#maltusians
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Note
Faora-Ul is trans, she's not the only one and it doesn't matter to Kryptonians in general. This is because they don't reproduce Naturally. So why would someone transitioning even be a big deal in the slightest? They aren't even the only species who reproduce like this and have similar stances on Transhood.
Maltusians have been like this for millennia. Ronakar is trans as well.
While Martians did NOT reproduce like that, due to their shapeshifting nature, they also don't make a huge deal about being trans. Miss Martian and Martian Manhunter are both trans (Martian Manhunter was confirmed to be trans in one of the DCAU comics.)
#faora hu ul#faora ul#kryptonians#maltusians#oans#ranakar#martians#miss martian#m'gann m'orzz#megan morse#martian manhunter#j'onn j'onzz#john jones
21 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Little Blue Elephant In The Room
"Your bio says fascists are not allowed on Oa, but aren't the Guardians fascists?" The Guardians are all dead. Koyos killed 'em. They've been dead fer three years now. Oa belongs ta the people. Well, technically Oa belongs ta the United Planets and that's its own problem, but the Guardians are all dead is my point. And before you say anythin', yes, everyone thinks I'm dead too, but c'mon. I vanished in a' unexplained flare from the yellow power battery on Korugar, an' Hal wakes up three days later an' is told I'm dead but there's no body? Please. Even fer comics that's paper-thin. The fact that Hal buys it at all is testament ta bad writin'.
#green lantern#green lantern corps#green lantern lore#dc comics#comics#Geoffrey Thorne's run was good actually#Good Riddance to Bad Guardians#Zamarons Controllers and Maltusians too#They're all dead everybody is dead Dave
0 notes
Text
@stealingyourbones Ooooh that WOULD work too? Since Earth technically invaded them first and is now trying to commit genocide. The ghost side, AT BEST has individual actors behaving badly. Individuals. And while they will need to face either GHOST or Galactic sentences for their crimes? You can't justify killing off what is clearly MULTIPLE GALAXYS or more, possibly ALL OF REALITY, because "oooh spooky dead people broke my sidewalks and I can't handle reminders of my own mortality!".
One planet, especially still developing planet like earth, does NOT get to declare war on behalf of all reality and desecrate THEIR DEAD RELATIVES AND FRIENDS. Danny could and probably DOES show up with previous Lanterns. As in "didn't he DIE?" "Yes, heroically. Saved an entire solar system from total collapse, billions of lives. They named a planet after him."
Like? Do you have ANY idea how many Green Lanterns become ghosts? How many Lanterns in general? Strong emotions at their final moments, unfinished business, a powerful reason to remain, remember? *gestures to half the dead members of the Green Lantern core, who came to back him because this is Important(tm) so they're willing to put every favor ever owed and any drop of remembered goodwill behind it.
And that's ON TOP of the entirely reasonable "we're not asking you to deal with the ENTIRE planet. Just at best a few countries ON IT! Loudly, visibly, and in a way they can't escape from. Justice. So they can't do this again."
Because you KNOW there are a lot of countries on Earth where "we are planning to attack your dead relatives and chop them open because we've decided they're non-sentient and no we won't give you a chance to verify that first." Would go over like throwing a brick at somebody's toddler while kicking grandma over into a trash pile. You know... super calmly with absolutely no rioting or foaming at the mouth.
To say NOTHING of the Representatives of Dead Planets (such as Krypton) who could ALSO come to make it a joint request. How many thousands of Representatives from worlds they could not save over the millennium? That stand next to the very Lanterns they lost, fighting valiantly to the very last, to save even a single soul, as those worlds BURNED? Are you going to fail them twice? Let them DIE twice? They are being invaded. They fear for the stability of the Universe itself.
