#identity. or like...... or SYSTEM HOPPING?????? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

[the-fictive-haven]

So. A little PSA because we keep seeing this shit.

Headmates are not fucking property.

They are not your silly little adoptable OCs. They are individual beings and deserve to be treated with respect.

You cannot just give away headmates like they're a possession you don't want. You cannot sell headmates. You cannot make headmates for other systems. No matter WHAT the intentions are, you do. Not. Treat headmates like objects. Genuinely what the fuck.

(this post does not apply to assisting other plurals' headmates in finding and exploring their identities, assisting another in creating a headmate of their own, or consensual system hopping. That's a different matter.)

We will block anyone we see doing this.

[its-hazzia]

Okay I need to spell out my thoughts about the Luigi Mangione stuff goin on

I am not at all convinced he did it. And not in a "no way he and I were hanging out that day at that time in Panama" way either, even though we totally were but that's besides the point.

So I've seen other people discuss how it doesn't make sense for someone who had thought out and executed a plan for the murder AND escape so flawlessly, only to be caught with all that incriminating evidence in-hand a week later at a McDonalds in another state, which is obviously kinda a huge deal, but I have further thoughts on what's going on.

So Luigi does indeed look like the Starbucks security footage, and it does seem that he had used a fake ID to stay in the hostel (assuming it was him in the hostel to begin with, and I only say this out of an assumption that the hostel verified the ID used and that we're not just taking the police's word for it, but it'd also just be easier for the police to be like "yeah he used his real actual ID and that's how we got him" so I'm fairly confident about a fake ID being used). We know that he had been missing for months ahead of time, and we know that he had been suffering from chronic back pain prior to a spinal surgery.

Why don't I think he did it? Well aside from the questionable legitimacy of the "evidence" he was found with, after that Starbucks photo came out, EVERYBODY was immediately like "that looks nothing like the shooter". Sure, you can add a change of clothes and people have pointed out that the unibrow can disappear on grainy footage, but from what else you can see of the face, it does not look the same. Once again you could chalk it up to poor image quality... but then how can you match an identity in the first place?? The NYPD have never come out with any good justification as to WHY they thought the guy on the starbucks camera was thought to be the shooter. It wasn't even the same damn jacket! In my opinion, in their frenzy to not look completely incompetent and catch The Guy, they were just throwing everything they could and were ready to go all-in on framing investigating Literally Anyone that could function as a reasonable scapegoat.

"But his profile and circumstances really line up to make it look like he was radicalized by his pain and Absconded to Do a Murder!"

While this is a good point on a surface level, I'm not convinced that it lines up the way this narrative is playing it, and I think the NYPD just got really lucky with this scapegoat.

"His Back Pain Radicalized Him": HE HAD HIS BACK SURGERY, AND MADE A FULL RECOVERY. He wasn't denied by his insurance - and according to a post he made on reddit, he was completely off pain meds a week after! All things considered, the insurance worked out pretty damn well for him! Oh yeah and HE HAD BLUE CROSS BLUE SHIELD

"Then Why Did He Go Missing?": Think about it. He was an upper class kid who had been crippled by back pain for a significant portion of what should have been his fun years. I don't think anyone has to stretch their imagination to think that maybe he'd fuck off somewhere on his own to reclaim that lost time? Just, source a fake ID so your family doesn't find you, hopping from town to town in budget-friendly accomodations and happening to be in NYC when A Guy gets shot (crazy). Sure, kind of a dick move to just not tell anyone what he was planning to do, but we don't know what his relationships with his family were like, nor do any of us know him personally as to what he would and wouldn't do, no matter how many news articles of what kind of guy he is come out.

So really, which is more likely:

The Adjuster was a guy that was radicalized after the healthcare system, under a different provider, worked for him, after which he planned out a meticulous murder + escape plan only to effectively give himself up a week later?

OR

The incompetent undewfunded and ovewwowked uwu NYPD was desperate to not look like complete fucking idiots regarding such a high profile case in their jurisdiction, but because they never learned how to do their fucking jobs wewe just sooo undewfunded and ovewwowked uwu they just threw a bunch of shit at the wall until something stuck and happened to get lucky that the guy they found happened to have been A) a missing person and B) Had A Serious Medical Thing At Some Point

[nyxtickled]

I kind of can't get over you studying freakin' *robotics engineering.* Now I'm picturing you as the cool engineer on some sci-fi show. Whaddaya think? Star Trek? Something with giant robots? Maybe something grittier and more cyberpunk?

Maybe this is making too light of what you're working so hard for. Follow-up and/or substitute question: what's one of your dream projects or goals? What kind of robot(s) does Nyx most want to create, or work on?

🥹🤭 awww jeez don’t make me all fricken bashful on main i’m supposed to be tough !!!! CYBERPUNK PLEASE AAAAH

ok ok but to answer seriously, so far in my academic career i’ve worked on autonomous cars (1/10 scale autonomous racecars built essentially from scratch, a full size autonomous EV gokart, and i’ve even been fortunate enough to work on a fully autonomous indy 500 car…essentially the most advanced autonomous vehicle in the world. shit was one of the most mind blowing things i’ve ever been a part of), i’ve worked on some cool solar stuff (solar water heater for an orphanage in Tijuana, solar carport concept design for a nonprofit who wants to propose the idea of charging EV cars while they’re parked outside at work all day and distributing leftover power to the building), and my personal favorite was this project i did for a class i took where i designed an autonomous campus rideshare prototype on one of the 1/10 scale cars that was able to use facial recognition to identify the student who requested the ride and would essentially drive itself to the drop off location!

the last one was the most fun for me bc it was the first time i really got into the programming side of robotics. the car would have a starting location where it waited for ride requests, then when you submitted one it would drive itself to the location using LiDAR for collision avoidance and GPS path training. but the real doozy was the pickup stage bc i had to develop the facial recognition code to be able to scan the student’s face upon arrival with computer vision in live time with a camera that was attached to the car, and then match it to a photo of the student that was stored in a database, and then try to match the name of that student to the name of the student who requested the ride! if it matched, the screen would be like “rider verified! hop in!” and proceed to the next stage of driving itself to the drop off point. if it didn’t, the screen would read “sorry, we couldn’t verify your identity with the ride request” and drive itself back to the parking spot where it would wait for the next ride request! and the database of faces would basically come from your student ID picture, cuz the rideshare service would be around campus for students only!

god it was so fucking challenging but i had so much fun with it. so uhhhh to avoid writing 18 more paragraphs about all the cool robotics shit that i’m obsessed with, i would say my dream project is definitely something that combines machine learning software, robotics operating systems programming, and mechanical design all in one. something that could take the technological advancements that we have made and turn it into something useful for everyone. fuck i’m such a nerd i’m sorry i did NOT mean to go on like this ahahahahaha

[df-templates]

More so a vent post:

Something I ABSOLUTELY HATE when singlets come to us is when they mostly ask about "IS SYSTEM TRANSFER/HOPPING REAL?" I'm sorry but MF USE YOUR HEAD! I'm sorry if I'm being aggressive but THINK LONG AND HARD ABOUT THAT. mf do we look like computers? Do we look like plug n play virtual pets? MMMHMHMHMM no it's not that's absolute BULLSHIT. Ah yes Plug in that usb port into my brain and put it in the other systems brain yeah yeah yeah so real.

