how do you clone a fey? that's trick question; and fey love those!
@the-navistar-carol (<333) brought up a good point while I was talking about my changeling danny au with her -- Dani! How would she exist in this au? Danny's a changeling - a fae. How would Dani, a clone of him, be created? How do you make a fey? Not through any means that Vlad is doing; you can't make a fey through unnatural means, considering the Fair Folk are nature. And Vlad's not a fey himself -- he's a halfa, even if he could make a fey, it's not in his best interest too. He's a powerful ghost, but even the weakest fae can overpower the strongest ghost. He won't want a clone of Daniel to be more powerful than him.
(In a three tier hierarchy it goes Ancients -> Fae/Mythos -> Ghosts. They all live in the Infinite Realms, but on different Planes. The fae live above the Ghost Zone in the Fey Wild, while the Mythos live beside the Wilds or down in the ghost zone depending on where they are. Places like the Frozone, the Athens Acropolis, and other such large islands climb throughout all three Planes.)
(While Ghosts can travel into the Fey Wild, its generally advised against as the ectoplasm tends to manifest differently there due to close contact magic. It can make it rather disorientating for a ghost, and as human spirits, the Fae living there would jump them faster than they could blink. So unless you're willing to play mind games with 'steal thy name eat thy face' fae, most ghosts keep out of the way of the Wilds. Fey can travel down into the Ghost Zone, they just don't bother.)
That's of course, not taking into account if Vlad even knows Danny's a fae himself. Vlad doesn't ring me as someone who really cares much about ghost culture or the going ons of the GZ. He might be aware that fae exist, but the moment he realizes he can't use them for personal gain he just doesn't bother with them. The risk is greater than the reward, and he'd rather not get eaten. But lets assume he's aware by now that Danny is fey, and has to take that into account while cloning him.
So, how does Dani exist? Good question! Honestly; i'm not sure. She might not exist at all, or if she does, she's more halfa than fey. Vlad would need a lot of human dna and ectoplasm to balance out all that fae magic. He manages to steal DNA from Jack and Maddie to do it, and since Jack's fey ancestry is very dormant its much easier to use alongside Danny's DNA.
In turn, it results in a little girl whose more human-ghost hybrid than clone. With that little extra boost in fey magic making her not a fey, but still relatively powerful. Dani is less of a clone and more of a lab-grown little sister. It's a rather tedious, complex process that has Vlad tearing his hair out trying to figure out. But he does eventually figure it out.
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anything i see anything new on dc's bat-family it makes me wanna scream "WHAT THE FUCK'S THE MATTER WITH YA" and go after them yelling "FUCK OFF"
(not that bad actually. i'm pretty chill inside most of the time. i'm not what i used to be. a lot of it is performative, but a luke warm attitude towards something you have to say doesn't invoke passion, or anythign exciting that'd make anyone want to read it. not that many do anyways)
so many years of this and none of them get better. it's like it's trying to be pathetic
all those years of things you can research to be sure you get it right, and you fuckers couldn't be arsed to get your ass in gear and make sure all these fans that left have something to go back to?
now this dc server discord. my gosh, i don't think we're seeing the blue skies again. they're catering to a small pond of people, a wee group consisting of those that read panels, and pal around with fan fics and mash-ups that they created and pondered
not the stuff that had plenty of real people going out to the shops and ordering comics, that made them have a love and respect for the medium to the point they were fine calling themselves a fan back when it wasn't right in a cool kind of way in the eyes of many
now they're comics, it's not that serious. whoc ares that much in the end
and i guess i'll never seem like i'm not overreacting a touch
but comics used to tell stories that attached themselves to people's hearts and made them be seen and held, like finally i got something that i respond to
now it's who can rip off the fandom the best, and it's so easy to get content of the same marginal quality on AO3, and fan comics that don't need to blessing of bastard DC Comics
it's sensational the passion people can have despite that, whether or not it's for me. but all those hundreds of thousands of people missing a piece of their prior enjoyment because the 5 stan opinions repeated at nauseum is all anyone important at the writers station (not a real thing, i just mean writers) at the company is making them thing "ah yes, we're doing all right by them"
no you didn't, fucker, you scared the rest away with all the nonsense
now if you want more money you gotta try to earn them back
they think it's hopeless and practically pointless because comics are a dying medium, but they don't have to be. i'm sure it'll never to go back to what it once was, but you can still at least try to have a legacy as a writer that means something to people
when we used to have guys back in the day that could go and fuck around writing stories about peter parker's love life that didn't have much action that you would think the typical reader would desire, that could still effect someone in a way that had them stop and think about themselves, because a fraction of wisdom was hidden in it
