#encyclopedia of villains

[wonderencyclopedia]

Name: Human Tank First Appearance: Wonder Woman #63 (1953) Creators: Robert Kanigher and H.G Peter Abilities: Protective enamel coating which grants him invulnerable skin which allows him to shrug off any attack and break apart anything by applying enough force. Wields tear gas gun.

Backstory: A greedy criminal thug, Human Tank was a man who having his skin treated with a mysterious enamel compound, gained an indestructible skin which allowed him to shrug off any force or bullet without even feeling it.

This same enamel allowed him to tear apart steel bars with his bare hands, punch through rock, and simply charge through walls to break into any building. Armed with a gun which fired tear gas in order to incapacitate those trying to apprehend him, and the Human Tank was certain that he could not be stopped.

His goal beginning and end was to make himself filthy rich and acquire vast riches by simply rolling in, grabbing whatever looked valuable and running out.

[fairsweetlonging]

you think shen yuan ever pats down his robes and has a whole heart attack cus he can't find his phone in his pockets and he starts looking around in a panic and making everyone around him also panic because he lost something!!! before then suddenly realizing—oh, right.

[ultimatetyreboi2022]

Happy Valentine's Day 2025

Yes I put (Most) of my crushes in this pic, because it felt fitting. Also I don't simp Velvette, I added her because it's Valentine's Day and she's a oc that fits for the holiday.

Peony Is Owned By Kanohi-Zeo

Black Pearl Cookie and Cilantro Cobra Cookie From Cookie Run Kingdom

Cala Maria From Cuphead

Velvette From Hazbin Hotel

Bunyip and Mothman From Monster Girl Encyclopedia

G-LO From Villainous

Mesa From Papa Louie

Ragatha From The Amazing Digital Circus

UTB, LoveTime Kelly, Velvette Valentine Owned By Me

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

ik PIDW is terrible and the entire point of scum villain is rewriting it to be good and also obviously PIDW doesnt really exist but. man i wish i could read PIDW. not bc i think it'd be good just bc id like to know it all in the way one only can when they read it. reading svsss isnt enough anymore i need to read PIDW and memorize all its stupid plants and monsters and wives and plot holes. listen. listen i intend to become sy in all ways but physical and i cant do that without PIDW

[mysticalcrowntyrant]

Bullied yandere x Reader (Chapter one)

The wind catches at your hair as you shift in your crouch, arms braced against the cool metal of the roof’s edge. The sun is high, reflecting off the school’s parking lot below, where cars sit baking like forgotten leftovers. You’re not supposed to be up here. Wyatt isn’t either, but that’s never stopped him before.

He’s sprawled out on his stomach, comic book spread wide in front of him. The pages flutter in the breeze, and he presses them down with long fingers, scowling when the wind tries to curl them up again. His thick-rimmed glasses are held together with tape at the bridge, and one of the lenses has a crack running through it. His dark hair is a perpetual mess, and you’re pretty sure he hasn’t even noticed the way it sticks up at odd angles.

You glance down at the book. A superhero, decked out in a ridiculous neon suit, is mid-battle with some monstrous creature, their dialogue crammed into exaggerated speech bubbles. Wyatt always picks the weird ones—obscure comics from some dingy corner of the convenience store, ones with heroes nobody else talks about. He’s always going on about the underdogs, the ones that never get the movies or the action figures.

“You’re breathing on me,” Wyatt mutters, pushing his glasses up his nose as he turns a page.

“You smell like peanut butter,” you counter, shifting to rest your chin on his shoulder. He twitches but doesn’t push you off.

“That’s because I eat peanut butter,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You snort but say nothing. You’re both hyper-aware of the real reason you’re up here. Down below, in the school halls, Oliver is probably still looking for you.

Oliver—who has spent the last three years making Wyatt’s life hell. Oliver—who seems to have nothing better to do than find new and creative ways to trip, shove, and humiliate him. And now? Now Oliver is looking for revenge after Wyatt, in a moment of glorious, reckless defiance, poured an entire can of cafeteria Sloppy Joe mix into his backpack when he wasn’t looking.

“Do you think he knows it was you?” you ask.

Wyatt finally looks away from his comic, his dark eyes sharp. “Considering you laughed so hard you choked on your own spit? Yeah. I think he knows.”

You wince. “I was hoping we had some plausible deniability.”

“Plausible deniability,” Wyatt echoes, deadpan, flipping another page. “Because we’re really good at subtlety.”

The wind picks up again, tugging at the comic’s pages, and you both go quiet. The school roof has become your sanctuary over the past year—a place where you can sit and exist without the ever-present tension of the hallways pressing in. It smells like tar baking in the sun, and the metal air vents hum softly with the rhythm of the building below.

You glance at Wyatt, watching the way his brow furrows as he reads. His eyes flick across the words, absorbing them at lightning speed, lips moving faintly with the dialogue. He’s a giant nerd. A massive, towering, encyclopedia-brained nerd. And yet, he’s also the only person you’d want by your side.

After a while, you murmur, “So what happens next?”

Wyatt lifts his hand, gesturing to the page. “The villain’s monologuing.”

You rest your chin on your arms, watching as the wind rustles his hair.

Absentmindedly, your fingers drift into the mess of Wyatt’s hair, pushing through the unruly strands. He stiffens, like he always does when you surprise him, but doesn’t pull away. You take that as permission and keep going, smoothing down a stubborn cowlick that refuses to stay flat.

Wyatt lets out a long-suffering sigh. “What are you doing?”

“Fixing this disaster,” you murmur, twirling a lock between your fingers. It’s soft, a little wild from the wind, and you don’t mind the way it curls at the ends.

“It’s not a disaster,” He grumbles. He turns a page, gaze flickering back to the comic, but his ears are red now. You wonder if he knows.

For a while, neither of you say anything. The comic rustles, the wind hums, the distant chatter of students drifts up from below.

Then Wyatt clears his throat. “So what’s the plan?”

“Plan?”

“For when Oliver inevitably finds us.”

You sigh, still threading your fingers through his hair. “I was kind of hoping we could just... stay up here forever. Make a new life for ourselves. Become rooftop cryptids.”

Wyatt snorts. “Yeah, that’ll work. I’ll live off peanut butter sandwiches. You can eat, I don’t know, air and regret.”

“Air and regret are very filling, I’ll have you know.”

He shakes his head, sending his hair flying in every direction and ruining your hard work. You swat at him halfheartedly. He grins.

It’s a dangerous thing, that grin. It makes you feel reckless.

So, before you can think better of it, you tug lightly at his hair again, just enough to make him look at you. His dark eyes catch yours, and for a second, neither of you move.

Maybe it’s the wind. Maybe it’s the rooftop. Maybe it’s the way Wyatt’s eyes flicker to your mouth for half a second before he quickly looks away. But, you're pretty sure your heart skipped a beat.

Wyatt swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and then promptly buries his nose back into his comic, pretending like nothing just happened.

You smirk. He’s impossible.

You roll onto your back, staring up at the sky. Clouds drift lazily overhead, and for a moment, you let yourself believe you really could stay up here forever. No classes, no hallways, no Oliver.

But the reality is waiting below.

Wyatt taps his fingers absently against the comic’s spine, then sighs. “We should probably come up with an actual escape plan.”

“Escape plan?” you repeat. “I was thinking more along the lines of divine intervention.”

Wyatt snorts. “Yeah, I’ll just summon my superhuman powers real quick and fly us out of here.”