Then they're like "OHHHHH.... I think I was lied to." No fucking shit you were you're speaking to an endo, it's physically impossible to do that, it doesn't make sense. It's not like your alters live in a multiverse. We are identities, fragments that split off or formed due to trauma. endos need to shut the fuck up an accept the fact that they're not SEVERELY traumatized, they're not a system, they're delusional or just a plain ass attention seeker, that this ISN'T FUN, who are HARMING people who actually HAVE this god awful disorder, and spreading false information such as piece of shit shows like Split. Stop saying "system hopping!!" Stop treating our disorder like we're a fucking virtual pet computer. DID/OSDD is a TRAUMA response a way of the brian to FUCKING SURVIVE! There is so so SO much into this disorder that makes you want to fucking off yourself. "Oh I dissociate so I must have it" THERE ARE SO MANY DISSOCIATIVE DISORDERS. DID IS JUST ONE OF THEM AND TO THE EXTREME! DO YOUR RESEARCH, TALK TO ACTUAL SYSTEMS, DON'T FAKE A DISABILITY FOR ATTENTION, IF YOU BELIEVE YOU HAVE DID/OSDD GO. GET. PROFESSIONAL. HELP. GO GET HELP. GO GET DIAGNOSED, GO. JUST GO! This isn't fun, this isn't quirky, stop treating DID/OSDD as some grand thing because it's hell, it affects your everyday function in life. Stop spreading misinformation around. Endos are NOT real. Stop Saying bullshit that's not true, stop saying BULLSHIT THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE. System hopping, like fuck off. Honestly. And I fucking heard this shit too "you're not a system you don't have fictive you have only 2 alters" OH-OH. OKAY. MAYBE YOU'RE THE ENDO HERE. DID/OSDD IS HAVING 1 EXTRA OR MORE ALTERS AND THEY DON'T HAVE TO BE FICTIVE IF YOU ARE ADHD/AUTISTIC FICTIVES ARE MORE LIKELY TO SPLIT OFF DUE TO DEEP CONNECTION. If you believe that you have to have fictives and 50+ alters to be system you just gave yourself away that you're an endo. That system we know has 2 other alters that went DORMANT that were brain made not a fictive split. They are still a system. I'm- honestly, what the fuck is wrong with these people??? Honestly??? I honestly fucking can't. ~ ⚠︎

[heavenandhellsystems]

Honestly? I'm really glad you showed me who you were before we were months in. (This isn't directed at my love.) I'm just sitting here reading back our messages. I'm so deeply grateful that I found out you were a terrible person then versus later. Also, tbh, thinking endo systems aren't real is fucking gay. /silly

I'll probably dive into this topic more on a later date. They are literally making a doc about me. They're doing it because...I was horny on the internet? They're just taking screenshots of me making sex jokes and being radqueer. Idk. It's weird. Like also one of them is convinced I wanted to system-hop to steal their identity??? What???

[psyzygy]

FERMI PARADOX #1

What’s he really like? Your archenemy—companion in destiny. You’ve never seen his face and you hope you never will, because you fear it might break you. [ iskandar x reader ]

There’s just something about analogue systems—retro dashboards full of dials and blinking bits, cassette futurism spaceships—that makes your heart hurt for no reason. You really shouldn’t be having this nostalgia for an era that wasn’t even yours. But you’re shot back to memories dredged from humanity’s collective consciousness; the moon landing, probes and rovers, cosmonauts and astronauts pitted against each other, none the wiser that beyond the pettiness between nations would be a grudge between planets, entire star systems alight in war.

Things were so simple and beautiful back then.

Your fingers clench in, forming a fist. It shakes like a heart pumping, and perhaps it is—pulsing with the same circulation, that is. You move back; away from the old relic, the remains of the probe. You had only been four when they launched it. Thirteen when it passed Pluto. Now you are almost adult, and it’s here again, before you, dissected to pieces by Oracle hands and Oracle machines.

Iskandar is never far. Always watching you despite the black cosmos of his visor concealing everything about his identity. You know Oracles look human and so you’ve wondered if he’s pretty, or scary, or just as unreadable without his helm on. Your mind has been idling a lot. It’s a sign of insanity.

A hand of yours slides up your neck, brushing against mutilated flesh and siphoning away strands of your hair. The movement helps you forget him. Helps you focus on you.

Solomon had given up on getting you to play with toys long ago. The Oracles probably knew more about human technology than they’d care to admit to you. So why did Iskandar bother? There’s no scientific merit behind his actions, unlike Solomon. So that only leaves one explanation—he’s just fucking with you. Hoping you’d break as soon as you see a remnant of your home.

But you’ve seen your home burn and your family incinerated and your closest friend abducted. You’ve buried hope long ago. Hope is for those who carry the name of stars. You only wish to carry everyone’s despair, and like an ark, sail off into the endless sea of space with it, leaving them unburdened.

“I don’t see why you’d want to show me this.” You spin around, whisking your arms behind you in a bind. Your movements are whimsical in the low-gravity. “It’s just a hunk of junk. And I definitely don’t know how to interact with it.”

He can’t understand you, but you’ve spoken earnestly to him every day. Perhaps it’s because he can’t understand you. You feel at ease being honest. He can judge nothing.

“Do you guys have a concept of redundancy?” You ask aloud, glancing back at the wreck of the probe. “Does your technology get old? Did you once fight with sticks and then in a blink, with nukes? Do your manufacturers plan for obsolescence to jack up profits? Do you age?”

Iskandar remains still, like a sentry whose sole purpose is to guard you, and doesn’t have to exert much more energy than a statue to do so.

You huff and spin around again, and hop closer to the probe. Grabbing a clump of ripped aluminum, you aim it and throw it at Iskandar. It floats slowly, but even then Iskandar doesn’t bother to react. He just lets it collide off the taper of his shoulder plate. Almost mocking your tantrum. You know he’s capable of superhuman manoeuvres. He destroyed that comm-link with Betelgeuse after all, right before you—between blinks—and you didn’t even see it die, only afterwards pulverised.

“I’m not some dog you can please by giving chew-toys and treats!” You grab another chunk of debris—shrapnel from the heat shield—and launch it at him. It doesn’t move any faster than your first projectile.

This time, however, Iskandar swats it aside before it can hit his chest. He comes nearer, cape fluttering, the galaxies inside it shimmering.

You take a heavier piece this time, and even with the aid of low-g, you still struggle. Maybe your bones have finally eroded and your muscles, atrophied. Iskandar’s talon-like gauntlets cuff around your wrists, forcing you to stop. You’d be hurting yourself more than him at this rate.

“You don’t even know what I like.” You seethe hopelessly, letting him hold your wrists but not letting him pull you into him. “You try so hard to keep me satisfied like some zoo animal in need of stimulation, but you have no idea what humans need. We need socialisation. I have no one to talk to me!”

Send me back. Send me back now. You miss home. You miss the fresh air, the soil, the breeze. The cities, derelict as they may be. The sunset. You miss reading poetry and calculating differentials and writing essays and crying about grades. You miss hamburgers. Shitty singers blabbering on the radio. You miss the way ants chug around your yard like they’re possessed, the way birds screech ugly song in the godawful hours of early morning.

You miss the way Charlie would smile for you. How no one else got to see that smile but you. You miss all these things so much that you dream of them–but as the days stretch on (are there even days here?), it all just becomes haze.

The debris you clutch is a small satellite dish. It reminds you of the windfarm you visited on a school excursion, where despite nobody really caring about environmentalism, they all equally marvelled at how indifferent the turbines were. Large and imposing but white and minimalist. Alien.

You stroke the groove of the dish, forlorn.

