#no aea

[arizcross]

Things Danyal has said to his new family and some other interactions:

1.

Danyal, as casual as if talking about the weather: I can make you a new spleen if you want.

Tim, flaggerblasted: Whah-?! How?!

Danyal, calmly saying what he needs as he writes it down on a post-it: I’ll need a microwave, a cellphone and a gallon of lazarus water, maybe two since I have to cleanse it, oh, and some of your blood.

Tim, so very done with everything as he takes the post-it: Sure, why not.

2.

Alfred is driving Bruce somewhere out of Gotham so the siblings are alone in the city. Dick is in charge for the day.

Dick, answering an incoming call as he merrily drives to Gotham from Blüdhaven: Hey Danish, what’s up?

Danyal, slightly worried: Uhm, a was told to call you if Tim said anything about cooking?

Dick, alarmed and worried: Don’t let him near the stove! I’ll be there soon!

Danyal: Yes, Damian is trying to stop him. It is quite impressive how Tim is fighting back.

Dick, now even more alarmed and worried: Don’t let them fight in the kitchen!

Danyal: Too late, they found the japanese knives.

3.

Danyal, slightly disgusted but worried about his new older brother: You stink.

Jason, offended: And you’re fucking ugly.

4.

Danyal, looking at Duke while he eats cereal straight from the box: You know you’re not fully human, right?

Duke, eating his cereal because it’s his midnight snack: Neither you are.

Danyal, rising his mug of warm milk: Touché.

5.

Alfred’s first meeting with Danyal.

Alfred, looking at Danyal with wide open eyes and dropping what he was holding. He looks at Bruce expecting an explanation.

Bruce, pointing at Damian: This one Damian can explain.

Alfred then looks at Damian, one perfect british eyebrow up.

Damian, tightening his hold on Danyal’s hand: This all will be one more fond memory for the future, Pennyworth.

Alfred’s other eyebrow also rises in incredulity, the older man looking menacingly at the teen.

Danyal, whispering to Damian: I do not think that’s what he wanted to hear.

6.

Stephanie at Sunday breakfast: Alright D; Kiss, marry, kill. Your options are toast, Crepes and bagel, go!

Danyal: Kiss bagel, marry crepes and kill toast.

Duke: You don’t like toast?

Danyal: I don’t like box bread in general.

Tim: Why?

Danyal: It’s the Karen of breads.

Jason: Wtf?

7.

Dick walks into the living room to watch some T.V. before patrol and finds Cass recording something on the couch with her cellphone, Cass signals him to stay quiet as he walks closer to her. When Dick sees what his sister is recording his heart almost melts due to pure cuteness overdose. There, curled up on the couch with a sleeping Alfred the cat is a sleeping Danyal, both content and both purring.

Dick, crying: Send it to the family chat.

Cass nods in agreement.

8.

Danyal accompanies Damian and John to patrol around Gotham.

Danyal: Thank you for been his brother while I was away.

John: Thank you for saving him and for coming back.

Damian: What are you two doing up there?! I can’t fly you jerks!

9.

Danyal while helping Barbara update her firewalls.

Barbara: Are you sure this is safe?

Danyal, while drawing Tecnus’ summoning circle with a white glass marker on Barbara’s computer: Do not worry, Barbara, Tecnus will make sure no one messes with your systems ever again.

Barbara: That’s not what I mean.

10.

Danyal enters the kitchen and hides behind Alfred: Please make Damian stop.

Damian entering the kitchen right that instant: It is only fair Danyal.

Alfred standing between the twins: What is this about boys?

Danyal: Damian wants me to attend the gala instead of him.

Damian: It is only fair, Pennyworth. I’ve attended these ridiculous pleasantries for far too long, it is only fair for Danyal to take my place in some.

Alfred: Oh, but young master Danyal is also attending this one.

Danyal: What?!

Damian: Justice!

Alfred: The launching of the new product it’s just an excuse, this party was actually planned by Master Bruce and master Timothy to make your official social debut, young master. Master Bruce has even called Mister Clark and misses Lois for the surprise press conference.

Danyal: Ugh!

[periswirl]

Poison Ivy is hired to revive an extinct flower. It's good money and the flower has no adverse effects on the environment so she's more than happy to take the job.

She thinks everything is good and continues to grow these flowers for her client. Until a child shows up in her greenhouse and informs her that the flowers she's been providing are actually going to a branch of the government and are being used to destroy the a different realm.