“Honestly, I’d believe it,” you mutter. “If anyone was secretly a mutant, it’d be you.”

He glances at you over the rim of his glasses. “I’d have better glasses if I were a mutant.”

“Fair point.”

Wyatt closes the comic and rolls onto his side to face you, propping his head up with one hand. “Okay, but seriously. Oliver’s going to be waiting for us after last period. We can’t just stay up here forever.”

You blow out a breath. “Alright. Best case scenario, we sneak out the back. Worst case scenario, we fight to the death.”

Wyatt gives you a flat look. “Fantastic. I’ll make us matching battle armor out of duct tape and misplaced confidence.”

You grin. “That’s the spirit.”

A bell rings in the distance, signaling the next period. Neither of you move.

Then, a new sound joins the mix—one that makes your stomach drop.

Footsteps.

Heavy ones. Coming up the access ladder.

Wyatt hears it too. His eyes go wide, and in one fluid motion, he shoves the comic under his shirt and scrambles to his feet. You’re right behind him, heart hammering as the metal hatch creaks.

You both know who it is before he even emerges.

Oliver.

He hauls himself onto the roof with all the grace of a horror movie villain, his eyes locking onto Wyatt immediately. His backpack is missing—probably still oozing Sloppy Joe mix in some janitor’s closet—but he looks mad enough to spit fire.

Wyatt edges back. “Hey, Oliver. Fancy seeing you here.”

Oliver cracks his knuckles. “You think you’re funny?”

Wyatt glances at you, then back at Oliver. “I mean… yeah, a little.”

Oliver lunges.

Instinct kicks in, and you grab Wyatt’s wrist, yanking him sideways just as Oliver’s fist swings. Wyatt stumbles, barely avoiding the hit, and the three of you freeze in a standoff.

Your mind races. No teachers. No witnesses. Just you, Wyatt, and Oliver on a rooftop with nowhere to run.

Unless...

You glance toward the other side of the roof. It’s not a short drop, but there’s an awning below—one that leads straight to the back lot.

Wyatt follows your gaze. His grip on your wrist tightens.

Oliver growls, stepping forward. “You’re dead, Wyatt.”

You exchange a single, silent look with him. A whole conversation packed into one second.

And then, together, you run.

The wind howls as your feet pound against the rooftop, heart hammering in sync with Wyatt’s beside you. You don’t look back, but you hear Oliver’s frustrated snarl and the scuff of his sneakers as he takes off after you.

Wyatt reaches the edge first. He skids to a stop, grabbing your arm to keep you from barreling straight over. Below, the awning looks even farther away than you thought, but there’s no time for second-guessing.

“Terrible idea,” Wyatt gasps.

“The worst,” you agree.

And then you jump.

For a split second, there’s nothing. Just open air, the rush of adrenaline, and Wyatt’s hand still gripping yours. Then—impact. Your feet slam into the awning, the fabric giving slightly before bouncing you downward. You hit the ground hard, knees buckling, but somehow stay upright. Wyatt lands beside you with a grunt, clutching his comic like it’s his last worldly possession.

Above, Oliver skids to the edge, eyes wide with disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Wyatt grabs your wrist. “Run.”

And you do.

Across the back lot, past dumpsters and loading docks, breath burning in your chest. You don’t stop until you’re sure Oliver isn��t behind you anymore, until you’re both doubled over, wheezing.

Wyatt lets out a breathless laugh, pushing his glasses up with a shaking hand. “We’re gonna pay for that later.”

“Probably,” you admit. “Worth it, though.”

Wyatt’s grin is infectious, and despite the ache in your knees and the fire in your lungs, you can’t help but grin back. The two of you stand there for a moment, catching your breath in the shadow of the school’s back lot. The only sounds are the distant murmur of students inside and the occasional buzz of a cicada.

Then Wyatt glances down at his comic—miraculously still in one piece—and lets out a soft, incredulous laugh. “We just jumped off a roof.”

You snort. “We did.”

“And we’re alive.”

“Shockingly, yeah.”

Wyatt shakes his head, stuffing the comic into his backpack like it’s a relic from some war story. “I don’t know if I should feel proud or extremely concerned.”

You pretend to think about it. “Both?”

Wyatt huffs out a laugh, but the moment of levity is short-lived. A new thought dawns on him, and his amusement fades into something more serious. “Oliver’s not gonna let this go.”

You know he’s right. You might’ve escaped for now, but Oliver isn’t the kind of guy to take humiliation lying down. You can already imagine him plotting his revenge, face red with fury.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “We’ll deal with that later. For now, we should probably get out of here before a teacher finds us.”

Wyatt nods, but his brow is still furrowed. He’s thinking—overthinking—like he always does.

You nudge him with your shoulder. “Hey. Don’t go all doom-and-gloom on me. We survived, didn’t we?”

He exhales, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “Yeah.”

“Good. Now, let’s get out of here before someone realizes we just reenacted a bad action movie.”

Wyatt shoots you a look, but he follows as you start toward the side of the building.

It isn’t until you’re halfway across the lot that Wyatt speaks again, voice quieter this time. “Hey.”

You glance at him. “Yeah?”

His hand brushes yours—just for a second, just enough to be intentional.

“Thanks."

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The two of you walk in silence for a few moments, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. The school looms behind you, its brick walls and glass windows reflecting the mid-afternoon sun. You feel the heat rising from the pavement, the warmth settling into your skin, but you barely register it. All you can focus on is the way Wyatt keeps glancing at you, like he’s waiting for something, though you’re not sure what.

You reach the chain-link fence at the edge of the school’s property. There’s a gap in the bottom where years of students have bent the metal just enough to slip through, and without hesitation, you drop down and shimmy beneath it. Wyatt hesitates for half a second, then follows, his backpack catching slightly before he tugs it free. When he straightens up on the other side, he pushes his glasses up with his wrist, his fingers still dusty from the rooftop.

“So,” he says, glancing around. “What now?”

You exhale slowly. “Good question.”

Technically, you should go back to class. If you slip in late enough, you might get away with a warning instead of detention. But you both know that’s not going to happen. Not after everything. Not when Oliver is probably still storming through the halls, waiting for a chance to corner Wyatt.

Wyatt must see the thought pass over your face, because he shakes his head. “You don’t have to stick around, you know.”

You roll your eyes. “You think I’d just ditch you?”

He shrugs, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Wouldn’t blame you.”

You scoff. “Yeah, right. And let you take on the wrath of Oliver alone? No way. We’re in this together.”

Something flickers in Wyatt’s expression—surprise, maybe, or something softer—but he hides it quickly, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Alright. So, in that case… any brilliant ideas?”

You glance around. The school’s back lot leads into a narrow alleyway that eventually spills out onto the street. A few blocks down, there’s a gas station where you and Wyatt have wasted hours before, loitering by the slushie machine and flipping through cheap magazines. Beyond that, there’s the park, with its sun-bleached jungle gym and half-deflated soccer balls abandoned in the grass.

“We could go to Margo’s,” you suggest after a beat.

Wyatt raises an eyebrow. “Margo’s?”

“The diner.”

He blinks. “You realize we have, like, three dollars between us, right?”

“Yeah, but they never actually kick us out. Worst-case scenario, we nurse a single milkshake for two hours.”

Wyatt considers this. He’s never been the type to skip school outright—not unless he’s forced to—but right now, he doesn’t seem particularly eager to return. After a moment, he nods. “Fine. But you’re paying if we get guilt-tripped into ordering actual food.”

