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horatiocomehome · 4 months ago

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your thoughts about mahogany wood ? books with mostly yellow covers ? alpha radiation ? green tea ? noodles ? dvorak keyboard layouts ? deer ? hawks ? electrolyte water ? cucumbers ? the color combo of purple + blue ? white holes ? red ink ? lipstick ?

Mahogany wood: very nice! I ended up looking through a wood identification site to make sure I was getting actual pics of mahogany and not just stains which was an interesting read. I think I prefer wood grains that have more swirls, but mahogany certainly isn't bad!

Books with mostly yellow covers: eh, yellow isn't my favorite color but I can appreciate them.

Alpha radiation: while alpha radiation isn't very relevant to my medical physics research, I did take a nuclear physics lab last year where we measured the energy of alpha particles coming off of radioactive sources!

We then used that to determine the ratio of U-235 and U-238 in a uranium source, since those two isotopes will have two different energy levels of alpha radiation they're associated with! Very cool lab. Here's a pic of the setup:

That metal cylinder is the detector, and it's hooked up to a tank of liquid nitrogen (or helium? I don't recall which) to keep it cooled. The glass container above is the uranium source which we found to be 0.19% U235 and 99.31% U238!

Fun fact: to take these readings we essentially just sat in the room next to this for the whole class period while the data was being collected but it was fine because alpha particles don't travel very far in air. Plus the source wasn't very radioactive—for context, U235 is the more radioactive isotope! Natural uranium is about 1% U235, and enriched uranium (which is what's used in reactors) is 3-5%.

Green Tea: great! I don't have it very often but it's a good hot drink and I appreciate the lower alcohol content

Noodles: INCREDIBLE. Loses to rice in my grain staples tier list but rice is S+ tier so it's not a very fair fight. Love noodles especially with cheesy sauces.

Dvorak Layout: I haven't tried this myself but I certainly agree that qwertyuiop has some flaws. I think it'd be fun to try out a different keyboard layout at some point, maybe get one of those fancy ergonomic keyboards at the same time

Deer: My grandparents have a small woods in their backyard with a big window overlooking it so you can sit and watch the deer walk by sometimes. Also the campus I'm on has a lot of nature so deer will just. walk around. Plenty of times I've been walking to class in the morning and there's a doe with a couple fawns literally right next to the path. wonderful

Hawks: Fun when you spot one! We have a couple that live nearby in our neighborhood so you see them around pretty often.

Electrolyte water: eh. I'm not very impressed. Gatorade is the main one I've tried and it's soo sugary. I kinda prefer just a salty snack

Cucumbers: crisp and juicy. good as a snack.

Purple + Blue: Immaculate. Purple, blue, indigo, they're such a perfect family and go so well together. Especially good in more saturated or dark shades. Regal, magical, rich, beautiful, by far my favorite family of colors. I will say though, as a color combo they can feel almost monochromatic, so they do best if you've got a little red/reddish-purple or some gold in there as an accent

White holes: While I'm not an astrophysicist, they are an interesting concept. I don't have much opinion of them besides them sounding a little bit too on the sci-fi edge of physics. (Though to be fair, there are several real physics concepts that also fall in that region, so.)

Red ink: fuck yeah blood

Lipstick: ehh? I think bright red lipstick doesn't really do much for me. You can get some interesting looks with other colors though!

#thanks for the ask!#this was fun to go through ^_^#from my very own mouth #edit: I just realized I put alcohol content instead of caffeine content for green tea but it's funny enough that I'm gonna leave it in

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lockandkeyblade · 3 months ago

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First Rule of Ghost Fight Club

Hey look ma, there's a multichapter now!

Several months ago the GiW, flush off the success of having the Anti-Ecto Acts passed– even if they had to hide it beneath several hundred adjustments to agricultural and infrastructure legislation– made a mistake.

Their little campaign of hatred was going well, maybe too well– so why not make it public? Why not grasp for a little more power, incite some torch and pitchforks? There were a dozen roads the stupid bastards could've taken, but they wanted the shortcut. The highway.

They decided that their next campaign against the ghosts would be to release several videos highlighting the utter destruction left in the wake of their fights. Show America there was something worth fighting on their hometurf. Make them angry. Make them vicious.