A few governments are playing God on behalf of a creation. And have chosen to be monstrous gods. Every Lantern here, each one of YOU, could end up in their so called laboratories. Your very souls torn to pieces. Do the dead not deserve their peace? Is it not enough to die once? Tell us Gaurdians, look into the eyes of your dead Maltusian brothers and sisters, your fellow scientists from that first world to ever hold sentient life, and DARE justify for a second not intervening. Do not forget, the dead remember your sins. They were there for them.
Submitted Prompts #58
The Infinite Realms and Earth are on the verge of war from the GIWs actions. Ghost King Danny has lost all trust in humans, but doesn’t want to go to war but has to solve this for his people. He goes to the Guardians of Oa, the leaders of the Green Lanterns. Hoping that the peacekeeping space police can receive their aid if he presents the Ghost Zone’s side of the story to them.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny phantom#dc comics#writing prompts#dp x dc prompts#Maltusian#Gaurdians of oa#dont you look down on us from your high little chair buddy#we were there when we were all assholes killing each other#we were 'primative' too once#dont throw stones you old fart#i turn the mic to the first of about a bajillion representatives we brought#you're up my funky lil kyptonian dude
583 notes
·
View notes
Note
I love how you connect various characters and power sets to the lanterns and emotional spectrum, whether it’s the various lantern corps. Or the red, green and others from the swamp thing and animal man comics, and recently that amazing green arrow art, what other characters do you think tap into that same power source in the headverse? I’ve always wondered if the emotional spectrum is some filtered version of the source, or that maybe it has ties with the lords of order and chaos … I just get so inspired by your creativity it really lights a fire in me 😁
Always glad to inspire
so actually the Emotional Spectrum being a filtered version of the Source is exactly what I was thinking, but as a consequence of the eternal tension between the (Light) Source and The Great Darkness. The Darkness predates The Source and instinctively seeks to consume it, the site of contact between the two creating material reality (The "Pankosmos" or "Pankosmik"). The Source manifested consciousness in the form of The Presence (often conflated with the Christian God, but ultimately distinct) and life itself in the form of The Entity, filtering out into the Spectrum Entities, its "children" (Umbrax, Lovebird, Proselyte, Adara, Ion, Parallax, Ophidian, Butcher, and Raedan/Hate Machine) while the Great Darkness began mimic this process, creating Nekron and Barbatos, corrupting Eclipso, and manifesting an "Anti-Presence" or Primordial God of Darkness.
The Lords of Order and Chaos initially emerged from opposite sides of this divide (The Source and Gemworld for Order, The Great Darkness and Darkworld for Chaos) but the division blurred over eternity as being living in material reality grew beyond the Manichaen Us-Them Dichotomy of Light and Dark. Just as the multiverse is a product of the interaction between opposing forces, so is everything within it. The Source being released from its Wall would be just as devastating as the Great Darkness overtaking material reality, if not moreso. This came to a head twice in Proto-History and Hyper-Ancient human history with Krona's vision of the Empty Hand on Maltus, and again with Garn Daanuth and Garn Ahri'ahn (descended from the Omega Humanoids that populated the Garden of Eternity before it was rendered barren and became the Rock of Eternity) struggling over Darkworld leading to the deluge that sunk Atlantis, Lemuria and Mu and trapped Skartaris in a pocket dimension. Many of the refugees of the Garn Civil War ended up on Xerox (The Sorceror's World or "Gemworld") though Xerox itself wouldn't created until far into the future, unstuck from Hypertime by its overwhelming mystical energy.
Predating the Maltusians reverse-engineering Lantern technology from Volthoom, the Spectrum itself was wilder and less controlled, appearing like mystical fire and becoming the basis of the Starhearts. Obvs this powers Alan and Jade (Green), The Sorovs and the Church of Blood (Red), Cobalt Blue (Blue), The Amazons' Purple Ray (Violet), Despero (Indigo), and various Wizards and Warlocks (Orange and Yellow). The Black Flame is particularly dangerous, resurrecting the dead but sublimating their will entirely to Nerkon.
19 notes
·
View notes
Text
Green Lanterns generally don’t celebrate Thanksgiving.