He can’t understand you, but maybe pain is universal. You’ve spent all this time by his side and he hasn’t gotten rid of you yet, so there’s a tiny part of you that dares to believe he might have a weakness for you. You’ve never really tested out this theory, but today, since the opportunity is right here, you might as well. And so what if you’re proven wrong? There’s still fun to be had in being defiant.

Iskandar lets you go, dropping your wrists and giving you space. Then he turns around and leaves for the exit, not bothering to check that you’re following. He knows you usually do.

You trail in his dark wake, making it to the door of the hangar, where a white Oracle waits. Her hand hovers over an orb near the door and you watch carefully for a twitch of her fingers. Iskandar tilts his head over to her, and that’s enough acknowledgement. She proceeds to switch the airlock.

That’s when you make your move. Vega’s taught you some things. Not everything, and not very well-taught either. But it’s enough to pull this off. You kick up and then against Iskandar’s back, using him to launch yourself back through the airlock just as it bites shut.

He recovers far too quickly for your liking, swivelling around only to smash his fists against the solid door. There’s a moment where you just look him in the visor and feel his incredulity. He strikes the airlock again, more furiously this time, and you swear you see the glass crack just a bit.

You grin. And then you freeze.

The vacuum of outer space rips you into its embrace. Null void. Damp starlight in low exposure, low ISO. You are cold and you are suffocating. It’s painless, this sort of death. There’s nothing for your lungs to choke on.

Bits and pieces of the probe float nearby, having been jettisoned alongside you. Antennae and twines of wires and the satellite dish, twirling like the minute hand of an anxious clock. The Oracle flagship from here reminds you of those wind turbines on the coastal hills. Tall and apathetic and beyond your comprehension, really. They have higher purposes to fulfill. Your hand drifts up, drawn by nothing but the vestiges of your prior momentum.

You think you almost see Charlie’s hand. And this time, you can reach it. Your fingers twitch weakly.

They grab onto something. Or rather, something grabs onto you. Dark armour and the faceless helm. A cape that ripples with a universe. Iskandar drags you into a forceful hug and grips your jaw with both hands. His claws are gentle against your skin, somehow. The bottom half of his helm fractures and recedes, revealing the plush of his lips.

You barely get to a chance to see the wisps of solar energy that flare from inside him before he brings you in, mouth-to-mouth to help you breathe.

The ice steams off your skin. He’s warm. You can’t help but lean in, your human instincts hungering for safety. His body reciprocates, an arm coming down to ensnare your waist. You remain like this—stiff together—for a moment that feels like forever.

A shadow passes over. You are swallowed by a small assault ship, the fastest that could mobilise. When you’re inside, you hear the hiss of oxygen flushing in.

It’s then that Iskandar pulls away, his helm whole again, patched up before you could really get a look at his…what, chin? You’re pathetically desperate, aren’t you? Just for a glimpse.

But he doesn’t pull away completely. His arm is still on your hip and you try to peel it off, but it won’t move. Iskandar braces his other arm against the wall of the ship’s interior and commands in echoes—his language—musical and majestic and very curt. Such is the offset of his personality, dulling even phonetic magic.

The ship cleanly yaws and thrusts back towards the flagship. The pilot brings you into dock and there, waiting haplessly, is the white Oracle from before. Her spine is rigid and her expression, schooled to a nervous neutrality. She cross-salutes Iskandar as he drags you out of the ship.

You feel his claws sink in just above your pelvis, and it hurts. It get worse as he brings you closer to the white Oracle, who doesn’t even dare to look at you.

Your actions are your fault. But Iskandar can’t punish you. He can only punish his subordinates, because punishment hinges on an understanding of wrongdoing—and you don’t understand him. But you do feel worried for the white Oracle. The white ones are a bit nicer, in your experience.

You elbow Iskandar and of course, he doesn’t bother to acknowledge you, tilting his head down as he usually would. So you open up your fisted hand, revealing a small fan you managed to snatch from the debris. For a small unmanned probe like that one, it was probably used to regulate compartment pressure. But the choice of white alloy reminds you too much of the wind turbines.

You pinch the rotor between your fingers and flicked it. The fan spins slowly, blades barely able to blur.

“Look.” You show it off to Iskandar and the white Oracle. They both seemed to be intrigued now, albeit in a disbelieving sort of way. Your audacity to act like everything’s okay after what you just did…

“I just wanted to get this. I forgot to grab it, that’s why I jumped back in.” You explain, knowing the futility of your words. Every breath you breathe feels so valuable now, yet you still waste air to say these things.

You hold the fan component close to your heart, and Iskandar seems to get it. He’s been around you enough to figure out the sentiments behind these gestures. His helm turns slightly back to the white Oracle, and she takes it as her cue to dismiss herself.

As soon as she leaves, Iskandar lowers his head and connects your foreheads. You see his shoulders heave. And you almost refuse to believe it—he actually cares for you. Yeah, you could love a pet turtle or sugar glider or whatever, but not enough to jump into the abyss of space for it. Shit, he must really enjoy playing those battle sims with you.

His cape billows around you like a protective shield. He even pinches its hem to help it envelop you completely. Now you miss how he always kept his distance, because this proximity is ridiculously uncomfortable.

“Did I scare you?” You grin at him, lips curled with a hint of mania, and perhaps more than that—a bit of sadism too.

Iskandar’s claws reach out and wrap over the fan component you took from the probe. His hand is way too large and caves over it completely. He grips it firmly, but with equal strength, keeps it forced against your palm, as if begging you not to lose it. You had risked your life for it after all, or at least that’s what you’ve led him to believe.

His hand then moves near your cheek, a single finger hovering near. You see your own reflection in his visor, as well as the inky infinity of the darkness that armours him. There’s a moment of deliberation, stretched out for far too long. Then he retreats completely, backing off and remedying your concerns for personal space.

He doesn’t move, but he nods forward. You get it—this time, and probably every time after this too, he’ll be the one behind you.

[joodles98]

do u ever think about raileon as being two sides of the same coin? the dragon guarding a castle and the king who loves his subjects yet is trapped in a tower. childhood friends (perchance) turned into friendly rivals and eventually lovers.

do you think they idolized red and blue as kids or teens (depending on how old you think they are bc in my mind reguri are slightly older, maybe like late 20s while raileon are early 20s) and they dont talk about it but you can clearly see the parallels of battle prodigy child who goes on to be champion and rival who ends up becoming the 8th gym leader who prefers double battles plus a researcher (and both r super gay)

yes to all of that a million times ❗️these characters are so intertwined to me.

i have all kinds of scattered thoughts

i think leon would have invited rednblue to galar to get their input/expertise in creating his battle tower (since they have the experience in setting up the battle tree 😋)

blue would love how cutthroat the galar league is/the gym leadership system, also really enjoy the commercial appeal of it/spectacle of the stadiums. red doesnt really care for any of that but he fucking loves gigantamaxing his charizard. he feels his cool meter thru the roof. when he sees gigantamax pikachu for the first time his heart explodes

there is something to say about red and leon confronting its hard(scary) to go back home. but its nice to have someone on your side to remind you of who you are and who you can be.

red especially, who "threw away" the obligations of being champ because the core of his journey was to test the limits of his strength, learn and grow, and battle for the sake of it because its what he loves to do. period. (and ending up becoming a hero just because he saw abuses of power and knew he could stop it, since no one else was.) leon realizes that living and battling really could be simple and fundamental once he's free of the excess of championing lol, and the only real pressure and maintenance of reputation comes from a personal definition within. that's it.