Jason figures they’d expected some backlash for it. There would've been a PR guy, or ten, or twenty, paid the big bucks just to sit around and consider it all. He'd interrupted enough board room meetings in his youth past life that he's got a pretty damn good idea of what to visualize; a bunch of white guys, forty plus, sitting around and deciding how people they did not know, understand, or give two fucks about were likely to receive this kind of news.

Ghosts were real, and terrible. The slogans were equally as bad, of course. And that wasn't on the PR team- that was on whatever dead-eyed millennial got paid way too little to give a fuck. Grandma can't cook you pies like she used to- she's too busy eating your soul. Little Timmy who fell down the well has taken one too many pointers from Samara Morgan. That kinda shit.

Someone was still gonna care about 'em. Someone was gonna call this inhumane. Someone would look into that Act and realize ghosts; talking, once-living people (some of 'em), had less rights than the average lab rat. Someone would start a protest.

The GiW would've thought about that and prepared for it. They must've felt invincible enough to chance it anyway, because they started uploading their 'documentaries' on the barbarity of ghosts online. Probably stroking their cliché ass moustaches and puffing cheap cigars all the while.

The fuckers would've expected all that. What they didn't expect, when blasting the world with their little softcore snuff vids, was how into it the world became.

Ghost fights? Were fucking badass.

And now the whole world knows it.

Gotham, especially, knows it. Gotham loves it. This was the kind of thing that was made to take over the nightlife of an already unhinged city; sports bars replacing football with the newest renditions of that one robot dude smacking down a couple of buildings, taking bets on what was gonna get him first– Danger Twink, Little Red Flying Hood, Morally Ambiguous Scientists, or The Man.

Proper names for each entity- and every other painfully stereotypical character involved- were hard to come by, initially. Most of those founding videos had the sound swapped out for the screams of children, flat voiceovers of scientists reminding the people that ghosts don't feel, so don't feel for them.

The bars played 'em on mute and blasted their own tunes over the top. Others had their own live MCs to commentate on the action. Robot dude got the name Gadget Goatee, the sweetass punk rock girl was On Fleek. The ghost seemingly addicted to boxes was Box Ghost. Names like that. When camera crews of reputable (and not so reputable) sports channels started sneaking into Amity Park, some names got adjusted. Some didn't.

The day pre-fight interviews began to happen was the day Jason seriously started considering why the Justice League hadn't gotten involved yet, enough to ease that question into conversation with Dickiebird. To sate his curiosity, no other reason. Turns out, Danger Twink had asked them not to. And the Justice League, full of some of the most anal and controlling people Jason has ever had the misfortune to meet, had listened to him. The petition signed by almost the entirety of Amity Park's population had probably helped.

Apparently, the city didn't want or need help. On the fighting front, at least. Nightwing is as in the dark for what, precisely, had been shared about why that was, but it was enough for Batman to raise the requirements for permission to be obtained by any hero wanting to go into Amity Park’s space– and for the rest of the founding members to approve them.

JL's continued efforts to flatten the GiW and their miserable Anti-Ecto Acts had been cheerfully encouraged. Everything else, though? That was Danger Twink's problem. Or Phantom's joy, if you asked Jason's opinion on the matter. Not that anyone did.

The reality these days was that the government agency, high off their own fumes- as they often were- managed to fuck themselves right out of existence. And the ghosts? The ghost fights?

They were there to stay. Impressively contained within Amity Park with a startling level of confidence and control, all thanks to one girl on a hoverboard and a dead guy.

Place was even considered a chill place to visit, contrary to the continually televised property damage. The fights continued to maintain a level of popularity that was almost feverish, stealing their way into primetime television, spawning a couple dozen streaming services that would inevitably cannibalise themselves.

Oh, Jason could see the appeal of those fights. Hell, if he thought he could get away with it, he’d join ‘em. Sure, most of Gotham was into it for the more obvious reasons. Vicious mauling and extensive infrastructure repair that wasn't their problem, for once. Something new to bet on, some cool people (dead, alive, or never alive in the first place) to throw merchandise around for. The phenomenal amount of simping, the utterly batshit rule 34 that could be found online. A few ghost themed cocktails. All that good shit.

Jason just liked the sound.

