are we really going to discuss Kamala's faults when your only other option is motherfucking goddamn Donald Trump?
What do you not understand about how racist, sexist, homophobic, narcissistic, disgusting that convicted felon is?
Do you want him anywhere near office?
No?
Then shut the fuck up.
Edit: Coming back a few days later, I feel it's important to clarify that discussing Kamala's faults, contrary to how I came off in the above post, is okay.
I honestly didn't realize how much I made it seem as if saying anything remotely critical of her is some kind of crime.
What I actually take issue with is the people who criticize her while coming from a "don't vote for her" perspective.
She is not beyond criticism.
But if Trump makes it then both the people who live in the US and the people who are fighting for their lives in Palestine will all be a trillion times worse off.
Not to mention any possible ripple effects his potential election will have to the rest of us.
Also, a friendly reminder that "I'm not voting" is an incredibly privileged take.
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