red as a character, to me at least, symbolizes we get to choose what we let go of, what we carry on, and what's new that we'll venture into. nobody's judgement, no matter how big or loud it seems, can "make" us do anything, that is, if we have the courage to decide what defines us and act accordingly

basically. i think red is a character who is the epitome of authenticity (the responsibility we have to our own life and dreams.) he is just doing his thing forever fuck the haters. mad respect. everybody can learn from him

on the other hand, i think leon symbolizes possibility. the way identity is a constant process. like the many lives we have the fortune to live in our one life, if we have the courage and resilience to begin again. (resilience and not stubborn kind that makes you blind to opportunity. im talking like a strong acceptance of reality, unwavering belief that life is meaningful. i think that's what leon's growth arc is about 🤧)

blue and leon could become drinking buddies over the self-reinventing journeys they undertook after losing 🫣. its so fascinating to compare the outcomes of someone who was champ for less than an hour vs. someone who was champ for over 10 years (a whole childhood/teenagedom!). also considering leon just had a whole fucking terrible week before his loss that probably already put his identity on shaky foundation. (the darkest day and losing to eternatus in front of hop. being betrayed by rose. etc).

when i think of older blue and post game leon they are a reminder of at the end of the day its that you gotta make sure the things you do is for You

baseline reguri for me is that blue never actually "hated" red. jealousy and frustration can make a kid who just wants recognition and praise pretty volatile. for raihan, especially when he was younger, he had to be pretty vigilant to not let his jealously of leon taint their friendship/rivaly. it could be a factor in his investment of a personal brand and celebrity through his influencer status(quiet his inner doubt/impostor syndrom/make up for the he perceivs he lacks).

but i also think raihan's interest in history makes him the contextual thinking type to have been skeptical of leon's experience as champion, especially since leon's hard to read. (the way they both have different types of trust issues. lol) it kinda protected his heart from being too hurt of the physical distance leon's championing put in their friendship over the years too, especially since their rivalry continued on into a professional, profitable setting and they both had images to maintain. (whereas red and blue are coworkers also lol, but working side by side.)

i want to talk about raileon slow burn so bad but i have to go to work rn 😭

[simphellscape]

the longest night | tenya iida

after his U.A graduation, denki kaminari decides to throw one last celebration before everyone moves on to their next big adventure. a certain uninvited guest signs himself up for his most unexpected adventure yet, and he is completely unprepared for the long night ahead.

tw: drugs, cursing

On a particularly warm evening in August, Denki Kaminari invited his classmates to his parents’ condo for a summer reunion. Sure, it hadn’t been terribly long since he’d seen them last, but even he realized the permanence of graduation and the weight it held for graduates of U.A. specifically. In the two weeks since his high school graduation, many of his friends had already begun preparing for their next big conquest: hero work. He could practically feel the ties that he’d built with all of these people starting to snap, and there was absolutely no way he would let that happen.

So, he sent a message to the group chat he shared with his pals, telling them to head over to his place at around 8:00 that evening and to spread the word. He spent the entirety of his day preparing the necessary ingredients for a successful party (with limited knowledge on the subject himself): plenty of alcohol, a smattering of weed and weed snacks, a heap of junk food, and a few card games that looked fun.

People start trickling in at around 8:15, then arrive in droves shortly after.

Now, at approximately 9:15, Denki is confident that at least half of Japan’s population has gathered in his parent’s modest condo. Satisfied, he climbs onto his most destructive party guest’s back without warning.

“Yo, what the fuck? Are you already shitfaced?” Bakugo shouts, swatting Denki.

“Shh, no, I’m not! I want to make an announcement!” he replies, slapping Bakugo’s hands away.

“And what does that have to do with me?”

“I need leverage. You’re taller than me.”

“By like two inches!”

“It’ll be five seconds, lighten up.”

Before Bakugo could protest any longer, his host had already wriggled his way onto his shoulders, and everyone was looking. Although he was notoriously hotheaded, he’d begun to understand the importance of upholding decent appearances in public.

“Oh, sweet! Everyone’s already paying attention,” Denki smiles.

“Get on with it,” Bakugo reminds him through gritted teeth.

“Right. Glad everyone could make it! Drinks and brownies,” Denki pauses to wink exaggeratedly, “are in the kitchen. I’ve got lots of cool games we can play, and Present Mic got me this sweet sound system as a grad present! So, yeah, go nuts! Just… not too nuts because this is my parent’s place.”

With that, he unceremoniously hops off of Bakugo’s shoulders. Bakugo opens his mouth to share a few choice phrases with his friend, but is quickly interrupted by a loud bang.

“I came as soon as I heard!” a familiar, but universally unwelcomed voice cries out.

One of Denki’s classmates, the only one that Denki explicitly did not invite, stands directly in the center of his living room. Immediately behind him is the front door of the Kaminari family home, hanging by a thread off of its hinges. Surrounding him, horrified teenage faces and a few spilled red solo cups.

“Man... Iida, I just said not to go too nuts! My mom’s gonna kill me!”

“Don’t fret, Kaminari! I prepared for this very circumstance!”

The man in question, Tenya Iida, drops the two cases of water nestled in each of his arms to the ground to access his backpack. From it, he pulls out two loaves of bread, a family sized box of Pepto-Bismol, an equally large bottle of ibuprofen, several pairs of identical glasses, and finally, a toolbox.

“You see, in situations like this, caution could be thrown to the side. I brought my personal set of tools, specifically for any damages that may occur!”

He sets the box down, adjusts his glasses, and sighs.

“I do apologize for my oversight, dear friend. I understood that it was urgent that I attend this gathering, as class representative.”

“Yeah, man, I guess I forgot to let you know… you’re not here to tell us all to go home though, right?” Denki clarifies.

After a brief pause, Tenya responds.

“If I’m being completely transparent, I considered it. However, I then recalled a study I came across during my recreational reading hour today that outlined the pros and cons of indulging in activities such as this in moderation. Occasional alcohol consumption is perfectly normal, as long as it’s done safely. It is my number one duty as your class representative and the pro-hero Ingenium to assure the safety of my mates, along with the citizens of the world. So, I decided to attend and uphold my duties!”

Without another word, Iida marches to the door, tool set in hand, to repair it. The buzzing of mutters settle across the room for a moment, until Denki figures out how his new surround sound system works. Quickly, everyone forgot about Tenya’s presence.

It took him approximately ten minutes to fully repair the door. With the nature of Tenya’s quirk, he became incredibly skilled with household tools at a young age. After packing his tools into his knapsack, he turns his attention back to the party.

A song in English plays over Denki’s speakers, with more than a few protanities peppered throughout. A majority of the people in the room have a very firm grasp on the English language, but Tenya has an iron grip on it. In his years of learning it, he dedicated time after school into learning some less scholastic phrases, so that he would never misspeak if chatting with a native English speaker. It ended up doing him some good, as a lot of the people in the room were mindlessly chanting along to the song without knowing the true connotations. Shaking his head, Tenya left the room to embark on a patrol of the house.

He strolled along the perimeter, keeping an ear out for any noises of physical or emotional distress. To his relief, he found the various hallways and corners completely deserted. Satisfied, he makes his way to the kitchen.

He discovers a long table filled with various goodies there: pizzas, chips, dips, brownies, cookies, and the like. It’s alluring. Tenya arrives at a crossroads. He thinks aloud, to nobody.

“Hmm… everyone else in attendance tonight is indulging in things they normally would not be. Of course, ingesting alcoholic beverages could potentially damage my engines. However, it is proven that carb-heavy foods produce an effect similar to the state of drunkenness! Perhaps I could indulge a bit too, as long as I train more rigorously in the morning.”

