#flesh removal

[stump-not-found]

Communion.

[polarsirens]

rot, waste, and hunger

[mipexch]

heed heaven’s call, one way or another

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC ramble: Types of power

Now, in this particular fandom, there’s a tendency to make an OP Danny

That’s a neutral statement, a lot of people just happen to like and post OP Danny

For the most part, not my taste but it can be fun in some contexts, but overpowered Danny isn’t my default

Now, Danny is physically strong. His abilities are combat focused and he can hold his own in a fight. He probably has a little less physical strength than you’d think since he uses gravity nullification to lift heavy things, but it’s impressive regardless. He has a goodly variety of offensive and defensive abilities that make him formidable is a fight

But the strongest characters in DC aren’t necessarily strong in that way

Superman is physically very strong, incredibly powerful, but he’s still nowhere near the level of the actual strongest characters, because their power is a very different type

Like I’m talking reality manipulation, omniscience, abilities that involve power over people’s very souls (and a ghost is a human soul) and where they end up. Psychopomps and some much more. I’m talking about beings that can mold the flesh of humans to remove something like a cancer and repair damage with barely a thought

And they’re mainly held in check by rules, mostly just being polite, sometimes Divine laws

This is a type of power Danny is not equipped to handle

It’s a very different game than Danny is playing. He can physically throw down, he might have an army if it’s Ghost King AU, but this is “can kill you with a literal snap and the snap is just for dramatic effect” territory

Danny is playing high school American football, these characters are playing Professional soccer aka what every other country calls football

It’s a very different game, and if he’s trying to play with them, he’s going to struggle

And that’s fine, he can still be OP and not be playing on the same field as Lucifer, or the Spectre, or various demon lords and so on, because it’s a different kind of power

But just arbitrarily saying he’s more powerful really undersells why they are powerful. Being able to punch good is not the same as a character that can just send him to the afterlife. Someone being able to reshape Danny’s body at their will isn’t going to be concerned about his ecto blasts

A Tuna is a big fish, but the ocean is VAST and DEEP

All this to say you’d have to drastically alter Danny’s actual power set to make him able to compete, otherwise you’re just de-powering the actual strongest characters, which is less impressive since it missed the point of WHY they were strong

Just because you can solve a sheet of math problems doesn’t mean you’re going to be able to ace a three page essay on the poetry of Keats

This has been my thoughts on the matter, be sure to grab a souvenir from the gift shop

Also just going to sneak this in:

Danny should probably be more concerned about magic users

Magic clearly can affect him, just look at the Freak Show incident from season one, that’s not even getting into the reality gauntlet. Now add in the fact that there’s a variety of magic items/artifacts in DC and a slew other of magic uses and occultists that can summon and bind ghosts, spirits, and demons to do their bidding

Danny is firmly in the category of beings that magic specifically deals with, he should probably be a bit more concerned about magic users

[ineed-to-sleep]

*me immediately after going through a terrifying and traumatic experience* haha yeah I guess it was rough but I'm fine now like I'm totally chill. It was kinda funny actually if you think about it

[chiropteracupola]

Hi I am Exceedingly Curious about leg theory but tumblrs search function is the only search bar that exclusively shows you things that AREN'T what you're looking for. May I have a link to an explanation of Leg Theory?

leg theory is the brainchild of the excellent and esteemed @catilinas and in short it is A Collection of Thoughts regarding Seafaring, Identity, Curses and Rituals, Sacrifice, and a Significant Leg Injury or Incident!

notable incidences of leg theory include: odysseus when scar on leg, john franklin's / thomas blanky's / ???'s legs in the terror, john silver's leg in treasure island & black sails, a good 45% of what's going on in moby dick, and that time my dad fell through a hatch on a sailboat and fractured his tibia in a way that was quite interesting for his character development.

other and perhaps more coherent explanations about leg theory can be found here, here, and here, and for Grasping At The Vibes of When It's Leg, I highly recommend perusing the 'leg theory' tags on either of the fine blogs I have linked!

[ganondoodle]

i am being so brave trying so hard to hold back writing a rant about that 'minimizing narrative noise' comment on totk sage concept art bc its actively flying around in my head like the worlds most annoying fly

[t8oo]

the remake of the prison episod of pt1 in pt4 lacks the most important foundation the narration of the episod is built on imo. Whereas in the pt4 remake lupin explicitely uses the affection zenigata has for him to escape, in pt1 lupin does not understand why zenigata didnt just kill him. He is so unaware of zenigatas budding attachement to him that he chalks it up to zenigata enjoying his humiliation. and there is truth in that tbh. Zenigata does. but his affection takes over during the excruciating year lupin puts him thru, but not by his own design. Lupin thinks hes making zenigata suffer by not escaping and putting zenigata on edge wondering wether hes going to escape or not. Meanwhile zenigata is begging the gods for someone to help lupin escape. In his desire for revenge lupin accidentally succeeds. And when he leaves he is none the wiser as to the actual reasons why zenigata suffered. its wicked. meanwhile the pt4 prison escape is utter fucking bullshit where lupin manages to escape by painting ? a distorted image of himself ? dying ? with the food zenigata cooks him ? be fr. the pt1 ep escape is much more believable. where is the edge. where is the genuine torment where are the deep cuts. where is the mix of hatred and obssessive passion. the utter toxicity. yes the scene where zenigata says that his existence as a detective ends when lupin does is lovely. its also just as frustrating because he lacks the tiny fucking push thats gonna make him realize the reasons why he has attached his entire life around the thief. but its too soft. its not intense enough. its not psychosexual

[gutz-radio]

So

Big news fellas

[wiirocku]

Ezekiel 36:26 (NIV) - I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.

