#Embodiment of Balance Phantom

[sil-and-seals-blog-something]

OOOOOOOOOOO

This tags and everything you’ve put down are lovely!

Also, YES YES YES! I like your thought process. I think Danny could be like, the Ancient of Heroes and Space while being the embodiment of Balance (as his ghost half was immediately born within a portal, which we don’t see for the only two other Halfas. Vlad had a slow process and Ellie had no process. Danny could literally be straight up claimed by the Infinite Realms and Living World equally). We also know that there’s a relic that can mind control ghosts/ecto-entities, so we can build off of that and say Vlad got a relic similar but not exactly like it. Like, if Danny goes against an order, then it acts similar to a shock collar (except instead of a shock, it does either something like draining his powers or something worse than a shock) type of thing maybe, and a relic affecting someone’s power would probs mess up a summoning? Add on some blackmail and Vlad’s able to prevent Danny from fighting back in a human way as well!

Also, yeah, the JLD are freaking out most likely over The Balance not being able to be summoned, that’s like, bad bad news, especially because it didn’t feel like a rejection of the summons, it was a full on “this number can’t be reached at this time, try again later” (like improbably-luminescent said earlier), which has much worse connotations than a simple summoning rejection.

(MAGIC SHANK!)

Also, everyone will feel a shiver of dread upon learning that 1- Danny made a way-too-powerful magic sword and 2- gave it to Damian “Stabby Robin” Wayne Al Ghul of all people

Practice Your Skills

“You ever look at someone and wonder how hard it would be to get past their defenses and stab them.

Damian snapped his head to the side, looking at the young boy now standing beside him.

The boy put his hands up in front of him with a wince, “Not that I ever do that. Totally not, whaaaat???”

Damian huffed and turned back around to watch the gala participants.

“It’s just you kinda looked like you were contemplating the logistics of stabbing Mrs.Halterguild for squeezing your cheeks.”

Damian scowled. Then, after a moment’s beat, “It would not be very difficult. She is nearly blind in her left eye, I would be able to approach without repost.”

The kid hummed, turning back as well before motioning to another group to the far right, “What about Mr. Beckensmith, he’s a retired vet right?”

Damian rolled his eyes and scowled harder, “The man has only seen the battlefield of an office as he bribed his way from being fully enlisted and instead managed to pay for increasingly higher ranks and medals. He is a disgrace.”

The kid cocked his head to the side, looking suspicious for a second and then nodding with concession, “Fair enough, I bet I could get close enough too.”

Damian scoffed.

“What, don’t believe me?”

Damian leveled a doubtful glare at the civilian, making it clear by looking him up and down, “Hardly.”

The other smirked dangerously, “If I can get close enough to poke him and get away without being noticed, will you believe me?”

Damian narrowed his eyes but nodded succinctly and watched as the boy immediately took off, making a few loops around other people before finally backing up to Mr. Beckensmith and poking him on the opposite side as a group moved past.

Damian pursed his lips. Interesting. Certainly better than he would expect from an amateur. And an amateur civilian at that.

When the boy returns to his side Damian brushes off the asks of meaningless praise.

“Come on, I did it, now you have to go poke Mrs. Halterguild without getting caught.”

Damian sneers, “And why would I do that?”

“Because I don’t believe you either, the woman’s old but I bet she sees you and squeezes your cheeks again. Old ladies just have a sixth sense for that stuff you know.”

Damian nearly growls but sets off on his task. He makes sure to stay on her left side, but the woman turns at the last second, forcing Damian to use a passing waiter as cover to remain hidden and finally get close enough to poke her gaudy dress.

Then he sidles back up to the boy on the edges and provides his best ‘I am more capable than you’ scowl. The boy simply laughs and says, “Who’s next?”

They spend the night like that, choosing each other’s targets to attack non-lethally as though they were attempting to stab them, and Damian finds the gala going by in a significantly less tedious manner.

Right up until the boy laughs at him when he chooses a target. Only one bark of laughter escapes, but it is enough for Damian to consider stabbing him as well. If only with a butter knife.

Instead, Damian grinds his teeth and asks, “What is so different about Masters, do you really believe you would be unable to succeed?”

The other gives a breathless chuckle, “I’m pretty sure even you wouldn’t be able to successfully stab Vlad Masters,” The boy’s shoulders sag even as his jaw tightens with irritation, “He sees everything.”

Damian narrows his eyes. Something naws at the back of his brain but currently the critique of his capabilities takes precedence.

“I would be capable of stabbing Masters even without my favored sword,” Damian scowls and stands taller with annoyance.

“Sure you can, man,” At this, the boy quirks a sharp smile, “If you can actually get him, I’ll personally get you a magic sword,” he says with an air of amused indulgence. Like he thinks Damian is some insipid child saying he will find a fairy.

Damian grits his teeth and shakes the other’s hand, then immediately sets off after his target. How dare this civilian question him! He is the Son of the Bat, this is not even a challenge!

Damian growls as his approach is thwarted for the third time by the man turning in his direction and almost spotting him. How dare he! He will not fail!

Just as he reaches to jab the man in the side, already poised to make his escape, Masters whips around and clamps his fingers around Damian’s wrist with a vice grip.

“Really Daniel I thought we were over-“ Masters pauses, looking at Damian critically as he glares at the man’s offending hand, “You are not young Daniel.”

“Remove your hand from my person at once,” Damian growls.

Instead of listening to Damian’s very sensible directions, Masters tightens his grip and twists his arm, most likely in an attempt to hurt him.

“Now why is a child attempting to-“

Damian doesn’t wait to hear the rest of the man’s words, sliding a dagger into his other hand and swinging towards him, until that hand is caught mid-movement as well.

“Heh-Hey there!”

Damian snaps his head to the side just in time to see Grayson take his dagger and slide it into his pocket. He ignores the bark of laughter he hears from across the room.

Masters’ hand disappears from his arm suspiciously fast, “Mr. Wayne, what a pleasure!”

Damian looks over his other shoulder to see his father standing behind him, a thin smile on his face, “Vladimir!”

His father’s figure quickly obscures his vision, putting an arm over Masters’ shoulders in a way that clearly makes him irritated but forces him to follow as he is steered away.

“Dami, I thought we talked about the stabbing at formal events,” Grayson says through a strained smile as he looks over the crowd to make sure no else saw.

“Tt, it was merely a demonstration of my skills, he was in no real danger until he refused to release me. I simply sought to correct that mistake.”

Grayson pinchesthe bridge of his nose, “Demonstration for who, Dames? We all already know your skills.”

“Tt,” Damian scowls and turns away.

Instead of pushing it, Grayson simply sighs heavily, “Just stay out of trouble for the rest of the gala okay? We’re almost done.”

Damian scoffed and waited for Grayson to leave. Once he does, Damian finally looks over to where he had been lingering with the boy.