This is of course because the vast majority of the Corps aren’t even from Earth, let alone the United States. And the seven humans who are citizens of that country are often off-world when the holiday comes around.
(Look, keeping track of Earth time is really hard when you’re nowhere even close to the Solar System)
Despite this, most Green Lanterns understand what Thanksgiving is on some level. It is fairly common for most cultures that come from agricultural foundations to have a festival that is centered around gratitude for a successful harvest- Earth alone has multiple variations of this celebration, and it is hardly unique among other planets in this regard. Scaled up to the entire universe, and virtually all Green Lanterns will have encountered a version of this holiday on some planet within their sectors, if not their own homeworld.
Of course, there is a lot of differences from culture to culture. For instance, the Astonians' Helious Night feast of tuber cakes and fruit is very different from a Toomeyan Ry'Sharak gathering that involves fighting wild beasts and eating the losers. Despite these occasionally jarring differences though, the sentiment of giving thanks remains consistent across the celebrations of many worlds.
It's hardly surprising then, that Green Lanterns who wanted to share such traditions with their comrades and friends within the Corps should come up with a version all their own. It began in the distant past as a simple gathering between several officers from neighboring sectors. Just a group of friends getting together for a good time, each one bringing food or drink from their respective homeworlds. They did this once every cycle of Oa around its star (which is actually shorter than an Earth year, funnily enough), and each time the party got larger and larger as more and more GLs were invited. In time, it became an event that the entire Corps was involved in.
Even the Guardians of the Universe would sometimes join the festivities. Immortals they may be, but the Maltusians were once a race like any other, who once upon a time had celebrated long-forgotten holidays of their own. Fittingly enough, one of those was yet another version of thanksgiving. And if one or two or all of the Guardians did feel a spark of gratitude to see their Green Lanterns celebrating each others' company- well, that's between the little blue guys.
So no, the Green Lanterns do not celebrate Thanksgiving. Instead, they meet on Oa once a year to share good food and companionship, and to be grateful for each others' friendship and continued survival (being a Green Lantern is a dangerous life, after all).
#headcanon#green lantern corps#alien culture#thanksgiving#dc comics#made up holidays#guardians of the universe#green lantern culture#creative writing
14 notes
·
View notes
Note
hi, your e136 look pretty cool! I wanna ask, how did Jessica Cruz and Simon Baz get to being the second Jade and Obsidian?
Wherever there is light, shadow will bloom in its absence. The Intrinsic Light, parts of which would be harnessed by the Oans to eventually create the Green Lantern Corps, would be no exception. Volthoom, a lantern during the Maltusian Imperial Era, would seek to explore this Great Darkness, bypassing the safeguards of his Ring to do so. He would be found out, of course, separated from his Ring and imprisoned, but the Ring would disappear into the far reaches of space.
Eventually reaching Earth.
In some worlds, the Ring of Volthoom would empower the Power Ring of the Crime Syndicate.
In E136, the unfortunate human it found was Jessica Cruz. After a period controlled by the Ring, Jessica would find the will to wrest control of her body from the Ring, if only temporarily, causing the Ring to self destruct as one last act of spite, catching good samaritan street racer Simon Baz in the blast when he volunteered to drive Jessica away from populated areas.
Fortunately both would survive, though the blast would inexorably link Jessica with the Green Realm of the Light and Simon with the Darklands, giving them powers parity to Jade and Obsidian, sibling superheroes active in the latter half of the 20th century, powers that would grow uncontrollable unless they stayed in relatively close contact.
Bound by chance, the duo would eventually become heroes by choice, serving as partners in crime (stopping)...and eventually life.
They may end up having kids, but I'm not certain. They're married as fuck though.
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
Maltusians would have had a mantra:
Choose not Corruption's false way
But with all Creation say:
Guard the light of First Day
And hold Final Night at bay
The third line originally referred to not viewing the start of the universe as well as protecting innocence and tradition in general, and then came to refer to wise use of the magics that were released. The fact that the mantra did not mention Chaos energy is part of the reason it was not a recognized phenomenon among Oans, who split all chaos into either Creation or Corruption.