You snort. “Deal.”

The two of you set off down the alley, falling into step beside each other. The sun is still high, the wind still warm, but the tension that had been pressing down on you all day feels lighter now. You glance sideways at Wyatt, watching the way his dark hair falls messily across his forehead, the way his glasses slide down his nose no matter how many times he pushes them up.

“You okay?” you ask after a while.

Wyatt hesitates, then sighs. “Yeah. Just… you know.”

“Oliver?”

“Oliver.”

You hum in understanding. “We’ll figure it out.”

Wyatt doesn’t look convinced. “You say that like we actually have a plan.”

“We don’t,” you admit. “But we’ve made it this far, right?”

Wyatt gives you a look, but there’s a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. “Barely.”

“Barely still counts.”

He huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, you still hang out with me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, but you don’t miss the way his smile lingers.

By the time you reach Margo’s, your legs are aching and your stomach is starting to regret skipping lunch, but the familiar neon sign flickering above the door is oddly comforting. The diner is nearly empty—just a couple of old-timers nursing their coffee in the corner, the waitress flipping through a gossip magazine behind the counter.

You slide into a booth near the window, Wyatt flopping down across from you. He immediately pulls out his comic again, smoothing out the creased pages like they’re something sacred.

A waitress—one you vaguely recognize—wanders over, smacking her gum. “What can I get you?”

You glance at Wyatt. “One chocolate milkshake to share?”

He sighs like he’s suffering, but nods. “Fine.”

The waitress jots it down and disappears, leaving the two of you alone with the low hum of the radio and the occasional clatter of dishes in the kitchen.

Wyatt turns a page. You watch him for a second before propping your chin in your hand. “So. What happens next?”

He blinks. “What?”

“In the comic. What happens next?”

Wyatt hesitates, then glances down at the page. “The hero just got their ass kicked.”

“Sounds familiar.”

Wyatt shoots you a dry look. “But they’re regrouping. Coming up with a new plan.”

You tilt your head. “Think we should do the same?”

Wyatt considers this. Then, quietly, he says, “Maybe.”

The milkshake arrives in a tall glass, two straws sticking out of the whipped cream. You take a sip first, letting the cool, sugary taste settle on your tongue before sliding it across the table. Wyatt takes it without argument, and for a few minutes, neither of you say anything.

Outside, life moves on—cars passing, people walking, the world continuing as if nothing happened. But here, in the booth of a half-empty diner, with Wyatt’s comic spread between you and a stolen moment of peace, it almost feels like you’ve found a pocket of time where nothing else matters.

The milkshake disappears slowly, in languid sips between moments of quiet conversation and the occasional rustle of Wyatt’s comic. You don’t rush. For now, the world outside the diner is just that—the outside world. It can wait.

Wyatt’s still reading, one finger tracing the text bubbles absently. You recognize the signs—he’s slipping into the story, letting the edges of reality blur, the way he always does when he’s invested. You’ve seen him like this a hundred times before, whether it’s a book, a movie, or one of his weirdly passionate rants about underappreciated superheroes.

You nudge the milkshake. “You’re hogging it.”

He looks up, startled, like he forgot you were there. “What?”

“The milkshake,” you say, tapping the side of the glass. “You’ve been holding it for, like, ten minutes.”

Wyatt blinks, then glances down at the straw still caught between his fingers. “Oh.” He pushes it toward you without protest. “My bad.”

You smirk. “You get lost in your thoughts again?”

Wyatt groans, slumping back against the booth. “I hate that you know me this well.”

“You love that I know you this well.”

He huffs but doesn’t argue, which means you’re right.

You take a slow sip of the milkshake, and glance toward the diner’s front windows. Outside, the world still looks deceptively normal—people trickling down the sidewalk, cars pulling in and out of the gas station across the street, the usual sounds of a town where nothing really happens.

It makes it easy to forget, just for a second, that Oliver is still out there somewhere. That there are consequences waiting for both of you when you eventually go back.

Wyatt must be thinking the same thing, because he suddenly sighs and rubs a hand down his face. “Okay. We need to talk about it.”

“Talk about what?”

“The inevitable. The fact that we’re gonna have to deal with Oliver eventually.”

You scrunch your nose. “Can’t we just... not?”

“I mean, yeah, that’s my preferred option,” Wyatt mutters, “but I don’t think it’s realistic.” He leans forward, elbows on the table. “Look, I know he’s pissed. And I know this isn’t the first time he’s come after me, but...” He hesitates, glancing down at the comic splayed open between you. “I dunno. It feels different this time.”

You frown. “Different how?”

Wyatt shifts, suddenly restless, like there’s something he doesn’t want to say. “Just... worse.”

You hate that he looks even slightly unsure, that Oliver still has this kind of hold over him. You tap your fingers against the tabletop, thinking.

“We could always go to a teacher,” you offer, though you already know the answer.

Wyatt snorts. “Yeah, because that’s ever worked before.”

Fair point. Teachers love to pretend bullying isn’t happening unless they see it with their own eyes, and even then, they mostly just hand out half-hearted warnings and empty threats.

You chew the inside of your cheek. “Okay. What if we just... make it so he doesn’t want to mess with you anymore?”

Wyatt raises an eyebrow. “You got a magic spell for that?”

“I wish,” you mutter. “No, I mean... we give him a reason to back off. Something bigger than just ‘hey, stop picking on Wyatt.’”

Wyatt squints at you. “You mean, like, blackmail?”

“That would be convenient,” You tap the table absentmindedly. “I mean, there’s gotta be something, right? Something Oliver cares about more than making your life miserable?”

Wyatt makes a doubtful noise. “Like what?”

You think about it. Oliver’s always been the kind of guy who thrives on control—of situations, of people, of the dumb little hierarchy that exists in high school. The problem is, he’s never really had consequences. Nobody’s ever stopped him before.

But what if they did?

You grin. “Okay, hear me out.”

“Oh god.”

“No, seriously. What if we flip this around? What if we make it so messing with you is more trouble than it’s worth?”

Wyatt squints. “I’m gonna need more detail.”

You lean in, voice dropping conspiratorially. “I mean we make it so humiliating, so annoying, so exhausting to come after you that Oliver gives up.”

Wyatt stares. “You’re suggesting we prank him into submission.”

“I’m suggesting psychological warfare,” you correct.

Wyatt groans. “This is gonna get us killed.”

“Not if we do it right.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose like he’s already regretting knowing you. “Okay. Fine. What’s your stupid plan?”

“Step one,” you say, drumming your fingers on the table. “We make him the joke. Publicly.”

Wyatt raises an eyebrow. “Public humiliation. Bold choice.”

“Not just any public humiliation. We make it subtle. Weird. Make him start second-guessing himself.” You grin. “Like, I dunno, replacing his gym clothes with something ridiculous. Switching out his backpack with an identical one full of feathers. Making it so every time he opens his locker, something bizarre falls out.”

Wyatt stares at you. “You’re evil.”

“Thank you.”

Wyatt shakes his head, but there’s something almost amused in his expression. “And step two?”

“Step two is making sure people start noticing. Once he becomes the guy weird things keep happening to, people are gonna talk. And the more people talk, the less control he has over the narrative. He stops being the guy everyone’s scared of and starts being the guy who keeps mysteriously finding jello in his shoes.”

Wyatt exhales, long and slow. “You’ve really thought this through, huh?”

“I think about revenge a normal amount.”