Gone.

Clearly he’d taken the cowards way out when he’d seen that Damian had been accosted by Masters.

Pitiful.

Damian spends the rest of the night scowling from the wall and looking serendipitously for a head of black hair and blue eyes unrelated to him.

Of course it’s not until they are actively leaving that Damian sees him and immediately splits off of from his family.

He approaches with irritation, preparing to grab the other by the shoulder when suddenly he turns around and blue eyes meet Damian’s green.

“You,” Damian sneers.

“Me,” The other shrugs. He has an amused smile on his face, though it was strained at the edges.

They stare in silence for a minute, before the other’s smile grows and sharpens once more, “I didn’t expect you to actually try to stab him, y’know,” A slight laugh escapes him, “Not that it was unwelcome by any means, but still, unexpected.”

Damian scowls again, glaring at this foolish civilian.

“Oh, I never introduced myself did I?!”

The boy exclaims and holds out a hand, smile dangerous, “Daniel Fenton. Or if we’re being technical,” a pause as Damian finally returns the gesture and finds his hand trapped, “Daniel Masters, a pleasure to meet you Damian.”

“Hurry up little badger,” A voice says beside them, and Damian notices that it is indeed Vladimir Masters.

The man approaches, placing a heavy hand on Fenton’s shoulder, making the boy go taut, and then they both step into a dark car, leaving Damian on the front steps.

Damian’s anger flares and he shoots a glare directly to the boy getting into the car. It dies the moment they meet eyes and Damian sees the fear hiding in the other’s eyes.

Fear that Damian is all too familiar with.

Fear that reminded Damian of himself. Reminded him of his own eyes when he’d been under his grandfather.

But why did Fenton look like that?

[surelysilly]

the eleventh age of magic

Not too many folks like Balance, y'know?

my piece for @dpxdc-worldscollide! i did a desktop background, and it and the zine are free to download so go check it out to see all the awesome work everyone did <3

smth smth a post-AGIT au, clockwork's apprentice Danny finds himself embroiled in yet more problems over something called the Cosmic Logs and all because he wanted to embody something as simple as Balance smdh

[blue-lotus333]

💀Goddesses of death💀

Ereshkigal: Mesopotamian goddess of death, the dead, and the underworld.

Ereshkigal is the queen of the underworld, the keeper of balance, the punisher of evil & maintains order against chaos. She may have also been associated with the earth & the waters of life in Mesopotamian legend. She was associated with the city of Kutha and featured in the myth of Inanna's Descent to the Underworld. She was also connected to other deities such as Nergal, Ninazu, and Ningishzida. Ereshkigal was said to be the sister of Inanna.

Oya: African Goddess/orisha of death, storms, winds & thunder.

Oya is a powerful goddess/orisha in Nigeria who controls storms and death and is married to the thunder god, Shango. She is a shape-shifter who often appears as a mortal woman or animal while overseeing justice and bringing sudden change. She is also a guardian of women and the dead, able to call forth death or delay it. Oya is associated with rebirth and magic, and her favorite colors are maroon and copper.

The Keres: Greek goddesses of Death, bloodshed & violence.

The Keres were female death spirits and goddesses who personified violent death. They were drawn to bloody, intense deaths on battlefields and were daughters of Nyx, Goddess of Night. They did not have the power to kill but would wait and then feast on the dead. They were described as dark beings with gnashing teeth & claws, with a thirst for human blood. They would hover over the battlefield and search for dying/ wounded men.

The Morrigan: Irish Goddess of death, fate, war & sovereignty.

The Morrígan, also called the Phantom Queen, is a bewitching goddess associated with war and fate, often appearing as a crow, encouraging bravery and strength in battle, & foretells doom or victory. The Morrígan is often described as a trio of sisters, representing the goddess's role as a guardian and warrior. She can appear in many forms like an old woman, a crow, a beautiful sorceress, or a fearsome creature.

Mictecacihuatl: Aztec Goddess of death & the underworld.

Also known as the Lady of the Dead, Alongside Mictlantecuhtli, her consort, she rules over Mictlán, the lowest Aztec underworld realm. She guides the departed souls on their transformative journey from life to the afterlife and embodies the profound duality of existence. The Dia de los Muertos is a vibrant festival that allows families to honor deceased loved ones with ofrendas and calavera imagery, inspired by Mictecacihuatl, who is now called Santa La muerte.

Kali-ma: Hindu Goddess of destruction, death, change & time.

Kali-ma is the wrathful & protective force of Shakti (energy), She's a caring mother to her devotees/innocent people and the destroyer of evil, she expresses the dual nature of the destruction that must come before new beginnings. Kali ma embodies the power of all, transcending good & evil to protect her people against negativity. Kali ma is Mother Nature, primordial, nurturing, and devouring, She is vested in freeing beings, granting salvation.

Hel: Norse Goddess of death, the underworld & decay.

Hel, the half living and half dead goddess, is one of Loki's children, and rules over the realm of the dead, she mostly receives those who died of illness or old age in her realm. Hel is often depicted as a fearsome figure, and in Her realm, Helheim, is considered one of the nine worlds in Norse cosmology and is located in the lowest part of the universe. In the events of Ragnarok, Hel plays a crucial role. It is foretold that she will lead an army of the dead to fight against the gods.

Morana: Slavic Goddess of death, winter, magic & dreams.

Morana is a Slavic goddess associated with seasonal agrarian rites based on the idea of death and rebirth of nature. the death of Morana at the end of winter becomes the rebirth of Spring of the Goddess Vesna, representing the coming of Spring, joy & life. She is still worshipped to this day and is often described as a vengeful, powerful goddess. She is married to the spring/love God Yarilo but their relationship is not seen as healthy.

Izanami: Japanese Goddess of Death, darkness & creation.

Izanami is a Shintō creation mother goddess who became the Japanese goddess of death after she died while giving birth. Her name, Izanami, means ''the female who invites.''. She can create many lands and other divine beings, has the power of death and could command gods/spirits of the underworld. Izanami & Izanagi are the creators of the Japanese archipelago and the creators of the powerful deities Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo.

[thehollowprince]

A good Screenrant article? Color me surprised.

"Most viewers assume Qui-Gon was right to believe Anakin needed to be trained - but surprisingly, George Lucas seems to think it was a mistake.

"George Lucas believed Qui-Gon was wrong to decide to train Anakin Skywalker in Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace. Many viewers see Qui-Gon Jinn as the perfect Jedi, the embodiment of everything the Order was supposed to represent. He is a rebel against the Council, alone and uncorrupted, a champion of the underdog who recognizes Anakin Skywalker's potential. The reality, of course, is that Qui-Gon is a lot more nuanced; he's as flawed as any other Jedi, and in fact, George Lucas considered him even more flawed.