With that decision made, Tenya peruses the table, pondering on how long it had been since he’d broken his strict diet.

He had pizza last on the night of graduation. A handful of chips two weekends ago. It had been several years since he’d had a pastry, however. The last time he recalled having anything close to a brownie or a cookie was when his classmate, Rikido Sato, prepared a fruit pie for the first celebration his class held at their dormitory. Even then, he only had one bite.

Now, if Tenya was going to truly indulge, he wanted to make it count. He inspected both the plate of cookies and the pan of brownies very closely, wafting the smell towards his face as one would with dangerous chemicals in a laboratory. After more careful thought, he reached for the pan of brownies.

Upon the first bite, the taste of chocolate raced across his taste buds. As it spreads, Tenya can practically feel his dopamine receptors going into overdrive. Halfway through his bite, he notices an edge of something unfamiliar… almost earthy. He doesn’t dislike it; in fact, it leads him to believe that they might be better for him. Perhaps they’re gluten-free, or low-sugar. An odd choice for a party, but he’s certainly not complaining. After shoving the rest of the brownie in his mouth, he goes for another one and completely devours it. He regards the pan of brownies once more.

“Since they seem to be a healthier brownie…”

He reaches for one more with the intent to savor it. He certainly takes his time with this one, enjoying the nuances of this delicious, ambiguously healthy treat. As he is about to take his final bite, another classmate enters the kitchen.

“Hey, Iida, wha-- oh, shit.”

Tenya turns to find Kyoka Jiro standing a few feet from him, white as a sheet. An inexplicable look of horror is spread across her face.

“Hello, Jiro! Wonderful to see you.”

“What are you eating?”

“Oh, this?” Tenya asks, raising the last bite of his brownie, “I know it’s unusual to see me with junk foods, but I decided to treat myself, much like all of you are tonight!”

“That’s not a brownie.”

“I did notice that it wasn’t an exact replica of the brownies I have tasted in the past. Is there another name for this low-carb, chocolate treat?”

“No, Iida, those are edibles. How many did you eat?”

“Oh, Jiro, you have always been a jokester. Of course they’re edible! See?”

Tenya lifts the last bite to his mouth.

“No! Stop!”

He pauses and regards Kyoka, quizzically.

“What seems to be the issue?”

Jiro scrambles over to her friend, snatching the brownie from his hand and stuffing it into her own mouth.

“Okay,” she mumbles over her full mouth, “so, these brownies have been... tampered with.”

Tenya gasps.

“Who would do such a thing?”

“No, no, it was on purpose. Uh--”

With that, Katsuki barges into the kitchen with his usual gusto.

“Who’s doing all that fucking shouting?” he shouts.

For the first time in recorded history, Katsuki takes a moment to appreciate his surroundings. He notices Kyoka, swallowing hard with chocolate crumbs around her lips. He sees Iida, looking very confused with even more chocolate crumbs decorating his face. Finally, he clocks the tray of weed brownies, with a full row completely missing. He absolutely loses his mind, cackling.

“Oh, this is so fucking funny,” he wheezes.

“Alright, I understand that this is all very amusing for you two, but I am, unfortunately, out of the loop,” Tenya asserts.

“They’ve got weed in them, you idiot!” Katsuki reveals, at long last.

Tenya’s mind goes immediately, alarmingly blank. His heart starts beating impossibly fast. His palms become slick with sweat at once.

“Marijuana? That’s impossible,” he finally chokes out.

“Oh, it’s possible,” Katsuki grunts, wiping the tears from his eyes, “and you’re about to be really fucked up.”

Of all the things he expected to encounter at this party, vomit, blood, tears, even law enforcement… something so incredibly illegal was something that had never even crossed his mind. His first instinct is to feel betrayed, and then he recalls a statistic on illicit drug use that he read recently. Not anticipating recreational drugs was a huge oversight. He could be angry later, if he so chooses. Right now, however, he needs to accept accountability and prepare for the journey he is about to take.

“I understand. I know this may come as a great shock to you, but I’m uneducated on the effects of marijuana in large quantities. I assume you both have used this drug before?”

Both Katsuki and Kyoka nod; Katsuki with fervour and a scoff, Kyoka calmly and wordlessly.

“What will happen to me?”

Katsuki opens his mouth to speak, but Kyoka interrupts.

“With all due respect, Mr. Lord Explosion Murder, I’ll take this one.”

Katsuki groans and crosses his arms over his chest.

“In about twenty minutes, you’re going to start to feel a bit… looser. Your brain might feel like it’s running slower than normal. Your body might feel a bit lighter and more relaxed. You’re probably going to feel hungry -- do not eat more brownies, please -- and everything will seem a bit funny and confusing. After a while, you’re probably gonna want to find a place and sit there, because it’s probably gonna be hard to move. Honestly, I don’t know how strong the brownies are, so you might green out, might not. You probably will, though.”

“I’m sorry… ‘green out’?”

“I’m sure you know what happens when you drink too much alcohol, right?”

Tenya nods, slowly.

“The same thing can happen if you have too much pot. You pass out, you throw up, you might even forget about the whole thing if you’re lucky. You definitely won’t die, though. You’d have to have about fifteen of those pans in, like, five minutes.”

“Memory loss doesn’t seem very fortuitous to me.”

“I was being sarcastic. Listen,” Kyoka sighs, “do you want someone to bring you home, or maybe call an Uber? I know you ran over here… and you’re definitely not gonna be able to do that anytime soon.”

Tenya’s normally rigid posture becomes even more so.

“Absolutely not! I promised my classmates that I would be here to assist them, and I will fulfill that promise to the best of my abilities!”

“Okay, I’m gonna let Denki know, then.”

With that, Kyoka leaves the kitchen, a still-chuckling Katsuki following close behind. Tenya lets out a deep sigh. He’s not entirely sure that he has the facilities to undertake this endeavor. He’s not at all like Kyoka, or Katsuki, or anyone else who would partake in this drug knowingly. He’s not carefree like them. Sometimes, he wishes ‘going with the flow’ came as easily to him as it did with many of the people he knows. If it did, then maybe he wouldn’t be so scared right now.

Tenya’s been in many situations where his life was in imminent danger, but he had friends who fought along with him, and he had training to base his decisions on. In this situation, he has no idea what to expect, what to do, or how he’s gonna make it home at the end of the night -- let alone what his family would say if they heard about this.