The government has been tricking her into destroying the environment, earthly or not. Soon they'd learn exactly why Poison Ivy is feared.

[mutable-manifestation]

Actual Scientists Jack & Maddie AU Part 3

Part 1 & 2

***

The lab is empty when they get to Fenton Works, his parents busy off helping the JLD wherever it was they were working from.

The journey the rest of the way to the Far Frozen passes relatively quickly under the weight of discussing how to reverse engineer the sarcophagus of forever sleep to make Naptime Box 2: Vlad Edition.

Could they probably just beat him up with the right plan and aid? Sure. But then they risk having to play royal hot potato (Danny doesn't want it and he doubts most of the allies he has would want the extra responsibility. Assuming there are responsibilities - Danny wouldn't know since there hasn't been a king, for all intents and purposes, since well before he became a halfa so who knows what the position even means in the context of the Zone).

Plus it would be way more satisfying to shove him in a box. Vlad gets a nice long nap and Danny gets to live the rest of his half-life without worrying about his Dad getting stabbed or something if Vlad starts feeling impatient.

It would also give Danny plenty of time to find some way to buy the Packers - not because he wants them, just because it would be really funny if Vlad eventually woke up to find that the only thing he wanted other than Maddie was now also very permanently out of reach.

The city of Green Bay could fold eventually, after all. But Danny? Danny would never yield, just to spite him, and Vlad would know that.

He probably won't actually do it, seeing as a) expensive and b) probably complicated.

But it would be really funny.

Their discussion on the ethics of using the Fenton Stockades as the base for the Box cut off as they land.

Without the distraction of their chat the adrenaline of panic comes rushing back, and he transforms as he steps out of the Speeder, nyooming to hover in front of Frostbite so quickly that the entire welcoming party - Frostbite somehow manages to have one arranged every time he drops by, and Danny is usually willing to at least try and indulge them since it seems to make them happy - jolts in surprise.

"Greetings!" Frostbite smiles wide, arms open in a grand welcoming, the only hint of lingering surprise the trails of slightly puffed up fur up his arms and the sides of his neck that has already mostly smoothed itself back out. "The Far Frozen welcomes the Great One and friends-"

"Hey Frostbite sorry for being abrupt but I'm kind of freaking out and you seemed like the best person - uh, ghost to go to because you always seem to know lots of things and I kind of need to know what's going on as soon as possible just in case it's a worst case scenario because the Justice League came to talk to my parents about some papers and I probably haven't mentioned them to you before because they're awful and I thought my parents made them but surprise I was wrong! Which is good! Except the League was mostly worried about them maybe causing the new ghost king to war with the human realm because apparently there's a supernatural branch of the Justice League and they think there's a new Ghost KingTM as in the Ghost King after Pariah Dark and I'm kind of freaking out because if there is a new ghost king there's actually a chance it's Vlad and oh ancients please tell me it's not Vlad or that the League heard wrong please."

Sam and Tucker had caught up by then, coming to stand on either side of him as Frostbite blinked.

"You are...asking me the identity of the current High King?" He asks, face scrunched in a bewildered expression.

"Oh my gosh Batman was right!?" He floats a bit higher at the news. "Please just tell me it's not Vlad! Uh, Plasmius."

"Plasmius?" Frostbite asks, eyebrows crawling higher. "Certainly not! What in the realms - do you truly not know?"

"Oh thank goodness," Danny sighs, sinking back to his usual level. "Not Vlad, okay, one less disastrous possibility. And whoever it is probably already knows they're the king and nothing bad has happened yet so it's probably fine, right?"

He looks back to meet Frostbite's eyes.

"Wait, nothing bad has happened yet, right? Like, is everything okay? I know Pariah caused you guys a lot of grief before; the new guy 's not going around causing trouble for you and you just haven't told me because you're worried about being a bother, right?" He frets, eyes flicking about, searching for fresh injuries on the various members of the welcoming party.

"...No, Great One," Frostbite answers, blinking away the surprised expression to be replaced by something soft. "Though I, and all the Far Frozen, are honored by your concern. While Pariah Dark is no longer the High King of the Infinite Realms, I can assure you, with utmost certainty, that you have nothing to fear from his successor. But I believe we have much more to discuss. Come, let us find somewhere more comfortable to talk - and get your human friends out of the cold."