Wyatt snorts. “There’s no normal amount of revenge-thinking.”

“There is in high school.”

He rubs a hand over his face, then sighs. “You really think this’ll work?”

“I think it’s better than waiting for him to corner you alone in a hallway.”

Wyatt hesitates, then nods. “Alright. Fine. But if we die, I’m haunting you.”

You grin. “Deal.”

Masterlist

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Alignment chart of dark academia books, emphasis on the academia. I have read them all and this is my take on it all.

Is the novel a dark academia because it takes place in a school and there are a lot of "dark" themes or is it a dark academia because the atmosphere is grim and the characters are pursuing knowledge.

Also book recommendations, I think people would like the books that fall in the same quadrant.

Books under the read more.

Top Left: My favourite corner where I just want the author to flex their niche knowledge.

Piranesi - Susanna Clarke

The Historian - Elizabeth Kostova

If We Were Villains - M. L. Rio

Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Fairies - Heather Fawcett

Ninth House - Leigh Bardugo

The Raven Boys - Maggie Steifvater

The Secret History - Donna Tarte

Babel - R. F. Kuang

Bottom right: The intersection between lots of deaths and some niche knowledge. This one is a bit more hand wavey so here are some explanations.

Blood Over Bright Haven - M. L. Wang: Often compared to Babel but has way less niche knowledge and more transactional deaths.

Harrow the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir: This one is a sequel but the convoluted plot lives in my head rent free and it’s Dark (Goth) Academia.

Bunny - Mona Awad: Lots of allusion to literature and mythology. Also lots of dark, bunnies and swans.

Bottom Left: Takes place in a school that people are trying to survive.

The Magicians - Lev Grossman

Vicious - V. E. Schwab

Legendborn - Tracy Deonn

Ace of Spades - Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé

Atlas Six - Olivie Blake

Deadly Education - Naomi Naovik

Top Left: Happens in a school and pretty light on death but has “dark” themes.

The River King - Alice Hoffman

A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder - Holly Jackson

The Initial Insult - Mindy McGinnis

A Study in Drowning - Ava Reid

To Shape a Dragon’s Breath - Moniquill Blackgoose

Never Let Me Go - Kazuo Ishiguro

You Feel It Just Below the Ribs - Janina Matthewson and Jeffrey Cranor

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Some Fun Facts According to Sparking Zero’s Encyclopedia (aka Girl Talk)

Chichi still thinks ALL Super Saiyans are delinquents (and yes that includes Frieza’s golden form) meanwhile Bulma defends the Super Saiyan forms.

Chichi considers Krillin to be just as tough as a Saiyan because of all that he’s been through.

Bulma LOVES Vegeta’s red hair when he turns into a SSJ God.

Videl wonders if she and Future Gohan ever crossed paths in the future timeline. She also wishes she was there to fight by his side when he faced the androids.

Chichi thinks SSJ3 Goku and SSJ4 Gogeta are scary looking.

The girls all agreed that Krillin hit the jackpot with Android 18.

According to Videl, Vegeta is a good cook.

Chichi still hasn’t forgiven Piccolo for kidnapping Gohan, but looks past it cause Gohan looks up to Piccolo.

Bulma thinks Piccolo’s fusion with Nail and Kami is unimpressive compared to the other fusions she’s seen.

Bulma has a biased towards SSJ Blue, cause well, blue hair lol

Videl believes Goku and Bulma were positive influences on Vegeta (she’s right).

The girls don’t like Paragus for what he did to Broly (Super).

Bulma thinks SSJ4 Vegeta is “cool looking” and “wild”.

Videl thinks Baby Vegeta is scary.

The girls don’t understand the purpose behind Frieza stretched out head in his 3rd form. They think he looks gross.

Bulma defends Vegeta as a father and husband, saying he’s a good dad to their kids.

Videl hopes that Yamcha will find love someday.

The girls think Garlic Jr is Pilaf

Bulma is glad Trunks doesn’t have a tail, fearful of what would happen to the house if her husband and kids could transform into a giant apes.

Bulma mistook Recoome for Android 16.

Videl is shocked to learn Piccolo was once a villain.

Videl wants a “foodie buddy” like Whis is to Bulma.

Bulma confirms she’s the breadwinner of her family while Vegeta is the protector.

The girls wonder and are envious that Android 18 will most likely stay young and beautiful forever.

Bulma wonders why Zamasu didn’t steal Vegeta’s body instead of Goku’s.

Videl did not know that Bulma and Yamcha used to date.

The girls criticized Baby Vegeta for constantly changing forms so quickly XD

Chichi respects Bulma for slapping Beerus across the face.

Chichi hopes to one day meet Bardock in Otherworld and thank him for bringing Goku to her

[waitineedaname]

ENCYCLOPEDIA -- In Proud Immortal Demon Way, Luo Binghe emerges from the Endless Abyss a fully realized heavenly demon. This marks the beginning of his quest for revenge against those who wronged him, along with bedding every woman he comes across.

HALF LIGHT -- He comes out hungry for blood. Your blood.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Easy: Success] -- You remember cheering when you read his revenge against Shen Qingqiu. In fact, you remember commenting that he should've gone further when punishing the scum villain. Little did you know that someday you'd be the scum villain in question.

HALF LIGHT -- You have five years before Luo Binghe decides to turn you into a human stick. Better start running.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY -- I can take him.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT -- In a fight, right?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY -- ...

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT -- In a fight, right?

AUTHORITY [Formidable: Failure] -- You absolutely cannot take him, in a fight or otherwise. He's the stallion protagonist, what are you talking about? You're just his poser shizun. You don't stand a chance.

HALF LIGHT -- You pushed your beloved, sticky little white lotus disciple into the Endless Abyss, and there's no coming back from it. You need to start planning now. When he comes back, what will you do?

[Conceptualization: Impossible] Understand the changes you've already made to the story.

[Rhetoric: Challenging] Explain why you did what you did.

[Physical Instrument: Godly] I can take him.

[Electrochemistry: Formidable] I can take him.

[Drama: Challenging] Fake your death.

DRAMA [Challenging: Failure] -- He can't kill you if you're already dead, right? Of course, faking your death is too cliche, and there are too many ways it could go wrong. If you faked your death normally and ran off, there's always the chance he could find you again.

DRAMA -- There's only one option. You're going to have to kill yourself for real.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Easy: Success] -- You know, there's a mushroom that might help with this...

[terapsina]

Let's talk books. Sorted in threes by vibes.

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I Support Women's Wrongs (murder, slaughter and body horror galore).

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How to Become the Dark Lord and Die Trying ⭐⭐⭐⭐½ by Django Wexler - A woman from Earth is dropped into a magical realm, meant to save the Kingdom from the FoRCes of DaRKneSSss... except, unfortunately that might have been a thousand years worth of time loops ago, so it's rather time to lose one's temper and decide to become the Dark Lord herself.

Main character -> basically Deadpool (measured in sanity, humor and levels of bisexual horniness)).

Someone You Can Build a Nest In ⭐⭐⭐⭐ by John Wiswell - Shesheshen, a shapechanging monster who's rudely interrupted during her hibernation by hunters. Manages to to eat one of them, unfortunately she also gets shot by an arrow and falls off a cliff. On the bright side she meets a lovely human woman she might end up falling in love with so much... she'll want to build a nest in her (it's possible there's some Cultural Differences that need to be worked through).