Is this pre or post- Krona messing up the universe by looking at the time before Time? Either way I can see Ekron struggling with wanting to follow this mantra in the face of everything he learns about his future eye
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
A normal person, a prude that's still cool with freaks, and a Maltusian have their conversations transcribed by an amused observer
Disgust has absolutely no ethical weight. If you are basing your ethical positions on the emotion of disgust you should stop, it is entirely unjustified and leads to a huge amount of harm.
#I love this#Yuck is not a functional “vibe check” for if something is good or bad#Just because a ham sandwich might make me convulse and projectile vomit but that doesn't automatically make me think a honey ham is vile#I just say it because it's funny#I can't remember what it taste like#Green lantern
130K notes
·
View notes
Text
When the Guardians of the Universe first formed, they reasoned that the best way to bring justice to the stars was through the unbiased logic of machinery. Thus they built the Manhunters. These tireless and incorruptible police drones were equipped with transforming nanotechnology to fight the infinite forms the evils of the universe might take.
For years the Manhunters maintained order. But increasingly, their “purely logical” programming left no room for things like freedom or mercy. Ultimately they began questioning the logic in following their inherently irrational organic masters. By the time the Guardians tried to shut them down, the Manhunters’ nanotech had adapted beyond their control.
All hope might have been lost were it not for the Maltusians. With their advanced mental and technological gifts, the Maltusians devised a way to surpass even the Manhunters’ abilities using thought alone: The Green Lanterns. What followed was a long and far-reaching war, but eventually, the Green Lanterns Corps defeated the Manhunter threat.
Although the Manhunters are gone, many are still wary of any artificial intelligence or nanotechnology. Some are wary of the Guardians and the Lanterns. And in the darkest depths of space, legends claim that some of those supremely adaptable drones survived, biding their time until they are strong enough to return…
1 note
·
View note
Note
The Guardians of the Universe forgot their native language. They are so dependent on the Emotional Lights and their own telepathy that they forgot it.
Most of them have extremely thick accents without the light and their telepathy. So if they lose both, they wouldn't even be able to understand themselves properly.
The only exception is Appa Ali Apsa who spent time on Earth and to not freak people out, he actually took time to learn a few of Earth's languages so if he meets nontelepaths and he can't tap into the spectrum, he's still able to talk. His accent is still very thick but he at least understands himself.
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
“How Did All This Happen?”- A Memoire by one Marinette Dupain-Cheng 1
Soooooo I decided to write this. much longer than the other things i posted, also very tonally different. I will definitely continue that other fic tho. I was just brainstorming and now this exists. Yeah.
without further ado
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
People Fucked Up and Now It’s All Marinette’s Mess to Clean Up I
This was not how Marinette planned for her night to go. Granted, she also could not envision it going literally any other way. The woes of making a deal with the hell-raiser himself, John Constantine, she supposes. She truly hoped Adrien was having a much better time than her with his cousin in London. After the circus that was the past three years, he deserved some reprieve, even if it was with his bratty doppelganger. Regardless, Marinette. Was. Not. Pleased. No matter how many times she thinks over her plan, recalculates every step and decision, she could not fathom this night ending well for her, or anyone really, but mostly her. And no amount of old Ladybug or Guardian luck could help her. Now, if one were to wonder what kind of tragedy had befallen Marinette on this disgraceful night, a brief history of the last three months could enlighten such a person. Or better yet, let’s start at the beginning. The Real Beginning.