***

It didn't take them long to reach a sitting room, and soon enough they were all settled into the enormous, fuzzy chairs in one of the warmer rooms available, Danny and Frostbite each with a cup of shaved ice tea while Sam and Tucker were offered beverages warm enough to steam in deference to their need for warmth.

Once everyone had taken a sip - or bite - Danny launched back into his questioning.

"So did Dark have a kid hidden away somewhere or did some kind of council finally decide on his replacement? Actually can ghosts even have - wait right Box Lunch, forgot about that on purpose but never mind. Or is there some fourth option that isn't those or trial by combat that we didn't think of?"

"Before I answer that, Great One, may I ask why you have already discounted trial by combat?" He returns curiously.

"Because if it was trial by combat it would be Vlad - er, Plasmius - and you already said it isn't him."

"Or it could be you," Tucker ribs, waggling his fingers at him.

"We already talked about why it couldn't be me, Tuck," Danny huffs, rolling his eyes and taking another bite of his... smoothie?

"Oh? And why do you think it would be Plasmius?" Frostbite asks.

"Because! I may have fought Pariah Dark, and sure I put him back in the sarcophagus, but I was running on fumes by that point, and he was still slamming around in there! Vlad, as much as I hate to admit it, is the one that turned the key and made sure he stayed locked away. It took almost everything I had to keep him pinned long enough. If...if he'd been even a few seconds later I probably would've died the rest of the way before he even had the time to break out a second time."

"But had you not put him there, no key would have mattered," Frostbite begins quietly. "Plasmius was no match for Pariah Dark; he was defeated in an instant the first time they clashed."

"Well, yeah, but so was I," he protests, not liking the direction the conversation is beginning to take.

"And yet, you alone went to face him a second time. You alone stood against the King of All Ghosts while your armies clashed."

"Our-!? I didn't have- you mean the ghosts that came to help me???" Danny sputtered, incredulous. "They weren't an army they were just-"

He pauses, searching for words that would not come.

"They were just a large group of ghosts who sided with you, who aided you in combat and kept the multitudes distracted while you went to face their leader alone. However you thought of them at the time, whatever they were to you up till then or are to you now, after, in that moment they were your army."

"Danny's totally the ghost king, isn't he?" Sam drawls after the brief silence that follows.

"Indeed," Frostbite answers her, but he looks Danny in the eyes as he does so. "You are the savior of the Ghost Zone, Pariah's Bane. And you are the High King of the Infinite Realms."

"I cheated!" Danny blurts out, shooting up to float above his chair.

"Cheated?" Frostbite's lips twitch as he fights down a smile.

"I had the Fenton Ecto-Skeleton! That's totally cheating! Don't combat trials have to be honorable or something?!" He begs.

Frostbite chuckles.

"I apologize, Great One, but I am afraid there is no such thing as an honorable war," he says, expression briefly turning solemn. "And even if it were, just as you had your "Ecto-Skeleton," did not Pariah have his ring and crown?

You issued a challenge and he answered, your armies clashed while the two of you stood against each other and each other alone; you alone put him back into the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep, and you alone held it shut long enough for Plasmius to turn the key.”

Danny drifts back down to his seat as Frostbite speaks, then continues slouching further with every word.

“I am given to understand that Plasmius likes to think of others as pawns on his own personal chessboard,” he says, “But at the time he was but another ghost, come to fight Pariah's army on your behalf - as a member of your army. A pawn, to paraphrase his own words, that you used to topple a king - not through any intentional manipulation, but through the sheer magnetic charisma of your willingness to stand against monsters like Pariah Dark and of your ability to do so. The confidence to stand alongside you that such strength inspires. 

He would not have approached if he did not believe you could win - would not risk endangering himself so. At best, you could consider him a referee, calling the match to a close once it was decisively in your favor.

Plasmius may think of existence as a game with himself as the only player, and he may have been acting in his own self-interest overall, but by every measure, in this instance, he was undeniably your piece.

The Zone itself acknowledges your right to rule by the way the crown of fire sits where you left it, unmoving on the floor of Pariah's keep until the day you finally choose to wear it, no matter how many hands may try to move it."

Frostbite's words are slow and measured, but as undeniable as the creeping of a glacier. And by the time they cease, Danny has sunk so far as to end up an undignified heap on the floor before his chair.

The trio remains silent as they absorb his words.

Minutes pass before Danny finally speaks.