Hench ⭐⭐⭐⭐ by Natalie Zina Walschots - Anna's latest temp job for a villain (because even supervillains need office help) ends with her carelessly injured by a superhero, laid off and with injured mobility for the foreseeable future (because human bodies don't see much difference between getting hit by a truck and getting moved out of way by someone able to pick up a truck). Angry, disillusioned, and looking for some vengeful payback she starts compiling the statistics of exactly how much suffering gets left behind the heroes and in quick order finds a new job working for one of the worst supervillains in the neighborhood.

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Extremely Competent Women Show Up to Fix Everyone's Shit (with a whallop of romance which was actually sweet instead of irritating)

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The Witchwood Knot ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ by Olivia Atwater - Winifred Hall was invited to the Witchwood Manor under the pretense of being the governess for a very bratty kid, but when said boy suddenly turns into a very quiet and perfectly bland boy overnight it's very obvious her charge has been stolen by faeries (and it might have something to do with the actual reason she's there). Rescue however is complicated by some factors, one, there being something terribly dark and wrong about the house (normal houses don't have screaming faces in the walls), another, the faerie man posing as the manor's butler who would very much like to make her run screaming the way so many servants had before her (unfortunately for him, she's not even half as scared of him as she is the eyes of the father of her charge).

This one's about dealing with past trauma, and otherworldly terrors paling in comparison to mundane monsters, set in a very beautiful and dark and shiver-inducing Victorian time world where the Fair Folk are very real.

(Same world as her Regency Faerie Tales trilogy that Started with Half a Soul but it's not necessary to read that one first to enjoy this one)

Keeper of Enchanted Rooms ⭐⭐⭐⭐½ by Charlie N. Holmberg - Merritt Fernsby inherits a house only to be immediately taken hostage by what turns out to be a very stubborn and opinionated magical house. Hulda Larkin of the Boston Institute for the Keeping of Enchanted Rooms goes there to facilitate the relationship between the house and its new owner.

It's supposed to be a very simple job. Unfortunately there's a third POV character in this book (no, not the Whimbrel House, though I adore that house and *insert here the Rosa Diaz gif about her new puppy and how she would kill everyone in this room and then herself if anything were to happen to that dog*). Anyway, they're a bit... uhhh... let's go with Bad News.

Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ by Heather Fawcett - As one might expect from the title, Emily (a Cambridge scholar) wants to write the first ever encyclopedia of faeries. And she's brilliant enough to do it, what she's terrible at is people (*insert autistic character alert here*).

Someone else might then say it's lucky that a fellow scholar with a far easier time at charming people has stuck his toes in her reaserch trip into the Hidden Ones... that person however doesn't understand how irritating, frustrating and maddening her academic rival Wendell Bambleby actually is.

What follows is a story filled with winter snows, some terrible fae, some adorable fae, some not-very-secret fae, the goodest of good dogs, and lots and lots of squabbling. It's the best.

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Dark and Impactful Stories about Children Who Decide on Their Own Paths

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A Skinful of Shadows ⭐⭐⭐⭐½ by Frances Hardinge - Kate, an orphan and the illegitimate daughter of some stuffy (and evil) aristocrats runs away because being a bastard doesn't mean she didn't inherit the family magic that allows her to get possessed by the dead.

A dead bear ghost is one thing, a Get Out situation is something else entirely.

A Sorceress Comes to Call ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ by T. Kingfisher - Cordelia isn't allowed friends or the privacy of closed doors, and whenever she's done something she shouldn't - a category too unpredictable to guard against - she's not allowed power over her own body.

Because her mother is an evil sorceress (think Regina and Cora... except somehow even worse). An evil sorceress that has found herself a Squire to lure into a marriage.

Hester is an old maid living with her brother, a Squire (well look at them coincidences), when said brother acquires a woman clearly set on his fortune. The plan is only to save her brother, except Hester can't help noticing how the woman's daughter keeps flinching in her mother's presence.

In The Lives of Puppets ⭐⭐⭐⭐ by TJ Klune - A family can be an android inventor, his human son (*homoromantic asexual alert*), a sadistic nurse droid, and a very emotional roomba.

And it can be a very happy family. Until one uncovers and wakes up an android that shares a very Skynet past with one's father, said father gets kidnapped, and one has to go on a journey to get him back.

(A book I like to call Sci-fi Reverse Pinocchio)

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Unraveling an Unjust System (and a hero that - on a scale from occasionally to constantly - hears a disembodied voice directly in their heads okay the connection between these three is a bit of a stretch but they're all great books so shut up)

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Hell for Hire ⭐⭐⭐⭐½ by Rachel Aaron - 5000 years ago Gilgamesh conquered the heavens, enslaved the demons and made it so that the only road to magic humanity had access, was through him.

Now, however a mercenary team made up of free demons gets hired by a Blackwood witch to protect him (and his familiar, the talking cat named Boston) while he puts down roots (literally) inside the new forest grove he's about to start so that he can stand up against the warlocks after him.

The witch quickly becomes the best client Bex and her crew have ever had (after all, warlocks under the rule of the Eternal King Gilgamesh are slavers of their kind, they are delighted at the chance to kill some).

Vespertine ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ by Margaret Rogerson - In a world where the veil between the living and the dead has been kinda broken Artemisia (*another autistic character alert*) is training to be a Gray Sister (magic nun).

Until her convent gets attacked by possessed soldiers and she has no choice but to pick up a Saint's Relic containing a malevolent revenant to protect it.

Problem. Only a Vespertine is supposed to do it. Another problem. The only one "alive" who can teach her to be a Vespertine is the revenant. Another another problem. The revenant cannot be trusted and if she loses control to it, the death toll will be counted in cities.

Terminal Alliance ⭐⭐⭐⭐¾ by Jim C. Hines - Post Zombie Apocalypse, where some aliens showed up, sort of cured the zombies and took the (mostly) cured zombies into their military.

Which leads us to Marion Adamopoulos, also known as Mops, the Leutenant in charge of Shipboard Hygene and Sanitation of the Earth Mercenary Corps Ship Pufferfish.

Right up until a bioweapon turns the entire crew except her crew back into zombies. Congratulations, she's the captain now.

(Space Janitors save the universe story).

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[tossawary]

There's a really quick joke in BTAS that genuinely got me. It's in the episode "Eternal Youth", where Alfred and his girlfriend(?) Maggie Page go to a health spa being run by a mysterious woman named Demeter. Of course, this turns out to be Poison Ivy.

And when Batman has to go to this spa to save Alfred and Maggie, and he's confronted by Poison Ivy as she reveals herself, he says (I'm paraphrasing because I can't remember exactly) something like, "Only you, Poison Ivy, would name yourself after the Greek goddess of plants."

Poison Ivy has two henchwomen in this episode (who unfortunately never show up again) calling themselves Lily and Violet, also present. And either Lily or Violet responds, with something like, "Ooh, someone graduated high school literature."

And then the confrontation continues, but that joke fucking got me, because that IS a common level of mystery-crafting in comics and also this show specifically. Superheroes apparently have to know their Greek and Roman mythology (not just because of Wonder Woman's rogues) because there's a high chance a villain is going to pretentiously name some project by looking up mythology in an encyclopedia.

It also makes me think that it must be REAL easy for the Gotham rogues to frame each other for anything, which is sure to cause grudges and fights between them if it gets found out. Everyone has conveniently themed themselves! Maybe it fools Batman sometimes and maybe it doesn't!