So, things existed. Obviously. First there was nothing, and then, something. And as more things began to exist, as new schools of knowledge and concepts and ideas began to, well, exist, Kwamis formed as well. Each Kwami was the physical manifestation of these ideas or abstracts. Creation was the first, coupled with Destruction. And as more things began to exist, more things began needing to be protected. Thus, the Kwami of Protection. This went on. For a while. Soon thereafter there were Kwamis of all types. Jubilation, Time, Strength, etc, etc, and etc. Now these Kwamis did not linger in one spot. They roamed across the far stretches of existence and interacted with the life they found.
Some Kwamis decided to form a magical pact which intergalactic historians would later dub the Emotional Electromagnetic Spectrum. Sounds familiar? The Kwamis themselves were completely blissfully unaware of this title, lest they would have explained to these beings, Maltusians they were called, that they were not in fact, electromagnetic but more so a part of the Powers that Be. Kind of. But this side-story involves the formation of a few universally known Lantern Corps, and that is a barrel of monkeys our exasperated narrator does not want to touch with a ten-foot pole. Or ever.
Other Kwamis, who stuck close to what would become known as the Milky Way, were discovered by a mage who granted them the ability to interact with humans. This mage— and Marinette was silently cursing his descendants, herself included, for if it weren’t for this absolute mad lad, none of the subsequent events of this night would have transcribed—had bound the Kwamis to magical jewelry called Miraculouses. An interesting side effect of these Kwamis being bound to the miraculouses was that the wearer could call upon the powers of the Kwamis for their own usage. The mage feared what could become of the world if this kind of power became so easily accessible, so he created the Order of the Guardians. The Order was dedicated to training young mages to protect, wield and harvest the powers of the miraculouses. The Order swore to true neutrality; wishing not to impose their will on one side or the other, to maintain balance and to not upset the natural order of the world.
This went surprisingly well for a few millennia, that is, of course, if you ignore the sinking of Atlantis, the extinction of the dinosaurs, the Black Plague, the creation of the Lazarus Pits, Pompeii, to name a few completely egregious instances—not necessarily in order of course—and well, the point stands that it could have been astronomically worse. Until it was.
One young mage and Guardian in training had caused the downfall of almost the entire Order of the Guardians. All the centuries of history, teachings, artifacts and even the people at the head temple, were lost to the calamity. Dozens of Miraculous Boxes were lost, destroyed in the fray. The Kwamis themselves were relatively unaffected, being immortal and all, but the magical jewelry binding them to the earth were broken, thus those Kwamis were lost to mankind once again. Only one singular box, and the young mage himself, survived. The new Guardian of one miraculous box was left to scour the earth in solitude. Well, about as much solitude one could have with 17 pocket gods as company. The fact that the only box that survived was missing two more miraculouses caused the already stressed guardian to grey further. But that tidbit of information would be a problem for later. And for someone else entirely too. Oh joy.
But before that sequence of events, aptly named “Marinette’s Trial by Fire,” however, the young guardian had a couple more life mistakes to make before he reached his internal quota apparently. Rather than travel to another sector of the Order on the other side of the earth, this young mage stumbled upon another organization, one similar in architecture and hierarchy but a pendulum swing in the total moral opposite. Yes, that’s right, the guardian found himself upon the League of Shadows, led by Ra’s Al Ghul in his endeavor of global cleansing; by acts of ecoterrorism, but who sweats the small stuff, right? There, the young guardian, who adopted the name of Wang Fu, met his first love Ming Hong and they had a son. The son had a daughter he named Mei. Now Mei was only a few weeks younger than Ra’s Al Ghul’s grandson, Damian. Now with an appropriate heir, and someone to procreate with said heir, Ra’s Al Ghul gained a special interest in the small Fu family that originally flew under the radar of the League.
Now this is where things continue to go downhill, but not until much, much later in this story. Ra’s Al Ghul, despite his radical ambitions, was particularly good at playing the long game and understood when he couldn’t accomplish a task directly. This being said, he recognized that, due to prolonged exposure to the Lazarus Pits, his soul could not bear the strain of being a wielder of a miraculous and so he waited. Waited until a suitable heir was sired and could copulate with an heir to the guardian of the miraculous box, desiring to create a bloodline of genetically suitable successors and wielders who were loyal to him and his cause.