[vipermenace]

Had a dream the other night of Ario 100 years later

It was such a clear image I had to doodle him

[dailykugisaki]

Day ninety-one

Everyday I am low-key thinking about Nobara in the official light novel.

Doodled sumn from it.

[simonsquest]

Below the cut is a scene (and sketch illustration) about Simon and his infant son.

It's a small gift of thanks for @dopearbiterdreamland-blog. I hope you like it! :)

Simon is roused to waking by the sound of their newborn son, Mathieu, crying by their bedside. This is not unusual, but the restless nights were wearing both parents down much faster than either anticipated.

In response, Selena dutifully slips out of their bed, opting to collect their wailing son and move out of the room to grant Simon quiet. Grateful, Simon gives quiet thanks, and tries to go back to sleep.

But it’s challenging to turn off your mind when your child’s cries are so heightened—so loud with distress. Tried as Selena may, she was not able to calm him. Simon couldn’t go back to sleep.

Resigned, he sighs, calloused hands smoothing over his face. The heels of his palms press firmly against his eyes. Nothing to do but get up.

Bed groaning under his weight, Simon moves to drape his legs over its edge. He throws on shirt before standing. When he finally exits their bedroom, he soon finds Selena cradling their boy on the couch in the foreroom.

She looks exhausted, and as if she could burst into tears at any moment. Simon pushes aside his own lethargy and irritation to approach the two.

“Please forgive me for disturbing you, husband,” Selena apologizes, looking up at him. She’s unable to conceal the desperate tears wetting her eyes. “He won’t calm down.”

Simon softens apologetically at the sight of her, and he looks to their wailing son (who by now has screamed himself hoarse.)

Despite being woefully unequipped, Simon tries: “may I hold him?”

Selena nods once before conceding. It’s a gentle hand off: Simon carefully takes their son from Selena’s arms with the greatest care—so, so fragile in his war-torn hands.

Mathieu’s tiny body writhes with discomfort as he wails, and Simon, minding the boy’s head and neck, moves to carefully cradle his son against his chest.

“What has you so troubled, hm?” Simon tries, his voice so warm as he moves to sit beside Selena. His gentle tone betrays his concern, anxiety, and fear as a new parent.

Despite Simon’s efforts, Mathieu does not relent in the slightest.

“You must be so tired,” Simon continues, a careful thumb rubbing over his son’s delicate head. Selena watches in awe at her husband—the father of their child—trying to acclimate to his role.

It was a rare sight. He hardly looked the part—rugged and marred with scars. Surely anyone would think him unsuitable for the task.

But Selena knows Simon Belmont.

She sees his care, and his efforts. Awkward, inexperienced—but she is, too.

She is grateful for his efforts, however imperfect they are.

Simon pushes aside his embarrassment before attempting to hum a simple melody. Notes aren’t quite hit—Simon never had the opportunity to sing, and it’s evident—but Selena watches in awe as he tries.

She has never heard this melody before.

Miraculously, Mathieu calms a little.

“There is no danger in my arms.” Simon whispers, so gentle. “Nothing to fear.” Simon continues in his soft, disarming voice. He leans back into the couch, cradling his boy close to him.

Selena watches in amazement as Mathieu has finally calmed enough that the parents are granted temporary quiet. Adults exchange a breath—as if they can finally breathe again—and Selena looks upon Mathieu cradled against Simon’s chest.

Carefully, she brushes her fingers upon his soft, small cheek as his tired eyes flutter shut. Next, she looks up to Simon, whose eyes have closed. She smiles through her own exhaustion.

“That was lovely.” Selena compliments, voice barely above a whisper. Simon’s eyes open softly in reply, and his glance is elsewhere, unsure how to react to the compliment. But so glad he could help somehow.

It was the first time he felt useful as a parent.

“What was that melody?” Selena asks, still hushed.

“My mother used to sing it to me when I was young.” Simon replies in a whisper, still not looking at her.

Simon has never mentioned his mother before. Selena softens, thoughtful, but chooses not to pry any further.

Simon’s eyes flutter closed again, and he feels Selena move closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Simon shifts slightly to make the trio comfortable.

There the three would sleep.

[glowing-pesticides]

Me when the chronic pain ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow

[solradguy]

My teeth might be yellow, but they are very sharp. Ok good night

[samthehypotheticaldad]

Teacher: *Starts talking about the number of ribs people have*

Me: *Thinking about Jon’s 2 displaced ribs and giggling quietly*