He hadn't gotten into the videos until he could hear 'em, the ghosts themselves. It was something he kept to himself, seeing as- hey, no one else was mentioning it. His family was likely to think him insane again, so that was another deterrent. Nah, let folks think Red Hood enjoyed having that shit on in the background for...inspiration. Of the this might happen to the next person who crosses me variety.

But nah. He just, liked the sound.

It was like a secret concert, just for him. Some of those fights might as well be fucking operas. Full on musicals with a bit more green blood to 'em. Every ghost sang in a way Jason couldn't describe. There was a vibrato to it all, otherworldly and entrancing. A resonance that seemed to sink past his skin, right down to his soul.

They sing about obsession. They talk about what matters most to them, the parts of their unlife that are their beating hearts, their drive, their love. Every fight is an illicit fantasy, an almost embarrassing revelation of the people beneath the caricatures– Gotham sees neat fights, and Jason hears souls.

It was simultaneously off-putting and addictive.

And fuck him sideways, but sometimes? The songs were kind of cute.

Especially the ones for Danger Twink. Most of the songs were for Danger Twink. Phantom, as he kept trying to tell the media, over and over again. The kid barely looked legal, though it was hard to tell when he was, y'know, six feet under. Brat could be

Bruce's great grandpa several times over, for all he knew.

But he wasn't, if the songs were anything to go by. As far as the ghosts were concerned, this implied to be twenty year-old was, in ghost terms, baby. He was baby.

All the other ghosts knew it. All the other ghosts adored it. A solid fifty percent of the songs Jason could hear, day in, day out, were basically gooshy renditions of look at our small king. Our light. He has grown so much.

That Phantom’s response is usually the equivalent of mom please, you’re embarrassing me, as he makes a crater out of the earth with his opponent? Classic.

In a way, this whole shebang the world was addicted to was just a community trying to rear their child. Their potentially important child, or just important to them. Jason really didn’t know which way it was leaning, and it’s not like he could ask.

Really, he was just content to witness, maybe fantasize, a little, about what kind of songs they’d sing under his fists. What kind of song Phantom might sing, if Jason pinned him into the dirt.

One video changes that.

It’s a new one. Gotham is terribly excited by it; wherever Jason goes, he sees advertisements and hears people talking because– new ghost. New ghost. A new challenger approaches. The bars and the television companies keep any hints of who or what this late entry to the game might be, and it’s smart. Everybody’s talking about it. Fuck, even Tim is talking about it, and that little idiot hates the whole thing. Thinks it’s sickening that any being’s pain could be turned into sport.

Not that he’s wrong, just, y’know. No one’s really being hurt.

Jason thinks he might also be… a little anticipatory. He’s gotten awfully familiar with the usual roster, their songs something that rattles off in his head throughout the day. He knows– heh. He knows what Phantom sings back to them. Intimately. Has that part memorized, and he’s not ashamed to admit it.

He wants to hear Phantom sing about something new. That’s what’s exciting.

It’s exciting right up until he’s slouched down at a bar, eyes fixed to the screen and the cheers of the crowd around him drowned out by a tune that turns his blood to ice, stirs up something that’s been quiet in him for years, until his eyes flash green.

Because the new ghost doesn’t want to play with Phantom. He wants to own him. Like a dog. With discordant notes that sound like laughter, high pitched and crazed, like a metal pipe slamming into his face, over and over again–

And Phantom is defiant, glorious, powerful.

Afraid.

Jason doesn’t remember getting onto his bike, but as he heads east, he knows exactly where he’s going. Fuck permission, fuck the Justice League, and fuck Phantom for trying to handle that sort of shit on his own.

He doesn’t know how he’s gonna do it, but this Plasmius guy? Is about to learn what it’s like to die. For the second time.

#dpxdc #dead on main #thiiiis ran away on me lol #in any case Jason aka an absolute dumbass #casually hearing ghost speak through the tv and deciding he's just fine with that #less fine when someone uses said ghost speak to threaten the ghost he's maybe #just a tiny bit addicted to #pits stirring for the first time since he's essentially had his own ghost lofi chillbeats to listen to nonstop #let's go murder says Jason it'll be fun #and it will be fun #multichapter to be #to everyone's credit I was not hard to enable

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