A fuzzy sensation creeps up Tenya’s spine. His heart rate spikes again, certain that this means his journey is starting much sooner than he thought it would. He sets his brow, takes a deep, calming breath, and begins searching the Kaminari residence for a comfortable place to rest. This is, without a doubt, going to be the longest night of his young life.

a/n: i’m back(ish) and i’m posting crack lol. i could probably write the rest of this if someone wanted it. ask and you shall receive. check the tags for my picks for the naughty english song playing on the sound system hehe

[kingshah345]

not going to use this account anymore

there are a multitude of different reasons why i don’t want me and my system to use this account anymore but i’ll be stating a few -l

Our takes on lesboys/turigirls or goodfaith identities in general- we’ve mostly been open about lesboys, but still, looking back on this - (got humbled in an argument a few times, and we’ve honestly been thinking about it long and hard for a while now) what we’ve said to people who identify as a lesboy/turigirl was extremely disrespectful, transphobic, and terf rhetoric. We’ve always ALWAYS assumed that only cis women/men used these types of labels and were intruding on spaces for women/men. But we’ve realized that people like cuspers, abrosexual, genderfluid/multigendered people in general use labels like these. It was wrong of us to to assume that all turigirls/lesboys were all cisgender people. Not only is this harmful to abrosexual/genderfluid/cuspers/multigendered people, but its also disrespectful to trans women who may still be connected with being apart of a masc identity. Also, butch lesbians use this as a reclaimed term, too (Atm my mind is really blank so i will 100% add to this and address further things me and my alters have said transparently, remind us in the comments if there are any other things we are forgetting on why invalidating lesboys is wrong)

We don’t want to use or no longer be associated with an account that has excessively been apart of discourse. We didn’t come on tumblr for this. We only came here to talk to our friend(s) and i guess we all got caught up and obsessed with responding to discourse. I honestly just want a break. Im sick of arguing about gender identities or sexualities as its a waste of my time, toxic, and it will turn me into someone i don’t want to become. I don’t want to be a terf rhetoric or whatever the fuck they call themselves. I don’t want to lose friends because of unsavory things me and my alters say. I dont want to have people dislike me because of my takes. I really just want to enjoy myself and like posts

bad takes on mental illness - specifically npd. Checking our old description, we’ve said that we’d prefer if all people with npd would not interact to try to befriend us. This is wrong, because it demonises the illness (that is caused by trauma, and cannot be controlled). And from what i’ve heard, this condition is overly stigmatized and i am adding onto the problem. I’m glad that we haven’t gone out of our way to attack people with this condition, but its still wrong to say stuff like this

A few? More like 3

now, i’d like to apologize to anyone, or any group we’ve hurt while saying any of this dierespectful bullshit. We should have at the very least kept our takes to ourself, and wouldnt have verbally hurt any community and person, but we decided to go ahead and verbally invalidate alot of gender/romantic identities, and go against an entire disorder against a persons control. This apology most definitely probably seems half-assed, and i’d like to apologize for that too. I’ve written down the things we’ve done wrong here on tumblr that i could remember, and i hope that this apology can be atleast somewhat semi-accepted.

so from this moment on, we must be good-faith neutral. Hopefully we can look back on this and realize that stigmatizing a disorder because of personal experience, or invalidating someones entire sexual/gender identity because of “i thought ___ used this term only” or because we don’t understand the point of the term, etc.

(we may still hop onto this account to view old dms thats about it)

[toontowncreepypasta]

did talk

one of the reasons why i never ever thought i had did or any kind of dissociative disorder is because the way people describe “talking” to alters and inner communication and a headspace is. soooo fictionalized. i don’t think any of the stuff i’ve read about “inner worlds” or whatever are anything past an imaginary coping mechanism. which works well!! i use it too!! but it’s definetly not at all what i thought it was when i saw people talking about it. “Communication” is less having discussions which i thought it was and more trying to get in touch with parts of yourself that are causing problems to come to a compromise. how to balance things like interests and likes and coping mechanisms and how much we do one thing and how we do another and how to communicate memories between one front to another. there is no face to face communication in my case. there is no imaginary inner world or a place where alters “go” when anothers fronting. it’s more akin to memory loss from blacking outy. it’s not like its happening to someone else who isn’t me, it’s happening to me in a state that i wont remember it. thats what it feels like too. “states” of being. “modes” of existing in. and all the modes have extremely different end goals/wants/interests.

i dont know. a lot of it was very fictionalized and mystical sounding to me when in reality its just kind of. i dont know. boring? mundane? normal?

things like “going dormant” make a lot more sense to me when thought about in the way of “this alter isn’t applicable in your life anymore” because there’s no reason for that “mode” to come out, or has been replaced with something else that does that mode more successfully? i think a lot of it seperates itself from the literal of what’s happening and more into the metaphorical/imaginative paart of what’s happening and while thats absolutely ok and not a problem, its made it extremely hard for me to navigate bc i dont think like that. i rlly dont like the words system or alters or whatever bc they feel just so.... .soooooo............ inhuman. but this is a human condition :(

[bonefall]

I think I bingeread like... most of ur Real long posts about ur better bones au. is good. I'm just sitting here thinking about what if Fallenleaf got a Chance to speak to Hollyleaf. If only to say "girl WHAT are you doing. btw in 100 years u become nonbinary. it's baller."

I can't remember if fallenleaf. is nonbinary? Maybe my heart made that up entirely bc I like the idea of her losing her name and gender. like fallenleaf hops out the cave and has no sense of identity aside from 99 years of Grief and is like right right right there's a binary gender system. which one am I. fuck fuck fuck fuck which ONE WAS I. what was the gender. even called. uhhhh

I MEAN you kinda can't be in isolation for 100 years, forget your name, but perfectly remember what gender is. Like, the girl forgets what it's like to walk in a warm body that has weight and affects the leaves and soil under her paws, and she just remembers what ThunderClan expects of a molly-gender?

In fact like... she's much more passive now, probably likes walks a lot more than she used to. She's a bit more Tom-ly these days in any case.

I'm not sure if I'd call her NB rep but she certainly has a stranger, more distant to the society and culture she returned to, which includes their gender roles.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

[busts out of the ground]

I'M NOT DEAD @jbeetle814 @hattedhellspawn I'M SO SORRY I ABANDONNED YOU GUYS INSIDE MY INBOX FOR A YEAR

I'll tell you everything with pleasure!

Buckle up because this might be a long ride :)

So, let's first establish the basic context of this whole AU; such as background info on what in the actual fresh hell is going on here.

First things first: this AU just kind of co-exists on the sidelines of canon tf2 with its own separate story happening while the OG mercs are off following canon at the same time in New Mexico and stuff. So technically, they both are in the same universe, just, from entirely different perspectives. I guess we can’t even call this an AU at this point but shhhh, we like having fun here.

Okay, so now that we’re clear with that let’s hop onto the actual story of ✨️ ze switcheroo mercs✨️:

BASICALLY, the 'mercs are actually all clones' theory is very much a real thing in my world. Except that the canon RED mercs are the “original mercs”, and literally everybody else are just clones.

Multiple cloned teams of the "original mercs" are scattered worldwide, and the job switcheroo mercs are one of them! Every single cloned teams are controlled by the one and only, you guessed it: Administrator. RED and BLU basically run a massive international chain company at this point, but like, with clones that fight each other to death.

The job switched mercs are one of the few cloned teams that have the least physical differences from the OGs they are supposed to doppelgang, which is surprisingly rarer than you’d expect. Ironically enough, clones rarely ever look exactly the same as the "originals" because of gene mutations (don't trust me on this, I'm not a science person at all), and more often than not a clone is going to pop out blond instead of brunette- or tall instead of short.

PERSONALITY HOWEVER, is a whole different story. My version of clones are "born" with a blank slate for a mind, with only the bare necessary knowledge for, ya know, living (i.e. how to eat, how to speak, how to do their job, yada yada you get the gist). All memories and pasts of the "originals" are wiped clean and you've got yourself a fancy new clone, yayyy.

So because of the obvious lack of everything inside the clones' minds, clones often don't have the same personality as the "originals", and sometimes even differ completely. It's up for them to build experience and form their own identity (as long as they don't end up revolting against Admin or anything, but that's never happened before so it should be okay).

The job switcheroo mercs have been stationed at a base in bumfuck nowhere (think of any country to slap em onto) with another cloned BLU team for approximately 3 2 years now; and all members of each team have formed their own entirely unique identities by now, and guess what that means! They're starting to have thoughts!