now you get characters botched, bastardized, and secretly killed and replaced by those with the same names, and they can't even muster the sense to care. because someone laughed at a character being drawn at the wrong height, or another had a good reaction from people that didn't know the character as they thought they were writing their big magnum opus blockbuster for them
and i don't expect perfection, or the good old days to be possible to back to because they're the old days for a reason
but theirs's still the possibility and ability to go back and figure out the lost art of product control, and ravenous quality that can seep into people's spirits and give them a passion to constantly go back to issue after issue, giving your damn funky company a proper profit that means anything
no there they go ripping off little jimmy on twitter, stan account number 55, who's repeating what their pal jessica said on tumblr about bat-family member that got designated trope number 782 on the list, and that got the writer believing they did a job well done
you can do more
they're all just people, and i admire the fact they got to where they are. bless them for all the accomplishments they have. i can't take that way from them. but i'm also just a person who has what he has to say, and i think there's more to these writers then even they give themselves credit for
whining when people rightfully criticize your poor characterization and (even that's rare given the standards of today's comic fandom population) because it's your interpretation, when that's not how interpretation works
my man the money, and legacy you could create for yourself by doing the job, and research, and making something that actually comes across as a product worth buying could make you name live on for years after your death
comics aren't a large, marginally important industry, that all writers strive to join, but they're a passionate bunch that can make your legacy last for years to come
instead you'd rather sit on the bottom of a barrel being like everyone else typing out the same crap in 5 minutes a junior high student could in 2
batman has made billions of dollars from the excellence of others
and they'd rather sit down and take, what's not even a lot of money given that it's comics, and accept it, then make somethings of themselves, and perhaps with enough lucky make the company and business worth something again
there's no point in not trying
all they'd do is get more out of it with a bit of trying and effort, and passion and metaphorical sweat put into it
why should i read Tim Drake: Robin that can't even remember how Tim would talk about Damian right, and can't be fucked to not make his boyfriend look like a generic twink instead of himself, when i could go back and read something from about a decade before my own birth when it was good (if written by a massive fucker)
i've spent nearly a decade on and off criticizing comics, mainly dc and the bat-family, look at my blog name, it's 'ThatTimDrakeGuy' (yes that's how i personally spell it, with the capitalization), and all i've found are holes and tears in it since i've began back in 2015 when Rebirth was only news and headlines
and i've yet to see things get better when i read some classics and became aware at what was, and what could be
nonsense that people with enough passion to get their asses in gear to get the job and the assignments, with plenty of talents, especially the artists, my goodness regardless if they can remember what characters like tim or damian, and sometimes even easy to remember ass jason todd look like, they still have impressive skill, ability, and talent, that far surpases what the majority of the population on the whole planet can do
so it's not that they can't do it
it's that they don't try
often they try the opposite for quick cheap rewards, in the form of twitter stan brownie points "LOOK THEY HUGGED" "LOOK THEY'RE CRYING" "LOOK HE'S SO SHORT" regardless if that's thhe character, it makes sense, the story needs it, or it'll be remembered in years to come
give me and others a reason to come back
otherwise dc might as well die, which i hate to say, and don't mean all the way because of the jobs that would lose
but how else can i verbalize the general feeling and sensation it gives me, when all of that effort goes to waste with medicore at best products that won't be recalled months from now by any amount of peopel that's substantial?
you could go and be a legend in the field, or another turd in the bucket that's about to fly away in the wind to never be seen 'til their next splatty mess
quite sad and i hate it
and shit, with so many people acceptint it, and talking it up, the idea i can't even see a character i used to enjoy look like themselves at times is a wee miserable
how stupid is that when you think on it
how do you get to that point?
comics aren't serious
but the passion a lot have is
(never hurt anyone over it tho. those people are just wild, and not in a cool way)
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[dated sometime 3rd year of high school]
Hi again...
I've been hanging out with Himeko a lot more lately. She's so outgoing and really not afraid to say what she wants. Very direct. So she doesn't really ask me if I want to hang out or go somewhere with her, she just says "We're going here" or "you're coming with me to there". It's... kind of stressful, but I think it's good for me. If she asks then I have the option to chicken out. This way I have no choice but to socialize.
She brings me along to hang out with her friend group too. I think some of them go to other schools, some of them might be older, I'm not sure... They're kind of intimidating. They ask me a lot of questions I don't know how to answer. I wasn't sure why they even were my friends. Now I'm not sure that they were at all.