"If the crown can't be taken, then how did I get it from Pariah?" He questions, a final hope that Frostbite may be mistaken.

"It will only remain unmoved until you first put it on. After that, it will be up to you whether it stays safe on your head."

Danny groans his despair, final bit of hope shattered.

"I must apologize again, Great One," he says solemnly. "Had I known you were unaware of your station, I would have informed you sooner."

He frowns heavily, looking into the distance thoughtfully.

"The Observants should have informed you long before now."

"Well, that explains it. The Observants hate Danny's guts," Tucker says.

"To neglect their duties for such a reason...," He trails off, his glower highlighting the inhuman nature of his visage. 

The trio fidget.

Danny coughs after a few seconds of tense silence.

“Uh, speaking of duties,” he begins, relaxing as Frostbite’s expression smooths back into something kind and polite as he listens, “What exactly does the Ghost King even do? Like. Pariah was locked away for… a long time? I guess. So does the Zone even need a King? Can’t I just, like, resign?”

“I suppose it might seem that way from a younger ghost’s perspective - Pariah has been locked away for millenia, after all, and the Zone is still in one piece.” 

Frostbite pauses, leaning back in his seat and taking another bite of his drink. 

“However. What you must understand, Great One, is that the problems caused by the absence of a king in the Infinite Realms are not the whirlwind that such a thing would be in the living realm - social order is affected, but the speed of bureaucracy is slower by orders of magnitude in the Realms, and there is not the same level of inter-reliance that the living tend to require - but rather, they are winds and waters sliding against a rock, chipping away at it bit by bit until it is either worn smooth… or the whole structure collapses under its own weight.”

“How does not having a king cause dimensional collapse!?” Tucker shrieks, clutching his cup like a lifeline.

“How long do we have before it collapses?” Sam asks urgently not a second later.

“Oh shit, how long do we have before it collapses???” he echoes, hunching over his cup enough that the steam adds a layer of fog to his glasses.

Danny sits bolt upright, whipping wide eyes away from his friends to join them in staring at Frostbite.

“Total collapse would take millenia more to truly begin,” he placates before taking a more grave expression. “This does not mean that there will not be issues before that point, however; the symptoms of the High King’s absence have begun to show this past millennium. But rest assured, there is time enough to heal the wounds that have been wrought. The only permanent damage would be the collapse itself, and that, as I said, is millenia away.”

“Is… is that why you never mentioned it to me before?” Danny asks, dropping back to the ground in relief. “Because it’s not urgent and you figured I’d just…get to it eventually? Actually, why did you think I knew if you knew that the crown was still in Pariah’s Keep?”

“It is the duty of the Observants to observe, but also, as you have experienced, to oversee - the timeline, trials, the general functioning of the zone. Without a king to report to, much of their ability to act is crippled, of course - their ability to interfere directly with the timeline has always been severely restricted, their options for sentencing are severely reduced, and there are some things the Realms require that only the High King can provide - but one duty remains unaffected: overseeing the ascension of new kings. 

Coronations have taken many forms in the past, from a quick swap in the battlefield to a formal ceremony to a celebration that lasted a decade. Given the dark era we are, at last, able to put behind us and the non-urgent nature of even the most severe problems that the Realms are currently affected by, I had assumed that the large delay was in preparation for that last form - the lead-up to a grand celebration.”

“Except instead it’s just them being petty,” Sam notes, sitting back up from her own relieved slouch. 

Danny groans, leaving his tea to float and covering his face with his hands.

“Why couldn’t it have just been as easy as shoving Vlad in a box,” he whines.

“I mean, we still can?” Tucker offers, prompting Sam to smack him over the head before pausing consideringly.

“OW!”

“He might be right, actually,” she says, ignoring his exclamation. “Given Vortex’s trial and sentencing, there’s clearly some kind of legal system in the Zone that isn’t just Walker on a power trip. No doubt he’s broken some kind of Actual Realms Law - I’d be surprised if breaking Pariah out like he did wasn’t some form of highly illegal - so you could probably send him to actual Ghost Jail. It’s certainly where he belongs, given all the….”

She makes a vague gesture with her hand in lieu of words.

“That doesn’t resolve the problem of I Don’t Wanna Be A King!” Danny exclaims, sitting back and throwing his hands in the air.

Then he turns to Frostbite, eyes pleading. 

“Can’t you be king?” he asks. 

Frostbite opens his mouth to reply, but Danny steamrolls over him.