In the beginning, no one really cared about the jobs they were assigned with as a clone, but as the years grew they started thinking: “Hey, how about no [breaks the social norms]”. Everyone eventually realized that no one was happy with the jobs they were initially given, so they said fuck you to the system and started passing around their classes like a hot potato to see what sticks. By the end of this whole ordeal, everyone had tried everyone else’s job at least once before they eventually found the one they were satisfied with. TADA, ✨️the job switcheroo mercs were born✨️

Admin didn’t really care about this whole thing because 1) they're technically still doing what they're supposed to be doing, just with different jobs now and 2) she had other, bigger things to worry about, and the most emotion this mini revolt drew from her was: “ew, Miss Pauling, they’re starting to have opinions”

So far the team consists of:

Sniper as Soldier

Scout as Medic

Medic as Engineer

Spy as Demoman

Soldier as Spy

Demoman as Sniper

Heavy as Pyro

Engineer as Heavy

Pyro as Scout

ANYWAYS that’s all I got for now so if u got anymore questions feel free to ask

(Friendly reminder that this AU is a joke that I got way too invested in, and these job switches were made completely on random. AND ALSO literally nothing about this makes sense so let's just fuck around and find out at this point)

[thecirculararchive]

Do you have any, like, lists to misinfo endos spread that can hurt OSDDID systems? I consider myself endo neutral but I kinda wanna do like…a sweep of our thoughts about our system to make sure we’re not carrying anything dangerous, if that makes sense.

Hoo boy.

First off: Anyone in the communities, please feel free to reblog with your own examples. I'm just gonna go off what I've experienced / know about. Also, fair warning, some of this list may be references to trauma.

Malicitors aren't a thing. That's the "evil alter" brand of Persecutors, and it demonizes them to call them Malicitors.

No, switches in OSDD/DID do not always come with energy boosts. I believed this wholeheartedly when I joined pro-endo communities, and crashed my car thinking I would be able to stay awake while driving if I just switched enough.

System hopping is a manipulation tactic, full stop. It is not possible. Alters are dissociated parts of one personality; one brain. Those parts can't hop over brains!!!!

DID/OSDD only form due to childhood trauma. The DSM does not have this as diagnostic criteria due to the fact that they would have to literally traumatize children to get a 100% certainty of if childhood trauma is the only cause. Please, endos and pro-endos, stop saying DID/OSDD is not trauma based.

Gaslighting is a term used by many endos and pro-endos to refer to anti-endo discussions. Gaslighting is not the proper word to use any of the times I've seen it used in these discussions. Gaslighting happens over an extended period of time by someone who holds power over you - not a minor on tumblr who called you a cunt.

System is meant to mean System of Dissociated Parts. The language was used by DID Systems before Endogenics co-opted the language. "But system means many other things!" Jesus Christ, I'm not talking about a goddamn computer operating system rn. Stop trying to twist traumatized peoples words to make it seem like we were talking about fucking Windows EP or IFS Therapy.

Disorder means so much more than distress. Many endogenics just want to boil down having a disorder to Always Suffering All The Time. This just, frankly, isn't true in the slightest.

No, hallucinations are not alters. Please seek help for your hallucinations if they are causing you trouble in life.

Systemhood is not an identity. You can not "identify" as a disorder.

System Accountability is a GOOD thing. No, it is not "leashing your alters" to tell them to stop harassing people. Alters are part of you; you (as a whole) need to take accountability for those actions.

The idea of natural multiplicity was popularized through ableist movements to demedicalize OSDD/DID. PluralDeepDive is a great resource to learn more about this topic.

Fictives are not their source. Dating someone from your source just because you dated in source is a bad thing.

Dormancy is not death. Alters do not die.

Switches can be controlled, in some systems (not all), to some degree (not always). This isn't an endogenic thing.

You can learn about your DID as a child. Some people on my blog have even been diagnosed as young as 12 and 13. This does not make you endogenic.

Not remembering your trauma does not make you endogenic.

Good lord I think that's all I can handle for right now. This was exhausting...

[penny-anna]

do you have any shazam fic recs/favorite fics

im still exploring the ao3 section but ohoho yes I have a few:

Specific to Shazam (2019):

like a tiger (defying the laws of gravity)

"Billy hated how he picked her up so gingerly, when in any other case he’d just pull her against his chest. He hated how holding his daemon, the most natural thing in the world, felt so clumsy and awkward with his new hands. He hated how he could feel Cassi’s heart racing through his fingers, how fragile she felt in his grip."

Shazam! But they have daemons

v straightforward Shazam daemon au, its very sweet, author has obviously put a lot of thought into the daemon forms!! freddy has a fennec fox daemon which delights me i love fennecs <3

Asking Questions

“God,” Freddy said, hopping from foot to foot a couple times before leaping a few feet into the air. “You know you’re fucked up when not being in pain is your favourite superpower.”

little uhh Freddy centric one shot

5 Times The Justice League Met Members Of The Shazamily (And The One Time They Realised Why They Hadn't Been Introduced)

"It all started for Barry when he was overtaken by something bright purple and cackling."

Exactly what it says on the tin- the Justice League realising that there are more magical superheroes out there through a series of bizarre encounters while Captain Marvel avoids answering their questions.

i already rec'd this one but it's just uhh very cute ok. i also love the superhero names they picked out for the rest of the Marvel Family.

Habits & Heroes

By the time he’s eleven Billy is far too used to being around alcohol, drugs, and cigarettes. It’s just inevitable to come across when placed in the more unsavory homes the system has to offer. While he never felt inclined to take part in such things, the pressure amongst his many foster siblings and friends on the streets gets to him. It’s not a big deal, he reasons. Simply easier to partake than constantly being badgered for being a ‘goody goody’.

or

Billy is a bit more rough around the edges then people assume.

“Why do I feel like we just caught our kid doing drugs or something?” GL laughed. “It just seems-”

“ Weird right?” Flash finished emphatically.

i just really enjoy this one & its pre-identity reveal shenanigans idk

& a couple of other-canons based Captain Marvel fics:

The Power of Gods

Everyone knew Captain Marvel had the powers of gods, but never in the Justice League's life did they ever think they would come face to face with them.

Or, 6 times the Justice League realized how damn powerful Captain Marvel is, and the one time they found out Billy Batson was even stronger.

the good good identity reveal shit

Baby Blues

Harley had never been to Fawcett City in her life, but she had heard that it was basically as different from Gotham as a city could possibly be. Bright. Cheery. Happy. Friendly. Safe.

It was a place where, with any luck, she could ride out her pregnancy in secret and find a proper home for the kid afterwards.

Meeting the resident superhero and befriending the sweet kid from across the hall just made things more interesting.

(WIP but last updated this week) honestly this might be my fav shazam/captain marvel fic i've found so far, i was like hmm u know i think Captain Marvel & Harley Quinn would pair well and this fic hecking delivered. i love them. they are best friends now. <3

[kingjaffejoffer]

Wednesday Thoughts, Bad Takes, Drivel, etc.

- Tyrese being in such close proximity to Will and Jada shoulda been more of a red flag than it appeared in 2017 #WillSmithWire #FuckeryBirdsOfAFeather

- When people put blue colored emoji next to their name to make it appear like they're verified is the social media version of wearing a toupee. It's not convincing and makes you look a little sad.

- Mid 90's Janet Jackson is one of the sexiest women ever.

- I lost a lot of friends, family, and acquaintances since the pandemic started. I've lived so much life in the last 5 years. Everything changed so much. I'm incapable of being the exact same person people knew me to be.

