The cult of...Danny Fenton?
So! Way back when Danny first moved into his new neighborhood in Gotham, he had some trouble controlling his Powers. The different Types and Levels of Ectoplasm in the air when compared to Amity had thrown off his control.
He was used to being in places where his Ectoplasm meshed well with the Atmosphere, like a Water Balloon in a Pool, but in Gotham that analogy would be closer to a Water Balloon in the sewers. It was too different from what he was used to to fully control his Powers.
So it's understandable that he messed up a few times and his neighbors found out about his Abilities.
They took it well at first, Danny wasn't going to go Rogues or anything, and he never used them maliciously, but eventually they got curious.
They asked what his limits were, how he got them in the first place, and what the hell the Ghost Zone was. The answers "None Really", "I died and was reborn", and "A Collective of every Afterlife at once" did spark some interesting reactions from them.
Most importantly, a few of them joked about him being an Eldritch God that they needed to worship. He was good enough friends with them that at that point they felt comfortable pranking eachother, so they did just that.
Danny woke up one day on his birthday, and saw all of his friends and neighbors surrounding the makeshift Throne they had made and put him on while he was asleep. The entire day they chanted stuff like "The Great One requires Ms. Smiths Apple Pie for his day of birth!" And "The Great One Wishes for us to sing the Ritual Song! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birth-"
After his birthday, they kept up the joke.
It didn't help that his powers had evolved Again! And now he could bestow abilities onto his friends. The jokes they made about their God granting them Supernatural Powers to rule the world with were insufferable.
Then, one day while he was just resting at home, watching a movie on his TV, he felt a Pull at his Core. The same kind of Pull whenever he was being summoned. But why would they summon hi- Oh Shit! It's Mr Jenkins Party today! He was supposed to meet them at the Warehouse they used for special events an Hour Ago!
He quickly accepted the Summoning, but was met with a suprising sight. His Neighbors all tied up in a pile to his right, a spilled table of party food to his left, and right in front of him, Batman and his Family watching him with wary eyes.
Slowly, he opened his mouth. "...so, did you come for the party or..."
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There’s something terribly poetic in the inevitability of events in EPIC. The choices Odysseus is given lead to no win situations. They aren’t really choices at all.
Kill a foe’s child or witness the death of your own. Sacrifice six men or sacrifice them all. Allow your crew to starve or watch as they slaughter sacred cattle.
Sacrifice your friends, your brothers, or give up your last chance at reaching home.
In the end, the result is always the same. He destroys himself
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Today on Donuts and Dogs we encountered a large dog with a muzzle in a group with a few other dogs on the trail. I didn’t initiate anything but the dog came up and rubbed so aggressively affectionately on us that we had to pet him.
I offered that I’ve seen dogs muzzled to prevent them eating rocks as a roundabout question. His mom sighed and said he has to wear it because otherwise he eats marijuana.
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my favorite somewhat underrated jarchivist moments
“a COMPLAINT? i could just as easily COMPLAIN about her WASTING MY TIME”
“before i address the central point of this statement, namely the question of…. whether the sky can eat people .”
melanie: “i should have known this was a COMPLETE waste of my time”
jon: “probably 🙄”
“you don’t seem like you’re in your fifties?? or- or burnt to a crisp”
“you’re serious? you’re going on a date with… the dullard of skull mountain just so you have an excuse to eat a shopska salad?”
“another startling insight from the piercing investigative mind of georgie barker”
“WHAT is my metaphorical pit???”
melanie: “i mean it’s not like you have any reason to kill me”
jon: noncommittal sound
martin: “melanie seems okay but i get the feeling she’s planning something?”
jon: “i- i got that feeling. Too.”
“so. kidnapped. Again.”
“like colors, but if colors hated me. got it. christ i need a cigarette.”
“MARTIN. STOP trying to TOUCH the PLASTIC EXPLOSIVE. just PUT YOUR HANDS in YOUR POCKETS or SOMETHING-”
basira: “so would you say this was supposed to be churchill or alfred hitchcock?”
jon: “jowls like that, could be either”
“coma! great! let’s rearrange his office! sleeping people don’t need. pens!”
“police brutality lawsuit? :)”
[picture of edwardian offense] “I what?”
daisy: “it’s a joke, jon.”
jon: “oh! hAha! yes.”
“i mean you’re not suggesting that santa works for the people’s church..”
long-suffering sigh “fuck.”
“i’m starting to feel a little. Self Conscious being a post apocalyptic google !”
martin: “did it stir any feeling in you?”
jon: “Yes! Nausea! Because of the Horrible Things In It!”
“Yes the Colossal Web stretching down into an Endless Pit is a Significant improvement😑”
“‘free will’ she says, as we stand in the middle of her FUCKING WEB”
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