"Lucas expressed his own view in an interview with Cut Magazine in 1999 (via David Talks SW). In his view, Qui-Gon shares the same faults as Anakin; he is spontaneous and reckless, with Obi-Wan Kenobi providing him a sense of balance. What's more, Lucas surprisingly suggested Qui-Gon made a mistake in insisting the Jedi should train Anakin.

"I think it is obvious that he [Qui-Gon] was wrong in Episode I and made a dangerous decision, but ultimately, this decision may be correct. The 'phantom menace' refers to the force of the dark side of the universe. Anakin will be taken over by dark forces, which in turn destroy the balance of the Galaxy, but the individual who kills the Emperor is Darth Vader - also Anakin."

"It is certainly ironic that Lucas believes it "obvious" Qui-Gon shouldn't have trained Anakin. The modern consensus is that Qui-Gon was the one Jedi who could have saved Anakin, the only one who truly understood the prophecy of the Chosen One.

"The general view is that the Jedi Council was wrong to initially reject Anakin. Lucas takes a different view, though, suggesting Anakin's training was, in fact, the mistake that doomed the order. It's fascinating to imagine how the Star Wars saga would have played out if Anakin didn't join the Jedi; the most likely scenario is that he'd have been taken in by the people of Naboo as a hero, and no doubt he and Padmé would have gotten together anyway. Padmé wouldn't have held Anakin back when he began dreaming of his mother's death, so this Anakin would never have built up the fear of loss to the cataclysmic degree seen in Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith. Amazingly, this is probably the happiest path Anakin could have taken - and he was denied it because of Qui-Gon Jinn's choice.

Personal Note: I don't like the insinuation that the Jedi "held Anakin back" from pursuing his visions to save his mother because by his own admissions, they were just dreams. By the time he himself finally decided to do something about it, it was too late. But aside from that, I agree with everything else.

"It's significant that the will of the Force had Anakin brought up on Tatooine, a world outside the Republic, where he wouldn't be found by the Jedi. In his impetuousness, Qui-Gon insisted the Chosen One should be trained by the Jedi - but there's nothing to indicate the prophecy of the Chosen One suggested any such thing. Unsurprisingly, Lucas' perspective on the Star Wars saga is entirely convincing, even if it does run against the general view. Things worked out in the end, of course, but only after a whole lot of chaos on a galactic scale."

[lovehotelreservation]

Escort

Summary: There’s strength in numbers, but sometimes being alone is what you need most.

Rating: R

Pairing: F!Reader/Sonny

**Warning: contains themes of stalking, unhealthy/possessive behavior, & groping!**

lord free me from the australian

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The reassurance of another presence.

City life was an experience of being surrounded by a mass of people yet still managing to feel lonely regardless. Not clicking with colleagues at work, savoring what little personal space that a packed and busy subway allowed, the noise of neighboring families and roommates within the entirety of an apartment complex building–to be enveloped yet still experience isolation.

But there was balance, as you had come to experience while living alone in the city.

After clocking out for the day and saying your goodbyes to the friendly security guard, you could enjoy a latte with adorably crafted foam art by the ever jovial barista, Alban. During your daily commute on the subway, you were texting back and forth with Uki–a friend from college–on plans for an approaching hang out and the interpretation of a recent psychic reading. The noise that often plagued your apartment never bothered you much anyhow since you could always find refuge at the downtown library where the kind yet teasing archivist Fulgur could offer you new recommendations.

By this, you weren’t fully isolated from all human contact.

Yet it was during certain moments of loneliness that made you feel unnerved.

While parting ways with Alban as he closed up the cafe, it was the sensation of someone peering at you from the evening shadows.

As you texted Uki on the subway, it was the phantom touch of fingers creeping along your waist or the hem of your skirt that felt too targeted to simply be an accident or a random groper.

Wandering through the library was meant to be a leisurely adventure, yet as of late, you were instinctively hurrying your steps to Fulgur’s office, gripped by the thought of being followed.

Those were the moments when you craved to be alone, to be free of the fascination of those prying eyes, this obsessive presence.

You knew this building anxiety was soon going to drive you mad–this was no way to live after all.

And so, on a day when there was a downpour, the city swept with shadows and gloom, you blurted out a plea for company as you left work, your face flustered, your fingers digging into the strap of your bag.

By contrast to the moody gray clouds above, the friendly security guard of your company office was a needed ray of sunshine.

He pretty much embodied such radiance, with his bright blonde locks, the gentle look in his amethyst eyes, and the warm smile he showed as he nodded in response to your request.

Sonny Brisko was someone you could trust.

And what a blessing his presence served. He loomed so much taller above you and even out of his work uniform, he still looked so mighty and strong even in a cap, a white t-shirt and black jogger pants. Somehow, during this one trek back home, you felt peace at last from those creeping eyes, perverse fingers, and haunting presence.

The shining armor of your knight was a blue athleisure jacket and a black face mask and you couldn’t be more thankful.

Soon, your apartment complex was within sight at last. By now, night had completely swept over the city and with the stormy weather above, the light of the entrance lobby was blacked out as was the green light for the electronic passcode keypad.

A sign of a power outage.

It was a minor inconvenience, but one you could work around as you drew out your key to open the side door manually.

Your intention was to navigate your way up the stairway with the light of your phone on your lonesome.

Sonny’s hand reached for your wrist.

Gently, of course.

It was too dangerous to go alone, he remarked.

He did not mind escorting you further and the low dulcet timber of his voice was something you couldn’t resist.

You lived a few floors up, but he remarked how he was used to climbing a similar set flight of stairs.

All the while his hand rested along the small of your back as he ushered you through the darkness, the light of his phone and yours guiding your path.

He was close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body heat.

It was comforting at first, but as you got closer to your apartment, you couldn’t help but feel a chill that was slowly clawing its way into your body.

Something within your mind told you that loneliness was absolutely necessary as soon as possible.

Your front door was within reach soon enough.

You whipped out your key as quickly as you offered your thanks to Sonny, right as your eyes caught his.

Where there was once warmth and comfort was something crazed and dark.

Your door was barely open when his hand reached for your wrist once again.

Possessively, of course.

His large and daunting frame of his once brought a sense of protection and security earlier.

Now it was being used to make his way into your home, your sanctuary, all while his fingers reached for your cheeks, cupping them lovingly as he hummed with an all too sweet smile,

“You look lonely, love. Why don’t you let me in?”

[leonawriter]

If you think about it, the Yaldabaoth Deal Ending of the base game is basically Akira’s version of Maruki’s reality.

No one has to worry about anything, because god [Akira] solves all of their problems for them. While Maruki adjusts reality through cognition, Joker, under the name of the Phantom Thieves (regardless of whether the others are still around or if they’re still locked up in the Velvet Prison), continues to change hearts.