“It makes sense! You already know how to lead people! And your people love you! You already know about all the king stuff too! You’ve beaten me in spars before! We’d just have to go to the keep, I put on the crown, you beat me, and problem solved!”

Frostbite’s smile is a mix of amused and pitying.

“I have only ever beaten you in training spars, Great One, and you and I both know that is largely because they were focused on improving your skill with ice and ice alone. Even if I could defeat you in a true all-out fight as you are, I believe you underestimate the boost granted by the crown of fire.”

“I can just put it on then take it off again before we fight! And we can stick to ice!”

“I’m afraid it is not so simple,” he shakes his head. “If you do not give it your all, the crown - the Realms - will not recognize the transition. The only way to “throw the match” successfully would require your opponent to fully End you: to crush your core and snuff your spirit from the very fabric of existence. I am unwilling to do such a thing, and I sincerely hope you would not ask it of me - or, indeed, of anyone.”

Danny paled enough that he nearly matched his human form in skin tone.

“Right. Let’s… let’s not do that, actually.”

“On the bright side, you can probably weasel ruling tips out of Aquaman in exchange for not declaring war on the Living Realm!” Tucker chirps, aiming to cheer him up.

“I’m not going to threaten the Justice League!” he yelps, scandalized.

“But you probably won’t have to threaten them,” Sam chimes in. “They’re already trying to summon you, you already know their goal is to avoid a war. As long as you don’t ask for anything unreasonable, they should be inclined to give you what you want in exchange for peace.”

“Once you offer peace, they will be invested in your successful rule of their own volition as a means of perpetuating said peace,” Frostbite corrects. “If you would like to set preconditions to an accord you should make them things that will not readily be given as a result of said accord. But before we discuss further, perhaps you can fill me in on why war was a concern in the first place? I believe you mentioned something about papers?”

[urwendii]

Ulmo, making the whales: listen to their beautiful songs and admire their slow grace !

Ossë, bouncing on walls 🧜‍♂️ : hey hey boss hey look what I made !!! *shows off sharks*

Ulmo: you put sharp teeth on fishes???!!!!

Ossë: I knowwwwwww oh and also they're super fast and their teeth constantly regrow and they can smell blood in water !!! 💙 🦈

[photographss-world]

[stuffaeamade]

I designed some new vinyl kitty stickers, they are available in my shop!

Waterproof, weatherproof, UV resistant!

[dzthenerd490]

File: Gremlins

SCP#: AEA

Code Name: The Mogwai

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AEA-Prime is housed at Site-AA and is lives in a small house within Site Director James's office. She has made herself in charge of caring for SCP-AEA-Prime. Any Foundation staff that enter her office are not to do so with water in any form. Additionally, after precisely midnight, no one is to bring any form of food into Site Director James office, even crumbs are hazardous. SCP-AEA-Prime has shown no interest in food after midnight but still, nothing is worth the risk. 

All SCP-AEA-Clone and Evil instances are only to be created for testing purposes, afterwards they are to be incinerated via their weakness to ensure complete eradication. Anyone who dares to keep either of these instances alive beyond containment are to be apprehended and demoted a single level. Two levels depending on the severity of the crime. 

Description: SCP-AEA-Prime is both the last and progenitor of a species known as a Mogwai. What exactly these creatures are and where they came form are unknown. SCP-AEA are small humanoid entities only measuring 8 inches tall. It has a fur of both white and brown, a mostly flat but cute face, and large hairless ears. SCP-AEA-Prime is the main being of the species and only through him is it possible to make more. 

When introduced to water SCP-AEA-Prime will begin to pop fluff balls form its back to create more SCP-AEA instances. These SCP-AEA instances normally reflect only small portions of SCP-AEA-Prime's personality, meaning they are all clones and nothing more. SCP-AEA-Clone instances are normally quite destructive and goofy compared to SCP-AEA-Prime and after often described as a complete nuisance to be around. However, this is only while they are in their current form as when they mutate things get much worse. 

When an SCP-AEA-Clone eats food at any time after midnight, it will begin to form into a giant and grotesque egg covered in dark green slime. After about 6 to 8 hours, the eggs will hatch, and the resulting in the birth of an SCP-AEA-Evil instance. SCP-AEA-Evil instances are creatures that measure 16 inches tall, have no fur, reptilian dark green slimy skin, sharp claws and teeth, long arms and legs, large ears, and vicious red eyes. They are extremely hostile and sadistic creatures that enjoy killing, causing destruction, mocking all they come across, and being as devious as possible. 