"Aha, a green envelope with a purple question mark! It must be the Riddler again," says Robin. "When did he get out?"

But Batman just inspects the card and says, "Wrong type of paper. Wrong shade of green. Nygma is picky about the quality of his printing. Someone picked this card up from the greeting card section of the local pharmacy."

"Oh, huh, you're right," Robin replies. "Holy marketing mistake, Batman, why do they even sell these?"

"I wish they wouldn't."

[dilys-min]

Aeipathy

Pairing: Yan!Chrollo Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: Yandere, Unhealthy relationship, Obsession, etc.

Word count: 2500+ words

For many things, Chrollo has never regretted the path he had taken.

He himself, like a phantom, exists only on the verge of hushed rumors and whispers of others, if there was anyone lucky enough to be alive to tell the tale after an encounter with the Troupe. To be vulnerable means to be seen, and to be seen will allow you to be hunted. Maybe that’s why he had chosen such a befitting title for the Troupe for it is only common for a phantom to remain in the dark, committing atrocities without the knowing of others.

He had thought that the picture that he had meticulously painted since the time when his name is the only thing he owns, a picture in which he is the greatest villain, spreading terrors to those who dare to cross paths with him or the Troupe, would last until the end of time. Or so he had thought, until you came. 

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 The weather during autumn always feels chilly in this city, not enough to be cold, but enough to leave a tingling sensation on your skin. A breeze blows past, causing the leaves from the nearby maple trees to fall and coating the road with different shades of orange and red in the process. As a child, you would excitedly scurry off to the nearest pile of maple leaves before jumping into one, claiming to be making an angel out of the leaves when your mother scolded you for dirtying your clothes. All while your father laughed at the oddly familiar scene. It is a perfect day to-

 “Excuse me, miss!”. Woken from your daydreaming, you turn around to see the owner of the voice. A charming young man dressed in a beige trench coat, coupled with a turtleneck. A distinguishing feature you notice from him is the bandana wrapping around his forehead. As you realize that you have been staring at him quite long enough to be considered rude, you try to make up a respond when he continues

“Sorry to disturb you from your thoughts. I have been trying to find a way to the gallery and it seems that I haven’t gotten any luck in that. Perhaps you could show me the way? If it isn’t such a hassle to you of course”

“N-no, not at all. It seems like we were heading to the same direction after all. I could just show you the way there, if you don’t mind”.

Luckily, the man seems to not mind as he nods and begins following you. On the way, you would make sure to occasionally turn around to check up on him (which is absolutely unnecessary since he could easily outrun you if he wanted to). When it is only a few blocks away from the exhibition, the man behind you suddenly speaks up

“No matter how much you look at it. Rembrandt’s works always a sight to behold, right?”

A warm voice erupts from behind, attempting to break the silence and likely to prompt you into a conversation. You turn around just to see him gesturing toward a page about the information on the artist of the brochure occupying your hand. Normally, your shyness would come out at the worst of times, usually stirring you away by a nod of the head or a simple reply, not to be rude in others’ eyes but enough to let them know your intention. Maybe he was trying to break the awkward atmosphere between the two of you, but somehow, there is something about him that makes thought of a short conversation doesn’t sound too bad, you even feel a bit giddy. You aren’t particularly cut out for art nor did you exceptionally good at guessing the subtle meaning behind each picture, but it does feel nice to have someone you could share your interest to, even for a short time. 

“Well, it always has been. However, I actually have a different interest in mind when I come here”

“Oh, and what is that? Do tell”. You swear if you turn your back at the right time you could see how his eyes glimmer with a hint of curiosity, how his smile seems to widen a little more.  

“To be honest, I am not an encyclopedia of arts or am I in a place to be judging others’ works. But, truthfully, I have found myself more attracted to a work of John Everett Millias- "The Blind Girl”. You say sheepishly as heat slowly rises to your cheeks.

“There is no need to be shy about that. Must I say, you have quite an exquisite taste. Usually, when it comes to arts, people tend to associate with more universal names like Rembrandt or Salvador. So, it is quite refreshing to see someone who’s also on the same page as me”. His eyes crinkles as he goes on. 

You don’t know what spurs you on at that moment, maybe it’s the calming, unjudging demeanor of the stranger before you or maybe it’s the enthusiasm when someone shares the same interest with you. Either way, you have unconsciously found yourself strolling right next to him rather than marching forward.

“Yeah! People tend to be misguided when first looking into it. The painting seems to depict a normal couple of sisters enjoying the vibrant nature around them. Rather, it’s actually an allegory of the contrast between the blinded and the sighted. You can see that the younger girl shields away from the sun while her sister relishs in it, holding herself at a complete standstill just to enjoy the beauty of what surrounds her. If you take a closer look into-”

You quickly stop when it dawns on you what you are doing.

“Ah… Sorry if that was too much; I t-tend to get carried away when it comes to things like this-”

Great! You’ve done it again, you’ve probably scared off the poor man. It’s almost like a routine for you by now. You would meet someone and; you would proceed to overshare your hyperfixation on things to the said person and then; they would be weirded out and leave. At the end, you only have yourself to blame before going on and making the same mistake all over again. You just hope that there is a hole nearby so you could jump down and possibly live there for the rest of your life, maybe change your name in the process. But, you know that’s not gonna be the case and if you’re lucky, maybe he will at least be polite enough to continue to accompa-

“Please, don’t concern yourself over trivial matters. If anything, you are undermining yourself, dear.”

The endearment just rolled off his tongue with ease, like he was addressing a friend rather than a stranger. It’s a wonder how one’s mental state could drastically change in one single moment. Suddenly, the weather feels incredibly stifling despite it being mid-autumn; Has your cheeks always been this warm?

As though bemused by your stammering, he goes on

“Even so, what further entices me is why you happen to be so fascinated by the painting. Would you view it in the same light again, knowing that might be a pure act of compassion toward the fate of the two sisters?”

A soft smile appears on your face, taking away the place where a frown once resided. Instead of being offended, you find yourself unusually relaxed around him

“Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Honestly, I don’t know either.” A breathless laugh left your mouth and at the corner of your eyes, you could see his brows are burrowed, likely confused at your answer. 

“Be it a doing of my sympathy or just a passing interest. When I look at the painting, it feels like my mind, which has always been  at an impasse, could progress toward something now.” You pause for a moment before going on

“While it is good to have common ground, but not because of which should you confine yourself to what others view. Anyways, I could never find myself getting bored of this.”

A heartfelt laugh erupts besides you, rich in the sincerity that catches you off guard. You turn your head and something ridiculous passes your mind in that moment.

 It feels as if the young man before you was a child whose smile is just as carefree as he is

The thought doesn’t stay in your mind for long as the outline of your destination begins to appear, prompting the end of your time together. This time, you don’t even bother to hide the disappointment lying behind your voice.

“ Oh… it seems like we’re here. Well, I hope that you enjoy your visit here. It was nice talking to you.”

The man extends his hand to you before speaking up

“While I am here with the intention to visit this exhibition alone, it appears that I might not completely have a grasp around here. So, would my current tour guide be interested in accompanying me for a while longer?”

There is a nagging feeling at the back of your mind. You should be more careful but you don’t care. The offer stands as tempting as that of a siren calling out for any sailors unfortunate enough to cross and for once, you want to feel what it like to have your head submerged in water, to reach out for more while you drown in the sweet voice of the monstrous being. 

You reach out, placing your hand in his. His hand is calloused, a contrast to his immaculate face. He gives your hand a few tender squeezes, your hand fits perfectly in his.