But while it’s the ultimate end of Akira’s saviour complex, playing into the darker side of his wanting to save and reform the world practically single-handedly, and how he can summon what’s basically a demon, it also goes against his principles as someone who’s been going through the Fool’s Journey, growing and learning past himself.

If this had been anything like the previous two entries, this would have been the turning point where the Fool Arcana undergoes some sort of transformation, and after this point reuniting with the Phantom Thieves would unlock Judgement, but Judgement was already taken up by Sae for the sake of framing the story up until the end of November.

So, effectively, it’s out of character (sorry to those who like it!) for the True Ending, just as the Accomplice route in P4G is OOC for Yu’s true ending.

I use those terms because some thoughts came to mind on seeing it referred to as the ending where he “saves all his friends but two, Akechi and Mona” and then talking about how it affects Morgana, as the incarnation of humanity’s hope (Morgana isn’t seen in that ending at all).

The way it relates to Morgana is - to me - simple and straightforward, because in a reality where everyone is relying on a higher power, and they’ve all given up free will and the ability to choose for themselves, the idea of “hope” (which Morgana embodies) is no longer needed. He... likely disappears the same way the Thieves do before Yaldabaoth’s deal is offered.

Akechi, though, is more down to interpretation, but I think it’s like this-

Akechi’s entire purpose in the plot up until this point has been to be the antithesis of what the Phantom Thieves represent. He goes on TV and says to the world “The Phantom Thieves are wrong for forcing someone’s mind into a shape they prefer, and effectively brainwashing them.” 

During the events of the game, many of targets - not all but many - are beyond the reach of the law, and there’s literally no other way for the victims to gain justice other than through “sacrilegious acts” for the sake of their own justice. And yeah, I’m implying Akira has at least some understanding that Changes of Heart aren’t things good, decent people do. But just as Arsène says, he’s willing to get his hands dirty.

Left unchecked, the Phantom Thieves can let things go to their heads, as we see prior to the Okumura arc, and it’s only by having someone who stands against them, that they’re balanced out, and that we can reach January. We SEE how Akechi fights against Maruki, and everything he stands for. 

So with that in mind, where IS Akechi in the Deal ending?

In my eyes, either he’s dead (possible, especially if you didn’t max his confidant in time, or if you go with “he was resurrected with the power of gay when reality got fixed in February”), or... he’s left in disgust, because Akira has become the very thing that Akechi hates the most. Someone who brainwashes people, who forces others’ hearts into a shape he prefers, and who takes away their control and free will.

It’s easy to imagine that the Yaldabaoth deal where, in spite of Akechi being the god of control’s original choice, and is the one where Akira works with Yaldabaoth, is actually one of two ways you can effectively reverse Akechi’s Confidant. One would be by taking Maruki’s deal (he even says “the deal’s off” when he leaves) and another would be here, because what is “confidant” other than “one you can trust in confidence,” and how can you call a person that if you can’t trust them anymore?

[gorekissed]

unprompted starter for @chainsofguilt

The neon-soaked streets of Tokyo were Sayuri’s kingdom. Not the shimmering, tourist-trap side, with its perfectly-lit ramen shops and chirping advertisements, but the underbelly, the festering wound of the city. Here, where shadows clung to rain-slicked concrete like second skins and the air vibrated with a different kind of energy.

This was a labyrinth of shadowed alleys, where chipped paint peeled from damp walls, and the stench of decay mingled with the metallic tang of rain. Ghouls hunted here, the most desperate and broken, their hunger for life manifesting as a raw, barely-contained violence. The scent of fear, thick and cloying, was as potent as the savory steam rising from the ramen stalls on the main drags; a constant reminder of the stakes in this grimy ecosystem.

Sayuri's reputation, a carefully constructed mosaic of whispered warnings and chilling anecdotes, preceded her around these parts of the city. Here, in the loose confederation of alleys and forgotten corners, the whispers went silent, choked in the throat, when she passed. The petty squabbles over scraps and territory ceased, freezing mid-sentence, like a forgotten melody. Even the most desperate ghouls, their eyes glinting with madness and hunger, dared not cross her path, their instincts screaming of the danger she embodied. 

She moved with a predator’s grace, each step deliberate and silent, her dark hair falling like a cascade of darkness around her pale face. The pallor of her skin accentuated the razor-sharp angles of her cheekbones and the unsettling intensity of her gaze. Tonight, the air thrummed with a restless tension, a low vibration that resonated deep within her bones. It was a familiar hum, but tonight, it felt… different, like a discordant note in a familiar symphony. The usual balance was subtly disturbed. She found the source of the anomaly near the dilapidated warehouse she’d claimed as her own – a skeletal structure of rusted metal and crumbling brick. A figure, lean and wiry, his form outlined against the faint glow of a distant streetlamp, was kicking at a rusted metal door, his movements jerky and agitated. He was muttering to himself, low, strangled growls that bordered on madness, each syllable laced with desperation. His words, indistinct and swallowed by the night, hinted at a turmoil that mirrored her own.

Sayuri watched from the deeper shadows, her gaze unwavering, a flicker of amusement – cold and sharp as shattered glass – momentarily lighting her usually icy stare. This wasn’t another hapless human prey, lost and bewildered, stumbling into the wrong part of town. No, this was... something else entirely. A dangerous current ran beneath the surface of his ragged appearance, a volatile cocktail of rage, desperation and a simmering pain that resonated with an uncomfortable familiarity. He exuded a potent energy, the raw, untamed kind that was both fascinating and perilous.

He finally managed to wrench the door open, the screech of metal echoing in the oppressive silence of the night like a scream ripped from the throat of the warehouse itself. He stumbled inside, disappearing into the inky blackness within, and Sayuri followed, drawn by a morbid curiosity. She moved like a phantom, her footsteps soundless on the damp earth, her presence veiled by skilled ease.

She found him in the center of the warehouse's ruins, pacing like a caged animal. The vastness of the space only seemed to amplify his restlessness, his every movement echoing in the emptiness. His spiky, two-toned hair, a chaotic mix of black and blonde, was a disheveled mess, each strand a testament to his inner turmoil. His eyes, wide and bloodshot, darted around the space with a frantic, almost manic intensity, searching for an escape that didn't exist. They were like the eyes of a wounded animal, caged and desperate, capable of both self-destruction and unpredictable violence. And then, in the dim light leaking from the open doorway, she recognized him. Kazutora Hanemiya. The notorious ex-member of the Tokyo Manji Gang, his name a hushed, cautionary whisper on the lips of the city’s underworld, a byword for chaos, unbridled violence and a darkness that seemed to precede him. He was freshly out of prison, his freedom still a tenuous thing, and the scent of confinement – stale cigarettes, disinfectant and a lingering hopelessness – clung to him like stale smoke.

Sayuri leaned against a support beam, her form blending effortlessly with the shadows. She let him rant, a torrent of curses and frustrated yells directed at the empty air, each word a jagged shard of pain and anger. The warehouse held him captive for now, but Sayuri knew, with a chilling certainty, that the storm brewing within Kazutora was far from over, and she was strangely compelled to watch it unfold.