- Black Dating culture is so toxic. The relationship between black men and black women is beyond dysfunctional. It's exhausting, this isn't about pointing fingers, it's just me saying I'M TIDE.

- Dame Lillard should not have been on the NBA 75th anniversary team.

- The Weeknd singing "never need a bitch, I'm what a bitch need" in the most effeminate voice possible is the hardest thing to come out of Canada.

- "Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity." is one of the most useful quotes to.

- Spotify Wrapped isn't nearly as smart or "a dangerous display of ~The Algorithm~ as people think. I use LastFM as well (which is a basic song counter, iTunes used to do it too) and that's All Spotify Wrapped is. A song/artist/genre counter with jpegs and music.

My last FM data and my Spotify Wrapped results were basically identical.

- I watch Succession faithfully, and while the entire cast is terrible, I really hate Roman. I'm hoping he dies somehow but I know it won't happen.

That whole smug "my deep insecurities cause me to treat everyone like shit" thing is not endearing to me.

- Generally speaking, black men are so politically uneducated, it's embarrassing. And people always jump to the notion that if you're politically educated that means you turn a blind eye to corruption, or you don't know that the difference between dems and Republicans is scant at best. They assume because you care about politics that you believe in the system.

All untrue.

You don't have to be religious or believe in God to take advantage of the benefits organized religion provides if you're an opportunist. You don't have to believe a degree makes you smarter than other people to take advantage of the advantages college will provide you.

So in that same vein, you don't have to believe in any idealized version of America to understand and follow politics, which heavily affect your life.

We're at a time where the U.S Is in the middle of an ideological war. Russia spent years trying to influence our election, even went to as far to specifically target Black People to influence. The entire world keeps up with American news, not because we're special, but because whatever happens here eventually ripples to their home.

Everyone seems to understand the stakes are high.... Except Black men.

Have you ever looked at the political discourse in places where Black men congregate? Have you ever looked at the political discourse in hip hop/rap spaces? Holy shit.

Niggas will spend an entire lifetime namedropping Sun Tzu Art of War and The 48 Laws Of Power and fail to "know thy enemy" on the most basic level.

The most anti-government people in the world educated themselves on how the system works. You can't engage an enemy you've failed to prepare for. You can't manipulate a system you don't even understand.

Walking around parroting Fox News talking points like fucking idiots.

I be disgusted with niggas, I'm sorry.

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

Constantine: His Rogues Gallery includes Minor Gods! What is wrong with you people?! // Danny: What do you mean? I don't fight Minor Go- *(thinks about Undergrowth, Vortex, and Nocturne)* Okay so I see where you're coming from. But I'm sure you guys have dealt with the type before and tbh Undergrowth just can't handle the cold. So just get a Freeze Ray or get Superman to breathe on him and everything'll be good.

I actually haven't really thought much about the concept of his enemies being minor gods but like you right they are

even if only by legend, the ghost zone is full of natural portals that open up into different time periods, these ghosts may not even be as old as the legends about them are, they've just jumped through enough portals and wreaked enough havoc to make names for themselves among a variety of cultures, they may have even changed forms a few times (as we know ghosts can sometimes do) which gave people the impression that they were different gods

not to mention some of the ghosts were ripped directly out of mythology, Pandora for one, her legend is way different from the real thing, likely due to history's classic game of telephone fucking everything up

then there's the question of if they are actually literal gods or were just mistaken for them, ghosts born from the dead are different than ghosts born of the ghost zone

I like to adopt the concept of poltergeists, spirits created from an amalgamation of emotion verses the independent soul/spirit/personality of someone who died

so the Far Frozen in my eyes was a civilisation created by the collection of human curiosity, they are essentially knowledge spirits who have grown their own culture, there are many of them due to scholars and education systems often relying on the experiences of many, teaching each other and engaging in discussion in order to understand things better, there are likely many different yetis with different specific interests, new yetis coming into being when more humans discover new things, they could all be considered minor gods based on their individual interests, and many have likely travelled through portals in an opportunistic field trip to learn, and due to their appearance and seemingly omniscient knowledge, have been associated as a god of their particular field of study

Undergrowth I like to imagine is a new spirit, born only recently with the rise of general frustration and anger by current generations over the destruction of the planet's environment and ecosystems, he is an amalgamation of the energy that would be produced at climate rallies and protests

Nocturne is also born of a combined human experience, that of course being dreams, he is probably one of the oldest spirits in human existence, his journeys in and out of natural portals would have inspired legends like that of the sandman and the greek god Morpheus, his recent rise to power may have been caused by a gradual incline of insomnia among people, the more desperation for sleep feeding into Nocturne's drastic behaviour

Vortex was also likely to be an old god, born of a time when people believed the weather to be made by gods and not simply a natural event, he's one I like to think has changed appearance many times over the years, he has hopped back and forth through portals, and his personality changes like the weather (ha ha) depending on the people who would pray to him and give offerings for rain to water their crops, in which case he would come and bring rain because it's what people believe he will do, or when an extreme natural weather event happens and people believe the gods to be angry and vengeful, in which case he would become angry and vengeful, in his episode during the show, I believe he showed up destructive because there had been a recent natural disaster somewhere in the world where the culture believed their god to be responsible, it wouldn't matter which god, Vortex would always be the one to embody that belief, as long it was associated with the weather

so I think it would be apt to refer to these native born ghosts created by pieces of human consciousness as minor gods, as they cannot truly be destroyed unless humans as a whole stopped feeling or thinking or believing in whatever initially created them, Nocturne cannot be permanently destroyed because people will always dream, Undergrowth can't be destroyed as long as people still feel fury over the destruction of the environment, but his behaviour could be altered if humans became more sustainable in the future and the general frustration and anger over environmental destruction waned, Vortex may actually have lost much of his power over time as fewer and fewer people blamed gods or spirits for the weather, if that belief ever disappeared entirely, so would he

even regular human born ghosts could even reach minor god status if they become a known figure, Pandora may have been human once, but in death became famous from her legend (inaccurate though it has become), and as a result became quite powerful, I also think she represents more than one deity, I think she likely also is believed to be the goddess Soteria (greek goddess of protection and safety, due to her role as the guardian of the Box), and so that belief also fuels her power, despite humanity believing those two identities to be seperate beings, however I don't believe she would be susceptible to a change in personality like natural born deities are since she already had a personality and a sense of identity to begin with, but her abilities and the power she wields may be altered by public perception

and to leap off of THAT point, we reach the idea that Danny is a very famously known ghost that many people believe in, many people love him, like Pandora he is a protector and a guardian, and so his ability to protect is boosted by that, much like a deity who is powered by worship, he himself has inadvertently become a minor god

and he also happens to be close friends with a MAJOR God, a God with a capital G, one who has existed before humans, existed before earth, he gained a physical manifestation as humans began to understand time as a concept, this, of course, being Clockwork, who happens to be responsible for every minor god's interaction with the human world because he controls the time periods in which the natural portals open, hence why so many portals were opening in ancient greece, because Clockwork had determined that their mythology was important to the future for whatever reason, I mean greek myths are still well known by today's standards and that must have been important enough for Clockwork to ensure it happened that way

he puts a lot of focus on Danny's development because he will become something incredibly significant to history, which is why other superheroes reeeeaaaally need to step back and mind their own god damn business, I can just imagine Clockwork popping in on Constantine and stressing the absolute importance of Danny being left alone

and then Constantine has to go chew out the Justice League because THE LITERAL GOD OF TIME SAID YOU NEED TO S T O P