SCP-AEA-Evil instances are surprisingly intelligent with normally their own mischievous nature being their downfall rather than their stupidity. SCP-AEA-Evil instances always work together and never betray one another, not even other SCP-AEA-Clone instances. However, all SCP-AEA-Evil instances and almost every SCP-AEA-Clone instance hates SCP-AEA-Prime with a passion. Why this is the case is still unknown. 

SCP-AEA-Prime was discovered in 1984 when the town of [data expunged] was attacked by a sudden swarm of SCP-AEA-Evil instances. Mobile Task Force Artemis-6 "Wild Hunt" was deployed to contain the instances only to find that they all were destroyed in an explosion at the local theater. With all the SCP-AEA-Evil instances presumed dead, MTF Artemis-6 was instead pulled back and Mobile Task Force Gamma-5 "Red Herrings" was sent in to give the citizens of the town amnestics and place false information to the media. Meanwhile, Foundation agents were sent in to find the source of the anomalous disaster. They eventually ended up finding SCP-AEA-Prime and apprehended it form the family after giving them the proper amnestics.

However, upon transporting SCP-AEA-Prime a strange old man tried to stop the truck, he was ignored at first until he somehow appeared outside of Site-AA demanding SCP-AEA-Prime be returned to his custody. Foundation staff apprehended the man and tried to use memetic and mnestic treatment to get as much information as possible on him. Unfortunately, he proved to be immune to both treatments and dodged every question with more demands for custody of SCP-AEA-Prime. Because nothing else could be done and he was deemed an information leak hazard, so the Foundation executed him immediately. 

Currently SCP-AEA-Evil and Clone instances are used for testing, especially testing combat and casting data against anomalous vermin. Despite their smart and aggressive nature, they are surprisingly easy to contain and control population of. It is for this reason that they are labeled as Object Class Safe. However, all Foundation staff should bear in mind that SCP-AEA if a single SCP-AEA-Evil instance were able to get into the ocean, that would allow it to cause an NK Class Grey Goo Scenario. As such SCP-AEA-Prime nor Clone or Evil instance allowed to leave Site-AA for any reason.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[aea-rp]

ANNOUNCEMENT

It is with pride to officially soft-launch After Ever After! We are very much excited to begin accepting reservations and applications to the roleplay. We plan to open on July 1st, 2024. However, to kickstart the roleplay, we would need at least 15 reservations/applications. This is to ensure that there would be people willing to partake in creating stories from existing fairy tales.

Thank you very much for considering and we are looking forward to the stories that we come up with together!

— Admin Team

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[gifti3]

He looks so cool its not fair....

[isthisrealliiife]

It Me!

tl;dr:

I'm still sick;

I'm finishing the last project of my last class for grad school;

should be back to working on aeas on a regular basis in about two weeks, give or take.

OK so I think about an echo a stain a lot, particularly because it's been over a month since I last updated. My history as a writer and a human compel me to update y'all probably as much for my own sake as anyone else's because I think most of the people who read aeas are out here on Ao3 with their notifications on loool (I wish there were a way to make like, an author post to update people there that wouldn't make me look like an asshole chapter tease loool.) ANYWAY real quick, in case you were wondering which one or two of you might be! 1. I'm still sick but I think I'm actually getting better. It's slow and it's hard. And part of why it's slow and it's hard is because 2a. I'm actually trying to finish the final project of the very last course of my MLIS*, which was delayed enormously because I was sick lol.

2b. It is the worst assignment I have ever had to complete for any program of any kind ever. I am still sick, and so every iota of my energy is going into this monstrous thing that just won't end, and until it's done I just do not have a scrap of energy to spare. I'm not even playing BG3 right now just shaking my fucking fist at the PWI gods, eating, sometimes kinda sleeping and staring at visual novels braindead af

OK and also following this wild-ass chisme with Kendrick and Aubrey because OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG Y'ALLLLLL A MINORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR LOOOL OK sorry. Anyway, I swear to the baby jesus once I finish this project which like -- it's not only that it's tedious it is a thing I must do that scrapes against the core of my very being, it is everything I hate about society, institutions, America, late-stage capitalism, white supremacy -- EVERYTHING.