"So, you're always this entertaining?" Her voice, like soft velvet, eventually broke through the darkness, hinting at amusement. She emerged from the shadows, her shape now clear, effectively ending his energetic display. "I think I'll keep you around for a bit."

[haikuprajna]

Space knights save the Queen, // the fate of the galaxy // balanced by the One

... Star Wars - Episode I: The Phantom Menace ... Haiku Prajna [Book Review]

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Hello reader,

Been on a Star Wars binge, reading the novelizations for the Skywalker Saga and other books featuring Anakin/Vader, starting with Terry Brooks’s “The Phantom Menace”, a story about a boy liberated from the desert planet Tatooine who finds himself in the middle of a sci-fi fantasy with knights protecting the Queen of Naboo from an assassin in league with the living embodiment of darkness.

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Thank you for reading,

Until next time!

Allen W. McLean

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PS.

Rest in Peace, James Earl Jones.

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[ekat-fandom-blog]

Masterpost thingy

Unless stated otherwise these are prompts. Not all are explained.

Welcome Celebration - Jason becomes a Lord/Knight of the Infinite Realms because of the All Blades.

Cass's Secret - Dragon au w/Cass & Dora

Haunted House - DannyxDamian go on a date. It ends poorly.

Best Memory, Worst Memory - Soulmate au w/ Barry and Danny

Soulmate Song - DanxDick

Meets me, Meets me not - Soulmate au w/ JazzxBruce

Fairy Tale Curse - 6 characters from DP and 6 characters from DC get cursed and have to complete 13 fairy tales.

Halfa Jason meets Jack Fenton

Whoopsie - Dick becomes a halfa.

Ghost Forms - My theory on how ghost forms work (at least for halfas)

Peter Pan AU - Danny becomes Peter Pan. JL become pirates.

Disappearing act - Justice League and Young Justice disappear. The Teen Titans (& Team Phantom) are left behind.

Electrical Trauma Fic - Nightwing triggers a trauma response in Danny.

Alternate Ric Incident - Dick becomes a halfa and meets Danny.

Date Week - Bruce and Selina go to Amity Park for a nice week off from the batkids. It doesn't go as planned.

Vlad Finds a Baby - Vlad finds a baby batkid.

Jason's Weird Day - Jason has a weird day. Dani's day is fine until she meets Jason and makes it weird.

Prompt - Danny guards some mythical beings in the watchtower

Shifter AU - Tim and Jason are cat shifters.

Immortal Enemies - Danny causes Vandal Savage's and Immortal Man's immortality.

Creepy sentence prompt

Part 1 Part 2 - Fic where sleep deprived Danny and Dani catch Klarion. Has the prompt attached.

Hogwarts Escape Room - The entire extended Justice League gets transported to a Hogwarts themed escape room and the Shazamily are the only ones that remember that fact. Edit: Might re-write this so I'm not using terf content. I haven't kept up with the Harry Potter bs and didn't realize it was that problematic until a few hours after it posted. The reason I'm leaving it as-is is because where this prompt takes place isn't too integral to the plot, but I haven't found a suitable replacement yet as it (preferably) still needs magic school ties. If anyone has suggestions, please let me know.

Batboys Boyband

Bounty Hunter DCxDP - Danny's a bounty hunter and he and his bounties run into DC heroes and villains.

Fear Toxin - Fear toxin gets an unexpected side effect.

Batfam Mythical Au Part 1 - Bruce is a dragon.

IDK What to call this one - Dani gets adopted. The Wayne's get curious. The Fenton's visit Gotham.

Bounty Hunter AU - Danny's a bounty hunter and the ghosts are his bounties.

Medieval Royal AU - Vlad is king of Wisconsin and Amity Park. This leads to Danny becoming a prince after some shenanigans.

Gods & Goddesses AU - What if the ghosts were gods instead.

Sleep Deprived Gala - Danny , Tim, and Jason go to a gala.

Adult - Captain Marvel needs an adult.

Flash meets a ghost - Flash runs into Cujo then Danny.

Proxy - Danny becomes Pariah's proxy and has to deal with anything that Pariah normally would if he was sane and awake.

Half Sibling - Prompt created by the prompt wheel. Tim is Jazz and Danny's half sibling.

Sleepy Time - Jazz, Sam, and Tucker force Danny to go to sleep. The Justice League freak out.

Dragons and Ghost - Batman's a dragon. Danny is a (half) ghost. The two are surprisingly similar.

How Monarchs are Chosen - Ghost King Danny. Dani's next in line. (I might add more in the future)

Supernatural Au - Dean!Danny and Sam!Jazz. I wouldn't say it's a crossover but I've been wrong before.

Angy Baby! - Dani finds Match and brings him to Amity Park.

Memory Loss Billy Batson - Captain Marvel forgets everything about Billy.

Stuck in the Ghost Zone - One of the DC heroes gets stuck in the Ghost Zone.

Constantine Bingo - Short fic I wrote based off the prompt. (prompt included)

Milk Blood - Based on the writing prompt of everyone being born with milk white blood and every time you break a law your blood gets darker.

Balance Au and (my and @wildcardjoey's) Additions - Danny is Lord(or embodiment, the additions focus on 'lord' tho) of Balance.

Memory Loss Danny - Danny loses his memory and joins YJ.

Uncanny Valley - Danny moves to Gotham. He looks like the Batboys. All of them.

Unholy amount of Holidays - Headcanon about how the batfam celebrates every holiday in December.

Luthor Adopts Conner - Luthor fights Superman for custody of Conner.

[metaphysicalpistolsoraclemine]

Multidimensional Communication

On earth we exist in a blended reality system that is enduring bifurcation. The progressive disentanglement of two main organizational templates in the earth body, has manifested a blended reality system that is competing between artificial intelligence timelines and organic creator code timelines. The artificial machined layers are running metatronic coding designed to fully mutate the original human DNA into genetically engineered AI blended bodies. The artificial machined layers are fully inorganic to humanity, are technologically based and stacked in a phantom matrix which is projected out into false holograms by an artificial core manifestation template, or Artificial Tree of Life.

Therefore, when multidimensional awareness is activated into subtle energy field perceptions, it then becomes critical to comprehend how to discern the difference between these forces – artificial impostors and organic creator code source. What is the source field of these mental reality pictures or multidimensional communications, and how do they make your body feel?