“Well, if you are willing to hear a whole ramble on paintings, then that is. But before that, can you tell me your name? It would be weird to not know your name, considering all the time we spent together.” 

The name spilled out from his name rings like a bell in your head. But whether it is for a blessing or a bad omen remains a mystery to you.

“Chrollo-”

“Chrollo Lucilfer”

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Chrollo has never been one for closer connections, maybe the closest he has ever been to anyone was when he was younger, when the hopes and dreams of a better tomorrow were still beating in his chest. But even the foolest would know that innocence equals vulnerability in Meteor City, a deadly one at least. What started at a normal interaction- where you help him and he will be on his merry way- quickly spiraled into something more. Even Shizuku noticed his shift in demeanor. It’s quite reasonable when it’s not a common occurance to see the head of the infamous Phantom Troupe- a ruthless criminal who is nothing but a nightmare, the devil’s incarnate in the tales of even the cruelest criminals, to be head over heels towards a normal civilian. He has traveled far and wide and yet, he rarely lingers on for long. Nonetheless, the mere thought of someone other than him might come across you, soaking in the warmth and vibrancy you have to offer like a sponge irks him greatly. The possessive nature of a thief runs deep in his blood. A credo through which he has devotedly followed, ingrained on every single molecule that forms his very essence. If he wants something then he steals it. Anything that falls under his possessions are meant to be admired from a distance not to be leered at, and not he himself could make an exception for you. While Chrollo is no halfwitted to not realize that letting you as you be there would always be someone, far better than him, to come in and swoop you up your feet when he has to part for one of his ‘ business trip’ , he is not cruel enough to strip away your freedom, at least not for now. He would like for you to remain your individuality for a while longer and captivity could do so much to one’s mental state. While it is just an inevitable bump of your relationship, it is not one that could be easily smoothed over with kisses and comforts. 

Chrollo is not a sentimental person, but he would go as far as to say he has become quite fond of the gesture where couples would wear matching items. It gives a profound message that you are off limits, lest anyone who are dense enough, well, they could try. His gestures are subtle, but not obscure, a keen eye will be able to spot one or two, which usually under the form of the choker wrapping around your neck or the form-fitting black dress that seems to suit his taste more than yours. He wonders how much he can imprint on you, how much he can steal before you notice or would you ever be aware of his tendency at all. Give him an inch and he would take a mile, once you give your heart to him, you could never expect to receive it back without giving up a few parts of you to him. 

 Throughout his journey, Chrollo has his fair share of experiences with others, through which he has learned how to gouge out the worst in people. Humans are just a combination of different components linked together and each requiring a unique blueprint. Treading the water carefully, using the right combination of words and as though every part is laid bare before him. While Chrollo uses this ability to see the worst in order, you, on the other hand, use it to see the best, to put back the mangle parts of the said people he always inclined to break. Despite your timid nature, you seem to hold more than you view, for better or worse. In a way, he would go as far to say you and him are so alike in many ways, and yet, so acutely different at the same time.

Nostalgic is an unfamiliar term as well as a foreign experience to him. What’s there to long for when there is already nothing to begin with? And normalcy is impossible for him, with the fall of his friends, the blood on his hand; with everything that he has gone through, Chrollo knows there will never be a day when he is able to rest. Domesticity is a privilege you made possible for him with what you have got. And for that, it will be your downfall. His past experiences have taught him to cling as tightly as possible to what dear to him. So even if you end up with a few scratches and bruises, if his hand ends up bloody in the process, nothing won’t be resolved with consolations, which will serve as your comfort and your eternal sentence. 

So, even if the path he has chosen is one leading straight to hell then so be it. He will gladly drag you down with him, even if it means the gate to your eden will be shut forever.

[wonderencyclopedia]

First Appearance: Wonder Woman 196 (2003) Creators: Greg Rucka and Drew Johnson Abilities: Genius engineer, business tycoon, criminal mastermind and founder of Godwatch.

Backstory: One of Diana’s more complex adversaries, the deeply self-reliant Veronica Cale wears many hats: bio-engineer, CEO, dedicated mother, god hunter and of course, contemptuous villain who won’t stop until she evens the score. Despite being rescued by Wonder Woman several times, Cale uses here wealth, intellect and expertise in chemical & technological engineering to conspire against Diana, which has brought her in league (and conflict) with prominent members of the Amazon’s rogues gallery. Her motives have changed over time, however, the core reason for her resentment becoming deeper and more personal.

Talented and industrious, Dr. Cale worked hard to earn everything she has, but as a woman working in the fields of both medicine and business, she spent her life fighting an uphill battle—a familiar story: working ten times harder to make half the progress as people with a fraction of her insight or creativity; But Cale was up to the challenge, and became the founder of a hugely successful company, accumulating vast wealth.

She had grown cynical though, and developed a ruthlessness which allowed her to survive in a cutthroat world, so when Wonder Woman arrived with her graceful god-given gifts, preaching of peace and equality, she took personal offense. Cale would attempt to smear Diana’s reputation, and later played a role in the creation of the 3rd Silver Swan, Vanessa Kapatelis, by buying her from Sebastian Ballesteros, and turning her into a cyborg.

During Rebirth Cale would gain another layer of scorn for not only Diana, but the Gods of Olympus. As the CEO of Empire Industries she would launch Godwatch, which was founded for the sole purpose of locating Themyscira—not to enhance Cale’s own power or influence, but out of desperation.

The sons of Ares, Phobos and Deimos, seeking to free their father from prison on Themyscira, had exploited Veronica by placing a curse on her daughter, Isadore, which removed her face and soul from her body. Only upon the liberation of Ares from his prison on Themyscira could Isadore be restored. To add to her grief, she would also lose her best friend, Adrianna Anderson, who died and transformed into Dr. Cyber while on a mission to find the island.

Cale exacted revenge upon her blackmailers by partnering with the sorceress Circe, and even arranged to re-curse a newly cured Barbara Minerva in order to aide her in her efforts. When she located the island Veronica learned that Isadore could only remain whole if she stayed, forcing her to leave her only daughter and heir behind. Veronica blames Wonder Woman’s personal feud with Ares for their separation to this day.

[adolins-heart]

Being a DC fan is a wild time

Specifically thinking abt Batfamily atm but I'm sure I'll ramble abt others another time

Like I get both sides of the fanon/anti fanon discussion and tbh it truly depends on the vibe??? But also sometimes idk what's fanon vs canon for several reasons

There's so many canons guys. Guys. Which canon are we arguing about. Guys

Fanon is fun and I'm honestly ok w people like. Creating dynamics that Aren't In Canon. I'm cool w that. As long as we're chill abt it and not yelling at canon enjoyers for not abiding by a fanon thing

Are you using fanon to replace a minority character w a generic white guy? Don't do that shit. That's bad fanon.