But it's the very very very last thing and I'm so so close to being done after having had to delay for soooooo long can't stop won't stop so I will be running myself into the ground for the duration of this endeavor, then I'll probably take some time to recover, and then yes, I will finally, thankfully, be back on my aeas bullshit. in the meantime, if you want some little aeas / Astarion or ZeetheBee / my Tavvy treats, just shoot me an ask. It might take me a couple of days to get to it but I will probably spin you a whole fuckin drabble or even a short one-shot because despite my commitment to this project I do love an excuse to abandon it from time to time OK I'mma take my livejournal energy out of here to the two of you who made it to the end literally dm me with a parameter for a drabble I'll make you one you'll probably get it by July OK bye *(YES I am going to be a librarian and YES I am hype and YES it is one of my career goals to host a drag story hour)

[arizcross]

DANNY PHANTOM X DC CROSSOVER, DEMON TWINS AU.

Danyal is the younger twin by four minutes. He has always been seeing as a failure due to his aversion to kill and constant rebellious behavior against Ra’s rules and orders, questioning his leadership and decisions despite his very young age. It is that same rebellious streak what stops Ra from getting rid of the boy, he can see his grand-son’s potential in the ferocity of his ice-blue glare that remind the old assassin of Batman himself.

Due to Danny’s constant defiance, he is constantly punished by Ra, always in front of Damian so he doesn’t follow his twin’s example, but this has the opposite effect. Damian deeply admires his brother’s compassion and rightful defiance and always tries to help Danyal by treating to his wounds or simply accompanying him when in solitary imprisonment, always standing outside the door.

When the twins are eight years old there is a really strong earthquake that makes the cave collapse, a large rock is going to fall on Damian but Danny pushes his brother away. The floor gives in and Danny falls into the darkness as Talia grabs her oldest and takes him away.

The boulder makes Danny sink in the large Lazarus Pit beneath the cave, that’s when Danny is hit by memories of his past life, when he was Daniel Fenton… that he is Phantom. When the flashback ends, Clockwork is in front of Danny and welcomes him back home.

Two years after Danyal’s death, Damian is sent to live with his father. Damian never really understood where all of his brother’s defiance and rightfulness came from but after meeting his father he understood. Damian doesn’t tell anyone about Danyal.

Fast forward to when Damian is fourteen. Darkside is invading and everybody is desperate so Constantine proposes his craziest idea so far: to summon The High King of the Infinite Realms. Raven, Zatanna, Dr, Fate and Captain Marvel try to stop him but after a heated speech from John the magical users begrudgingly agree. The summoning is lead by Constantine and supported by Zatanna, Raven and Dr. Fate. In the room are also Batman, Robin and Captain Marvel. Everything goes well, a creepy and unnerving as it is the summoning is a success and the magic users manage to summon and eldritch creature made of the cosmos itself, but when the High King’s eyes land on Robin it says with distorted voice: Akhi?

The watchtower is then hit by one of Darkside’s attacks, prompting the High King to join the fight.

When all is said and done and Darkside is thrown away to a far away corner of the galaxy the High King appears before Batman and Robin and the eldritch/cosmic creature then takes the form of a teen human male that is Damian’s carbon copy except for the blue eyes.

Batman almost faints but Superman takes him away just in time, leaving Robin and the High King to talk in private.

“You died.” Damian says as he touches his brother’s face, caressing his hair, his eyebrows, his eyelids, his cheeks and nose.

“I did.” The High King, Danyal, responds to his brother as he allows him to touch him to his heart’s content. “I have a lot to tell you.”

[thedarklego02]

Spray paint! (Roblox Paint) drawings

I don't know why, but every time I draw there I have more inspiration than in Ibis Paint ;__;

I've wanted to draw Nightmare Sans and Dream Sans for a long time :']

Psdt: this last drawing was made a month ago (I think), but it is an AU that I will publish very soon :D

[n2qfd]

Believe it or not....

I decoded an HF packet beacon from a Net105 member this evening. WA3WLH-7

I decided to unpack the Pakratt for fun after getting back to the telnet BBS thing and despite the naysayers it's still out there.

Have to check my mic interface and see if I can connect to the BBS with the lightning speed this 300bps hardware radio modem can muster!

[lem0nademouth]

i am so tired of people outside the theatre/film/tv industry talking out of their asses about casting decisions and directorial choices and shit like that. you have no idea how any of this works. i’m in the industry and i don’t even know how some of this shit works. stop criticizing things you don’t understand!!!