Activated individuals using remote viewing or multidimensional communication will be required to reach spiritual adulthood quickly, by developing the emotional maturity to seek truth in these matters or suffer the consequences of succumbing to Archontic based deceptions. There are consequences from engaging in multidimensional communication with AI driven entities and their sophisticated mental holograms that are used as consciousness traps, as many traps use astral glamour to generate egoic programs of spiritual ambition and hero-savior-messiah complexes to continue to loop and perpetuate the victim-victimizer software. The consequence of AI entanglements instigates a lack of energetic coherence which increases mental fracturing, emotional fragility and a lack of empathy, as AI nano encoded downloads will substantially weaken the mental body and lightbody functions into a downward spiral of erupting chaotic forces and erratic behaviors.  What is imperative is to focus upon building energetic coherence through heart-based centering, and strengthening personal balance within multidimensional orientation, in order to hold a strong neutral still point. Harmonizing the inner and outer energies that you are being exposed to through maintaining strong observer consciousness, especially during energy sessions and multidimensional communication. Otherwise stated, this is the ability to hold inner peace and calm no matter what you perceive, while in the midst of external forces erupting into utter chaos.  

The lack of understanding and mental confusion about the nature of the reality and the war over consciousness on earth is what blocks awakening individuals from perceiving the larger truth in the matter. When we gain a larger awareness of the macrocosmic view, this allows a vantage point by which to connect more of the dots into a cohesive whole, that makes sense to a clear and sane mind. The more perceptual awareness we gain through integrative spiritual embodiment of our higher consciousness bodies, the more energetic coherence we also gain to perceive the macrocosmic picture of what is really happening on the earth. When we perceive the macrocosmic picture, it includes the war over consciousness, and then when we encounter strange energetic phenomena, we are equipped to discern more easily what is based in artificial intelligence, imposters or organic creator code. Sometimes it contains a mixture of all of it, which will help with finding stronger discernment of the content in the message.

The war over consciousness on earth uses sophisticated artificial intelligence and alien machinery for mind control and perceptual interference for the purpose of psychological and spiritual warfare, to subjugate the population of earth to submit to consciousness slavery. Thus, the ability to discern false information being used in deceptive narratives, enforced by the imposters to manipulate and control perception, requires the individual clearly understand the motivations behind those committing military grade psycho-spiritual warfare. With this deeper knowledge, along with the cultivated ability to access energetic coherence through the synthesis of the higher heart-brain, gives rise to receiving more authentic information from the living crystal heart of the truth spirit. Our inner spirit communicates from our heart complex with much higher accuracy, to give us a proper assessment of the downloaded information or the current energetic conditions we find ourselves in. Gaining knowledge about the macrocosm protects and strengthens us as we have access to information that allows us to make more informed decisions about where we place our intent, consent and authority.

When we do not understand the mechanics behind multidimensional communication and perceptual awareness of the energetics in the environment as a natural process of bio-spiritual ascension, then it is extremely difficult for the individual to be able to decipher and discern the source of the energy contact through which these higher sensory functions actually emerge. This vulnerability is exploited aggressively by the Controlling forces and dark entities who employ every level of psychological warfare and sophisticated false flag manipulation tactics, through mental holograms that target awakening individuals to mind control and manipulate their perceptions into falsehoods or twisted half-truths.

Reading Energy Fields

The multidimensional language of light, sound and symbols are the carriers through which interdimensional communication can take place, between any kind of living consciousness entity and energetic structure that exits across dimension and beyond time.  It is important to understand that this is how multidimensional communication is transmitted and exchanged throughout the layers of energy fields, such as when communicating with interdimensional entities or reading intelligent information that is contained within timelines. Interdimensional entities that are benevolent, hostile and neutral all use this same form of multidimensional communication, the language of light and sound. The NAA have fused the native language of humanity with artificial intelligence technology in order to clone, replicate and mimic human biology and the human soul-spirit anatomy on multiple artificial planes, in which they exert control over this language to interfere with perceptual awareness.

Thus, the dark entities abuse this method of false light cloning of DNA signals with assorted electromagnetic technology, as a method of directing artificial machinery for the purpose of psycho-spiritual warfare. These are the silent weapons used in a quiet war to target awakening humans in order to keep them confused, fearful, distracted from the truth and believing in the controlled narrative. Assorted nanotechnology, vaccinations and chemical sprays combined with electromagnetic consciousness sweeps are used to suppress consciousness levels, by targeting demographic areas of the earth in which swaths of people are known to be awakening. Many that activate their innate abilities are told that they have mental illness and require pharmaceuticals, in order to turn off the genetic switches that enable the DNA’s natural function of reading and sensing energies in the environment.

This higher sensory skill set is generally automatic and even pre-loaded for those individuals that are natural intuitive empaths, as they have retained more of their energy receivers and transmitters within their lightbody, that allow them to more easily sense and read an assortment of energy fields. Millennials and younger children that have not undergone puberty, tend to retain their empathic skillsets until they are over vaccinated or indoctrinated to forget while in the educational system or working environments. Telempathic children have been used in the black military operations for nearly 80 years as psychic intuitives to gather intelligent information for carrying out an array of secret projects. Thus, this higher sensory ability is well known to be naturally occurring in human beings and is purposely hidden and vilified in the mainstream by the Controllers to prevent mainstream knowledge of the fact. The public has been brainwashed through extensive gaslighting tactics and fear, to deny their own consciousness experiences, while also denying the validity of other human being’s perceptions when activated to read energy fields. All of these higher sensory experiences are classified in the 3D narrative under unapproved topics and they attempt to punish those who openly talk about it. Since the NAA invasion, humanity has been mind controlled and socially engineered to delegate power to an outside authority of control, which intentionally withholds knowledge of multidimensional anatomy in order to enforce blind obedience and hijack this natural ability, which is a full attack made against personal self-sovereignty.

As individuals awaken their spiritual bodies, more of these natural abilities to read multidimensional energy fields and sense entities and their structures becomes available. It is further developed through cultivating the observer point and directing single minded focus through the higher mental bodies that are inherent in the mental matrices that are comprised in the spiritual body layers. As an individual intends to develop their consciousness and spiritual bodies, along with their unique DNA signature, it is possible to experience consciousness transport activities that include remote viewing and sensing a variety of energy phenomena that co-exist in the many different layers of dimensional fields. This can include an array of various entities of human or nonhuman origin and their energy structures, as well as machinery, implants, architecture, and entire realities which can be sensed as artificial or organic to this creation. The potentials of what can be sensed and explored energetically in the dimensional fields are indeed limitless. The caveat is that the mind must be incredibly strong and stable, fearless and anchored in the truth spirit, in order to withstand the immense pressure of knowing truth. What we fear controls us.