Ra’s ordered for the Fu family to have a place on his court and ordered for Mei Fu to be trained in mastering the secrets of the miraculous. And master she did. By age 6 she was fluent in the coded language of the magical text, or as fluent a 6 year old can be in any language, and she had mastered 7 out the 17 miraculouses. By age 10 she was as skilled as the grandson of the Demon Head in combat and could handle simultaneous wear of 3 miraculouses. Her training, however, had to be put on hold as somebody thought usurping the Demon Head was of the utmost importance that glorious Tuesday and staged a coup. She wished Deathstroke had lost more than an eye that day, but a girl can dream she supposes. Mei and her grandfather were separated from the rest of the League and journeyed west. Somehow they ended up in Paris, France. After one too many run ins with the authorities, Mei was removed from her grandfather, who was deemed too unfit to support her. It was a miracle he wasn’t deported.
Mei was put into protective custody where she resided until she was 13. Recently adopted, and thoroughly done with the plebeians of her daily encounters, Mei Fu became Marinette Dupain-Cheng, daughter of the best bakers in Paris. All was well and good for the new Dupain-Cheng until the start of the new school year.
She met her grandfather again. And apparently he had a job for her and her soon to be new partner.
Hawkmoth, that bitch, had somehow acquired the two last surviving miraculouses and the only surviving grimoire and thought domestic terrorism was on the agenda for the next few years. Why? Because investing in a family therapist was too much of an inconvenience for local recluse, Gabriel McFucking Agreste, Marinette would shortly learn.
After dealing with all of that and juggling between her reignited guardian training, and ‘normal’ girl life—because her parents don’t know that she’s a magical girl in the making—, Marinette was ready to sleep for a thousand years. Or commit murder. Whichever gave her enough serotonin to complete her current passion project. But, alas, no rest for the totally-over-it or however that saying goes. Because after declaring Paris safe once again, sending off her brother-in-arms, Adrien Agreste, to family in London (marginally decent but anything beats the abusive prick of a sperm donor), in waltz one drunken John Constantine.
Ah yes. Him. That absolute bastard who doesn’t deserve nice things in life. That guy.
This unpleasantry approached Master Fu and Marinette, who has been regulated to errand-girl in lieu of training, with a job that he proclaimed that only one blessed with magic, and specifically NOT connected to the Justice League could accomplish. Apparently, a group called the Cult of the Kobra resided on Santa Prisca and was in possession of a dangerous magical artifact that had been the backbone of their organization for years. Constantine came to them asking them for assistance in retrieving it as the Justice League could not interfere in the Caribbean due to new UN legislation. It was a mission of utmost urgency for he feared the cult leader, Kobra himself, was planning on enacting a ritual that could bring calamity to Earth. Which is just what the doctor ordered. Not. In exchange, he agreed to add to her magical training as while master Fu was good, he was still young when he ran away from his problems the first time and thus was limited in his magical knowledge.
That was three months ago. Three months of planning, training, and convincing her parents that letting her go on an extended retreat for an undetermined amount of time with her mostly absent biological grandfather was totally reasonable for the seventeen year old to do. Like, come on. She’s almost old enough to drink, almost ready for university and has been praised for her independence and self-sufficiency for years. She’ll be fine is what she told her parents and she was almost able to convince herself of that too. She would be perfectly fine. Right?
Wrong.
Marinette was anything but fine. She was stressed, she was tired and she was abso-fucking-lutely pissed at anything that even breathed in her direction. Why? Well that brings us back to the beginning of the story when everything on this mission did not go according to plan. So here she was along what was once upon a time the eastern coastline of Santa Prisca. Oh and look. The Junior Justice League has arrived.
Purrrrfect.