Today after school Himeko brought me back to her house. She said she wanted to give me a makeover. I didn't think it was really a good idea-- there's only so much one can do with makeup and stuff after all. But she insisted.
I can't say she didn't do a good job. I looked... really pretty. But I didn't feel like me-- even the me that I already hate so much was preferable to the way I looked. It felt so wrong, and I don't know why. I'd never looked better.
I stared at myself in the mirror the entire time she got done up herself. I was so confused and unnerved I didn't even process that she was clearly getting us ready to go out somewhere. By the time I got the picture we were already out the door.
It was already getting dark by the time we met up with her friends, and then we all went to the park-- not the one near where I live, one I'm not even familiar with-- where a bunch of other kids were having a party.
I already wanted to go home so bad, diary. There were so many people there, some of them were classmates, some of them I'd never seen before... I told Himeko I thought I might and she just gave me a beer and told me to calm down, relax, but... It's never that easy.
I tried to stay around the outskirts away from everyone but Himeko kept coming back to pull me with her. So every time she stopped to talk to someone she knew, I just felt this... agonizing stress, it was awful.
And then she and her friends told me they wanted to 'set me up' with someone. I didn't know him, but he's a 4th-year at my school. I tried to say 'no, you don't have to do that' and such but... they just pushed me toward him and stared at me.
I didn't know what to say! I didn't want to say anything! But he leaned in and I don't know if he was trying to kiss me or just speak to me without the others hearing but I just froze and burst into tears. Either way I don't think he had any bad intentions. I think he was led on by someone other than me. But I was so scared of him, and of Himeko and her friends. They laughed at me, and when I tried to step away, they pushed me back to him. He caught me by the shoulders because I almost fell, but I panicked and just ran.
But I didn't know where I was going, and I was crying and it was dark so I couldn't see, so at some point I just tripped and fell and ate absolute shit.
All my life I've... never had a good reason to point to in why I'm so afraid to be around or with people. It's always been so... just in my head. But now, I thought... Maybe I had a reason.
I was honestly so tempted to just lay there on the ground and become one with the grass. But that would take too damn long, wouldn't it?
Instead I heard another voice. My heart nearly dropped right out of me. I recognized that voice. Endou Tatsuki.
Of all the ways my crush could have found me-- crying, dirty, scraped up, and still honestly scared.
"████ ?"
I didn't even know he knew my name.
He...asked if I was okay, if I needed help up. I said no, I got up on my own. I was afraid to get too close to him. I always thought he was sweet, but I didn't want to take any chances after what had just happened.
He had seen it. He'd watched my pathetic self get thrust into that situation for what was apparently comic relief.
And he apologized.
He said he'd had bad feelings about Himeko and the way she talked to me, but he wasn't sure it was his place to say anything and didn't want to scare me off or put me into a worse situation with her-- but now he regrets not having said anything.
I regret it too. But I don't think I can hold that against him. I should have known better, I guess. I just... thought it was my own brain, my mind telling me things were wrong as it so often does for no discernable reason.
He sat with me for a while, kept his distance.
It took me forever to stop crying. But then he asked if I wanted him to walk me home.
I said yes.
And he did, and I felt safe the whole way.
He dropped me off at the door.
And now here I am.
I feel...awful still. I thought I had friends for once. I was stupid enough, or deluded enough, to think these girls cared about me. I should have seen it coming but... I don't know. Maybe I was just that fucking desperate. Never again though.
But ... I guess the night wasn't all bad.
I can't wait to see Tatsuki at school again.
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Nine people I’d like to know better
Thanks for the tag, @sharkneto!
Last song: no idea what the last song I listened to on purpose was, but incidentally it'd be the first opening of jujutsu kaisen s2. it's stuck in my head
Favourite colour: this is so hard. caramelly-orange?
Currently watching: JJK. I'm rewatching the first S2 arc, like some kind of maniac.
Last movie/tv show: not sure how this is different? still jjk.
Spicy/savoury/sweet: I mean it depends! I like savory food for like, dinner, and sweet food for a dessert. I'm a baby about spicy stuff tho
Relationship status: small frog peeping on a patch of moss
(single)
Current obsession: JJK and BG3. we're dual-wielding.
Last thing you googled: "walmart salsa" (I couldn't figure out what aisle it was in!!)
NINE oh boy uhhhh @madnessmadness, @septemberskye, @nijinskys (I REMEMBERED YOUR URL!), @mothmansbutt, @aevallare, @jaynovz, @genderfluid-druid, @genderjester, aaaannnddd @bi-medusa! If y'all feel like it!
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