The intention, skill and accuracy through which an awakened individual can activate the natural ability to ‘read the field’ is relative to the removal of fears, the full dedication to Service to Others, and placing total single-minded mental concentration to discipline and transcend the dysfunctions of the negative ego mind. While sensing the field, to regain discernment and increase accuracy of sourcing a variety of phenomena, it becomes critical to understand the war over timelines, and to be able to identify artificial technology projections of mental holograms, versus authentic communication with organic creator code and organic consciousness sourcing from the truth spirits. The information is still filtered at the consciousness level the individual embodies; however, the source will be much more pristine and spiritually healthy, as truth spirits always advocate for full consciousness freedom and support personal sovereignty for every individual.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

In Descant, how does Ganondorf command monsters? By turning them loose in a direction of his choosing, by using magic to enthrall them, through negotiation, or varies depending on the intelligence. I remember reading lizalfos warred with the Zora in BOTW and had structure enough to have a general

So... To be honest, I kind of decided to be a little sparse on the magical worldbuilding to avoid causing myself a concussion given this is originally a side-project and not something meant to consume my every waking thought (this is not going great right now but I'll stir it back under control eventually). I do have one, however, and it's loosely related to this.

(I kind of infodump about my magic system instead of really answering the question sorry sorry)

I decided to use the basis of the different "realms" of magical abilities embodied by the Sages in OoT: so Light, Forest, Fire, Water, Shadow and Spirit. Each of these elements encompass both a very literal manipulation of this element (whenever possible, right Spirit :) :) :) ) and a more complicated manipulation of energies associated with this element. For example: Shadow magic involves manipulating darkness directly (making a place spookier or shrouding oneself), but taken to an extreme it also encompasses decay, fear, everything dissimulated --and also, because of the nature of what is most hidden, truth. Fire is about arson, and it's also about drive and consumption; Forest is about the neat little trees, and it's also about growth and patience and ancient knowledge, etc etc. Part of mastering a given element is deepening your understanding and of just everything it really encompasses and the very complex web of how it truly affects reality, and how you can inject your own input of energy to affect it to your liking.

So a lot of basic monsters in Descant are kind of bound to being fueled by a given type of magic --and so sometimes it's just that there's Vibes in a place and so monsters appear there as a coproduct, and sometimes (and Ganondorf loves to do this) through upsetting said Vibes of a place, you can mess up the internal balance and generate an "infection", aka drastically and brutally change the magical ecosystem and invoking a bunch of things by doing so. In this kind of situation, Ganondorf isn't bound to these creatures like an invoker would be (like they don't have to obey him through a magical contract or anything), but given he generally is the person in the room with the most mastery over the type of magic that fuels the monsters he encouraged the proliferation of, the loose alliegeance happens pretty naturally. They serve his purposes, even if half-consciously and not in a way that he can use to make complex strategies like he would with actual soldiers or more complicated creations (like his phantoms).

Then, for more complex cultures where the monsters are not gohmas or redeads or things like this, I think there might be negotiations or something of a higher caliber going on but it's not a part of Descant I focused on a lot and I mostly brushed over it for the sake of uhhh narrative simplification, because it was already spinning out of control!!!

Thank you so much for your curiosity!!

[usagimen]

          Since it’s been Elden Ring brain rot, thinking of Sayuri’s time with the Rose Church. She’s an entity that seems to drift among the lands between,without any indication of who she was or where she came from. Though, at some point she does cryptically speak of studying the distant stars && theories of unraveling faint amongst other scholars, indicating there probably was a time she was one of the seldom seen of Raya Lucaria. Her motivations are ambiguous as she is neither good nor evil, keeping an equal balance on the two. While she leans more into a war surgeon at this point of her life, Sayuri was coded for magic, she is an equally curious woman with an endless hunger for knowledge.

   Then, this also raises another factor; no one can quite make out her form as she is constantly cloaked from head to toe. Seldom is she seen without a white mask or her surgical garments, even when traveling && studying the infliction of blight, the madness that swept over, along with how it taints. Her role within the church is an archevalist thus she holds little sway for her belief in the Two Fingers or what Mohg’s true ambitions behold, though, like the rest of his followers she is more than willing to help the process. This might stem from a personal headcanon but, while gathering information, it does feel strangely hint those who follow Mohg’s beliefs in a dynasty of revival are outliers.

     Thus, Sayuri is one as she is something akin to that of a phantom that never solidified her roots, she is known for her wit && benevolence, but also her ruthless nature. She is a woman without direction who seems to guide others as she once did during her scholastic life, for Tarnished that come across her, she is a fingermaiden. Which in itself is a paradox considering her indifferent towards the two fingers or maybe this is a clever way of pulling strings for her own moral ambitions, it’s yet to be deciphered. In her bad ending, she can be sacrificed to aid the Tarnish in becoming Elden Lord, while the good ending is the pair being bonded for eternity (whatever you deem the dynamic to be that is highly up to the relationship, so it can be platonic). 

She is best represented by blades, daggers ,small swords && embodies that of blood roses. There is only one portrait that indicates Sayuri’s true form or facial structure that is blemished heavily, instead of a cosmic hue of green like her usual verses, her eyes are quite venomous. Thus, even behind her mask, she is known to be rather intimidating from the color alone.   

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Phyllis Geist is based on Phantasma from Scooby-Doo And The Ghoul School. She is a 23 year old ghost, librarian, and uses she/her pronouns. She has the power of head spinning, invisibility, psychokinesis and floating. Phyllis portrayed by Madelyn Cline and she is taken.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Everyone knew about ghosts --- they were the embodiment of people’s souls when they departed from their human form. But what about ghosts that had never known a beating heart? Phyllis was born to parents that had already became phantoms themselves. She couldn’t say she minded, it was all that she knew. It was annoying more than anything. She couldn’t drink milkshakes, she couldn’t pet puppies, and sometimes she vanished mid-conversation. She was lucky enough to be accepted into Miss Grimwood’s, a school that focused on werewolves, vampires and the like. She was able to make friends that understood her oddities, even if they were different from their own, and learned how to navigate her abilities so they were useful rather than a problem. Despite being, well, dead, Phyllis was a lively girl. She was bubbly and optimistic, full of energy and passion. Her biggest passion, she found at a young age, was the organ. Though she couldn’t physically touch the keys, she found her own way to control the instrument, and began to write her own music. While she was comfortable at school, she often found herself wondering what would happen when she graduated and was surrounded by humanity again. That was something she was forced to find out sooner rather than later, when she awoke with the others in Evermore. As a ghost, being stuck in one place had never been an issue. The fact that she couldn’t leave and her parents couldn’t get to her was hard to wrap her head around. While she did miss her family, she didn’t worry too much about getting back to them --- she had forever to do that. Getting used to her new lifestyle was hard, but it was exciting. Phyllis was a glass half full kind of girl, and she was happy to make new friends, even if she worried they would eventually start questioning her inability to lift things and open doors. Working at the library was pretty easy, she could stock shelves while no one was around to see her moving objects with her mind, and while she knew eventually someone was bound to find out, for the time, Phyllis is just trying to balance her hobbies and her social life... or whatever you’d call it.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Sarah Triste: Her favorite coworker, Sarah is the exact opposite of her, but she loves that. She doesn’t talk much, but when she does, she always has interesting things to say. ❀ Clay Nickel: He’s so funny! Maybe the funniest person Phyllis has met so far! Sometimes he isn’t even trying to be, but he has her laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe if she had to. ❀ Usagi Tsukino: It would be weird if the two of them didn’t get along. Phyllis decided they were practically best friends after their first meeting, and the feeling seems to be mutual so far.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