Some one asked for a taglist. Ask and ye shall receive
@deathwishy @neakco @ virtualreading @f-rget-lt @your-resident-chicken-nugget
#maribat#marinette x damian#daminette#i was bored and left unattended#no salt in case you were wondering#yes i am looking at you antis who feel like stalking this tag#im not tagging characters cuz reasons#badass!marinette dupain cheng#idk what plot this is going to have or how heavy the romance is but this just exists so#i wrote this at 1 am#hdath#thats the fic tag im gonna use if i post more
238 notes
·
View notes
Text
Effigy and the Blackstars should be the Controllers attempts to connect to the Red Light of Rage. Their costumes are red, they make energy more wild than Green Lanterns, often too wild to form into constructs and like corrosive fire, and it leads to a fun symmetry of the Maltusians: the Guardians in the middle with Green, the Zamarons on one side with Violet, believing the Guardians were grasping too hard at universal order, forgetting what it was like to live, and Controllers on the other, believing that the Guardians had not gone far enough. Plus like, the key to the Red Light turned out to be magic, so you have that angle on why Atrocitus succeeded where they fell short.
#make the Zamarons and Controllers allies in a schism that the current Guardian leadership was a failure#they find a champion whose love was killed and let them tap into the emotional spectrum#and end up split as he showcases both violet and red light on which side they must nurture#red lantern#green lantern#blackstars#effigy
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Lantern Hal Jordan, The Spectre of the Old Corps, revived via Forbidden Maltusian Necromancy by Krona
70 notes
·
View notes
Photo
➔ SPECIES
MALTUSIANS/GUARDIANS OF THE UNIVERSE
The Basics Since the dawn of time, the Maltusians have existed. The first intelligent life forms in the universe, able to see forwards, and backwards, began to foresee the greatest wars of the Universe. In an effort to protect life as we know it, they become the Guardians of the Universe, and through their greatest efforts to protect all life, they create the first willpower ring.
Harnessing its power, they devise a plan to create an Army, an Order, that will use these power rings and protect the Universe. Scions for hope and justice, the Green Lanterns are borne, and sent out into the vastness of Space to stop the greatest wars, before they even begin. But earth is a primitive planet, with great strife, but barely a concern in the grand theatre of the universe. Until they realize that the planets aren’t as interested in their protection as they had assumed. Many of these planets have ways to protect themselves, many of them as mystic as the emotional spectrum, and the Guardians begin to wage a war on these magical entities. In the midst of these intergalactic wars, the Guardians send the first Power Ring to Earth.
Physiology The Maltusians are a race of immortal sentient beings, among the oldest in the heavens, next to the Presence and the Monitors. Small and blue-skinned, they are prophesiers and possess a cosmic awareness that lets them see the infinite trajectory of the cosmos from beginning to end. Their energy harnessing abilities are responsible for their discovery of the emotional spectrum.
As of January 1st, 2000 They keep out of intergalactic affairs, running their army of light from their ancestral home, Oa. It is here they train, initiate, and scout new Lanterns; with the original four Lanterns of Sector 2814 having been assigned to other posts as a series of proxy wars devastates deep space and the death of a quarter of the current Lantern Corps, the Power Rings once more search for viable candidates.
ZEROTONIN is an upcoming 21+ DC Comics AU/Elseworld RP coming to JCINK, centered in a heightened alternate dystopian reality of the year 2000, with a neo-futuristic/neo noir/Y2K setting.
1 note
·
View note
Text
Andate e demoltiplicatevi: la decimazione dopo la pandemia
Andate e demoltiplicatevi: la decimazione dopo la pandemia
Sui siti che cercano di decostruire la narrazione pandemica si legge spesso di un piano per ridurre drasticamente il numero di abitanti del pianeta, cosa che di certo non stupisce visto che la cultura imperiale anglosassone che ci pervade si è sempre alimentata di prospettive maltusiane ( vedi Il “salutare massacro” secondo i ricchi ) che oggi sono diventate una vera e propria ossessione visto…
View On WordPress
1 note
·
View note