[digenerate-trash]

Had a dream about my childhood friends mom???????

To be fair were not friends anymore and their mom was hot so I guess it's fine???? But like. Why now???

[dzthenerd490]

File: The Magic School Bus

SCP#: AFC

Code Name: Ms. Frizzle and her School Bus

Object Class: Keter Archon

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AFC cannot be contained and even if it could, massive retaliation from Group of Interest: The Serpents Hand is to be expected. As such all further containment operations shall be halted. Instead, all efforts will be directed into having an interview with SCP-AFC.

Description: SCP-AFC is a Caucasian woman seemingly middle aged but quite possibly much, MUCH older. She has orange hair, brown, eyes and wears a dress with heel shoes that seem to be able to change appearance anytime she desires. SCP-AFC is fearless, joyful, and rarely if ever stops smiling. She enjoys working as a teacher at [data expunged] Elementary School. 

SCP-AFC normally teaches about all aspects of science including Biology, Chemistry, Entomology, Arachnology, Marine Biology, The Laws of Physics, Acoustics Science, and Optic Science. SCP-AFC loves to use what appears to be magic and SCP-AFC-Bus to show students how it all works often up-close. Shockingly this does lead to disaster consequences every so often but hardly does it ever lead to casualties. Especially with SCP-AFC-Bus acting as the main protector and transporter of the students.

SCP-AFC-Bus is a sentient school bus that is not only able to see and interact with objects around it but can shapeshift into anything upon SCP-AFC's command. Such forms include a plane, submarine, rocket ship, boat, spaceship, a biological hybrid of a bear and a bus, a tiny bus with moth wings, a tiny bus with spider legs, and quite possibly much more. SCP-AFC is not only able to shrink itself but can shrink those who ride within it essentially making it no different to a Level 2 Reality Bender, possibly Level 3. 

Though SCP-AFC-Bus is relied on the most to ensure the lesson is taught, SCP-AFC also uses her magic devices that she can manifest from seemingly nowhere. These devices range from simple science tools that have wacky designs, to abnormal tools that can defy logic or reasoning. It is assumed she created these items herself but how is unknown. It's also believed that she created SCP-AFC-Bus, as she is the only one who knows how it works.

As explained before, SCP-AFC is fearless even when she is about to be crushed, boiled in lava, destroyed by white blood cells, or eaten by a spider. Though this seems to be biased off of bliss ignorance, arrogance, or perhaps stupidity, the answer might actually be more simpy. SCP-AFC is simply aware that no matter what happens she and her class will be fine and often use their newly acquired knowledge to save her and themselves.

It is believed for the previously listed reasons for that SCP-AFC is quite possibly a Level 4 Reality Bender or some kind of humanoid anomaly on par with a Reality Bender. SCP-AFC claims she has heritage of hundreds upon thousands of explorers from all over the world. Despite giving clear names and details of their exploits none of these people have been recorded in history. However, SCP-AFC's real name Valerie Frizzle doesn't show in any records either, so the unfortunate fact is the Foundation knows nothing. Just another addition to the long list of our most embarrassing failures. 

SCP-AFC was discovered in 1994 when she took her class on a field trip and happened to be on the mercury. Foundation researchers out on a scouting mission had the unfortunate pleasure of encountering them. They tried chasing the students to place them into Foundation custody, but SCP-AFC-Bus appeared and started using it's tires to spill mercury dirt all over them blinding them and allowing the class to escape.

Since then, the Foundation has tried numerous times to capture SCP-AFC and get the children away from her as it was clearly dangerous for them. However, all of these efforts stopped when a massive war party from Group of Interest: The Serpent's Hand arrived at Site-AA. Despite being armed to the teeth they demanded to have a talk with a Foundation representative with the "Seeker of Truth" who acted at their representative. Site Director Nancy James shockingly was personally requested by the Seeker of Truth. She gave the order to have one of the testing rooms used for the meeting and for them to be alone. Please see Addendum X-46 for details. 

Afterwards, the O5 Council agreed SCP-AFC was officially changed from Object Class Keter to Archon. Allowing SCP-AFC to remain at peace has allowed relations between the Foundation and the Serpent's Hand to stabilize, even if by only a small amount. It is with hope that if such acts continue the Serpent's Hand will consider joining the Anomalous Correction and Protection Alliance sometime within the upcoming 21st Century.

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