[writerofjourneys]

cCan i do a small ice breaker? like a small teehee question? 🗣

if yes, then i wanna hear your opinions on akechi, the guy, the bro, the man that got his carefully planned years long revenge plot absolutely destroyed with breakfast food. the one and only that embodies my emotions when im experiencing That Time Of The Month.

imo, im so glad that he got fleshed out more in royal. he was like a surprisingly breath of fresh air cause, like, while the thieves are pretty positive and great, i really wanted someone that was like the opposite or something like that. third semester was lowk one of the best additions in the entire game despite uh.. a certain gymnast..

either way, im lowk looking forward to akechi's and entwined hearts!reader's dynamic.. like omg imagine the awkwardness.. happy valentines by the way, hope this isn't too much a bother!

Well, Happy belated Valentine’s Day to you. So, my opinions on Akechi, huh? Well he is an interesting character for Persona 5, similar to Adachi from Persona 4. He balances out well with Joker since they’re meant to be two sides of the same coin. He’s a character with a lot of layers and complexity, an interesting backstory. He brings a lot to the table and his involvement really helps the direction of Persona 5’s plot, including Third Semester. Akechi’s rivalry and opposing characteristics of Joker and the Phantom Thieves are important. Kinda like Arsène and Sherlock Holmes. And of course we get to understand why he is the way he is.

Though despite it all I personally don’t like him. But I do like his character in a story sense. I can get behind his character and all, but I don’t have to be a fan to do so. Despite Akechi’s tragedies and struggles, he is technically a sadistic psychotic murderer who manipulates and uses people to further his agenda no matter what until he stops. Nothing can really excuse that. That’s a choice. I can’t say I was moved by his sacrifice, but I understand it is for his character arc. He did have no problem showing zero hesitancy to kill Joker and shoot him straight in the head. He was pretty much yearning to do that.

I can’t say much about Akechi and Entwined Hearts’ Reader’s interactions will be like. Though you’d probably have a clear guess to what it’ll be like. They’re opposites on opposite sides. The tension and displeasure could cut a Shadow with a single slice. Plus, you can also say it’s similar to another tense/conflicting relationship from.. let’s say, P3? If you know the two characters I’m referring to.

[admincrow404]

Alfonse Faux

This is a little character profile for my DC OC

Name: Alfonse Faux Nickname: Alf True Identity: Entropy Hero Name: The Phantom Age: 16 (Biologically in Young Justice canon) 25 (Biologically in Justice League canon) Gender: Male (cis) Species: Lord of Chaos (Taking shape of a human) Abilities: Reality bending, elemental magic, demon magic, old magic, basic hand to hand combat. Affiliation: Cadmus (formerly), Young Justice League (Young Justice canon), None (Post season 2 Young Justice)  Justice League (Justice League canon) Backstory: Before the existence of the smallest speck of dust that is known as the universe, there existed great entities of order and chaos. The Lords of Chaos and the Lords of Order kept balance in the fledgling universe but as Chaos and Order were opposites, the two groups of Lords were natural enemies. The embodiment of disorder and randomness in the universe, Entropy, was unlike their brethren as they did not partake in destruction but would rather cause chaos through creation and bending the laws of the infant universe. They did not attempt to provoke the Lords of Order as there was no entertainment to be had in associating themselves with their natural enemy. Nor did they associated themselves with their kin.

The Lords of Order in an attempt to reduce the numbers of the Lords of Chaos, had manage to bring Entropy into a deep slumber. Entropy had laid dormant as they drifted through the cosmos for millennia. Their whereabouts remained unknown to the Lords. Entropy eventually landed on Earth during the 21st century and bounded themselves to a fetus, becoming one with the human. They awoke when the child was born. Although there was no soul bound to the fetus before Entropy’s intervention, Entropy became the soul of the child, making him virtually an incarnation of Entropy. The child was born in France to a mother that did not want him. The mother felt there was something strange with the infant. A feeling that he should not exist. The unknown mother cried and begged that the child was of the devil and should be taken away. She ultimately decided to give the child up for adoption. However, an agent of Cadmus came to speak to the mother with the goal of taking the child to Cadmus. Cadmus had been informed by one of their experts that a child of extreme magical power was born. With this information, Amanda Waller ordered someone take the child. The agent’s job was made easier as the mother already did not want the child. Perhaps she had sensed that this child was actually a being not from Earth. The agent happily took the crying red-haired infant back to Cadmus’ secret underground facility. The child was given the name Alfonse Faux. A name befitting his role in the Cadmus, a fighter who would protect Earth from alien beings and the potential threat of the Justice League. His identity would remain a secret as there were no records of him as if he did not exist. Another agent of Cadmus. The Alfonse did indeed show great magical talent. Although, his magic was far too powerful. A genomorph was used to telepathically link to the child at a young age to restrict his ability to speak and to place a block on him using his more powerful abilities. This was done to prevent the child from becoming too powerful or using spoken spells. This would allow for Cadmus to effectively mold him into a soldier that Cadmus can control. Alfonse’s childhood was full of training and experiments. The magic he was allowed to use was honed by magic specialists at Cadmus. In the time he wasn’t training or participating in experiments with his magic, he would be alone in his room that contained only a bed, a toilet, a closet, and a shower. He was given only the basic necessities he needed to live. The only entertainment he had was a ball he would throw at the wall and catch. There was no time for the living weapon to be a human. His only purpose was to be Cadmus’ sword. Despite his magical gifts, he was indeed trained in physical combat. This was more so for agility. The boy never developed much muscle or size. The Superboy was made for the physical combat, so Cadmus saw no real need for Alfonse to bulk up. Especially in case Alfonse decided to rebel, it was easier to neutralize him. Although there were times Alfonse attempted to rebel or disobey Cadmus’ orders, they had placed a shock collar on him as punishment and to keep him in line. As he aged, Cadmus would be stricter in their training and Alfonse fell victim to a significant number of shocks. There is no room for error when you are a weapon for Cadmus. Alfonse would eventually obey every order and flawlessly perform in his training in fear of punishment. He did go on a few missions for Cadmus but they were well hidden. He would mostly act as a bodyguard or an informant as his magical abilities and training with the genomorphs allowed him to stealthy infiltrate the minds of others to gain information. He would be at times stationed to be a secret bodyguard to public officials as he would remain in the shadows. However, these missions were still few and far in between as his training was not complete and Cadmus did not want to alert the Justice League of his existence yet.