Anyway all this to say w Batfam esp I have ZERO clue what's canon and fanon bc here's the main sources I have batfam knowledge from

The Batman Animated Cartoon my family had on VHS when I was a child

Justice League and Justice League Unlimited

Batman: the Animated Series

The most random episodes of Batman Beyond

Young Justice

Teen Titans

Random animated DC movies that are from sometime prior to 2016 at LEAST. I think I watched a flashpoint movie at one point? Barry Allen flash (I think???? Idr) accidentally created a timeline where he never got super speed, and a bunch of stuff was fcked up bc of it. So he finds Batman for help and then like. Basically makes Batman watch Barry straps himself to a giant metal chair in a thunderstorm in Gotham to attempt to recreate the circumstance that made him the Flash. It was intense and I was WAY too young to be watching it at the time it's ingrained in my brain

DC Encyclopedia I borrowed from the library at age 12

Young Justice Comics

Character video essays/discussions

Random videos of random comics being read aloud

Fandom spaces/fanfics

Another DC animated movie? All I know is Damian tried to kill Dick and Dick beat him and had Damian tied up while he raged and Dick called Bruce so f-cking done w the whole thing bc Dick and Bruce were on bad terms

Another DC animated movie w aliens? Wonder Woman's uniform was different than standard and she was so cool

OH also that one super hero show that was like. A high school setting w all the iconic super hero and villain DC characters???? Idk I didn't watch much

So I repeat guys. Guys which canon. Which canon are we arguing abt

[dcdreamblog]

Since I brought him up and was invited to ask further, can you talk some/shed some history on Captain Comet?

He seems to have appeared during the period where super heroes were supposed to have been banned, but later showed up to battle the first incarnation of the Secret Society of Super-Villains. He later told the Planet he’d been out exploring space.

But he’s also never spoken about the decision to leave Earth (and seems to have left Earth again after battling the SSoSV). Did the government go after him or…?

Captain Comet, AKA Adam Blake is a man who bears some study. Not only is his an outlier within MY field as like you said he was active during the time when the Keene Act was still being actively enforced but he's also something of a holy grail in the fields of biology, anthropology and the Xeno Studies versions of both fields. If half the things said about him are true then he represents and massive forward leap for mankind that has been going on in the background of most of our lifetimes. He wasn't always so extraordinary though, not when he was born in the early 1930s to two entirely normal parents in an VANISHINGLY small town somewhere in the midwest. The event that would change his life forever would happen almost instantly though when an inexplicable comet passed overhead bursting and burning up in earth's atmosphere raining down a torrent of low level exotic radiation on the Blake farmstead. While it was benign enough to leave most things untouched, the newly born Adam absorbed the radiation and began to undergo a rapid metahuman mutation.

As young Adam grew he developed impossible mental acuity, memorizing an entire series of encyclopedias by the age of eight and by his teenage years he was able to play Mozart by ear without ever having touched an instrument before. It wasn't until he was in college that his physical abilities would match his mental ones, becoming superhumanly strong, never experiencing physical fatigue and gaining potent psychokinetic abilities that manifested when he saved the life of a classmate in an accident.

Eventually he came to the attention of a physics professor at his university who studied him intently and discovered his body had been mutated beyond almost any cellular recognition, undergoing changes to his body that would have taken tens of thousands of generations for humanity to naturally accumulate. Wanting to use his newfound powers for the betterment of mankind Blake continued working with the professor until he was forced into the open.

An alien race known as the Astur attempted to invade the earth by siphoning the oxygen from our atmosphere with a massive mechanical device. Blake responded to the attack under the moniker of Captain Comet and managed to outdo the aliens in a battle of wits that saw the device destroyed, the alien invaders rejected and Earth's oxygen supplies returned.

However, once he had returned to Earth he was confronted by police and government agents attempting to arrest him for violating the Keene Act, operating as a costumed vigilante (nevermind the fact that if he hadn't the entire human population would have choked to death inside 24 hours). He was, of course, easily able to swat them away with his abilities but when his resistance to arrest caused the crowd to turn on him he decided there was no place for him on the Earth of the 1950s. He flees the Earth into outer space where he makes contact with many alien races and becomes a known quantity among the stars. He doesn't return to Earth until after the beginning of our modern age of heroes, intervening in a battle between Green Lantern and the Secret Society believing Lantern was the aggressor. It's only after that battle where Comet is brought up to speed as to what has changed in his absence and he helps bring down the Secret Society in a series of battles alongside the Justice League.

Afterwards he again leaves Earth, this time on better terms but with the understanding that he is a man out of time who no longer has a place here among normal society. It's after his return and after mankind begins to slowly open itself to alien information that we learn what he's been up to. Stopping an interstellar war here, bringing down a planetary cartel there, becoming the nemesis of an undead cult and the champion of a well traveled galactic space station.

Basically he's become THE most famous Earthling out among the galaxy, to the point that the good impression he has made has brought peaceful contact to Earth's shores on multiple occasions.

I think it bears repeating, after being run off the planet of his birth by an unjust and small minded law he then spent the next several decades up to and including now making the best possible name for the planet Earth to the point that the galactic CLICHE for Earthlings between him, Superman and our various Green Lanterns is that we're all square jawed, justice seeking hero types. He got run out of town on a rail and decided his response was to make us look good!

I don't think we're in the right CENTURY to know all the aftermath of Blake's existence. Not only is he the better part of a century old and seemingly not slowing down an inch but we're just not far enough along to see what kind of legacy he's left us among the stars. When we DO reach that point in our development, WE will be the ones walking through the door HE opened for us in the eyes of uncountable trillions across the star speckled black.

Hopefully we don't waste it.

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uh- okay. Did LITERALLY anyone else know that the Sonic comic encyclopedia quotes the Bible?????????

It’s Mark 5:9 in the New Testament if your wondering

Edit: There’s another bible reference on this page under “Villains of Planet Mobius.”

Thank you to @crashmanthekook for pointing this out to me.

I know for a fact there are a whole lot more references in the table of contents (not just bible quotes) so maybe I’ll make another post about those.

[47gaslamps]

People who nearly succeeded in killing Sherlock Holmes, ranked in descending order of seriousness

Sebastian Moran (The Empty House). The man had enough vendetta to single-handedly keep Holmes out of London for three years, and didn't wait a day past Holmes' return to Baker Street to make good on the threat. Even after all Holmes' elaborate preparation against it, he still would have killed him if Watson weren't in the same room.

Professor Moriarty (The Final Problem). Extremely serious, as we all know. Very nearly did come off a few times over. But... well, there's no doubt it would have come off, had he acted sooner- at any point before Holmes was on Permanent Red Alert and the whole criminal empire was collapsing about his ears. Put him in the ranks of those who tragically overestimated their opponents. If he were not a challenge and a treat but a part of the ordinary course of business, Holmes would certainly be dead.

Culverton Smith (The Dying Detective). Horrid man. Evil design. The plunging feeling in my stomach would vault him to the top of the list if left to its own devices. But he put all his hopes in sending Holmes a prank jewel-box. As there is no reason one would anonymously send Holmes a real jewel-box, that makes the effort a bit less serious.

Tonga (The Sign of Four). This stood a better chance of working. All he lacks is the ability to shoot accurately while on a riverboat, and it's an ugly way to die. But you can't take Tonga seriously. He is a walking extract from the pages of the Encyclopedia of Obscure Racism, and you can't get past that.

Baron Gruner (The Illustrious Client). Responsible for the greatest actual bodily harm Holmes incurs during the series, but not a full-throated murder attempt. He seems to regard a killing, a maiming and a roughing-up as basically interchangeable ideas.

Alec Cunningham (The Reigate Squires). What do you expect to happen after you've strangled Holmes in the next room from an active police inspector, guy? You think you're getting off that murder charge now? Should've used that energy to run like a bunny.

Sherlock Holmes (The Devil's Foot). What. Were. You. Thinking.

Count Sylvius (The Mazarin Stone). The grade of villainous plot I expect from a literal cartoon.