#regenerative leadership

[bettreworld]

Embracing Regeneration: Unlocking Nature's Wisdom for Transformative Lea...

[theadaptableeducator]

Towards Sustainable Societies: Gandhi's Insights on Challenging Dominant Systems and Embracing Alternative Paths

Drawing on Gandhi’s philosophies, we can explore the interconnectedness and unsustainability of colonialism, nationalism, imperialism, and capitalism, and propose sustainable alternatives. Colonialism: Gandhi vehemently opposed colonialism, seeing it as the exploitation and domination of one group over another. Colonialism disrupts local economies, cultures, and governance systems, often for the…

[talonabraxas]

III The Empress Talon Abraxas The Empress shares her wisdom freely and understands that the true nature of leadership means empowering others, rather than fostering dependence. The third card of the Major Arcana connects you to the regenerative quality of the earth and nature’s abundance. This card appears when it’s time to connect with gratitude, generosity, and the power of creation. --Mystic Doorway The Thoth Empress is associated with the Hebrew letter Daleth, known as the Path of Daleth-meaning-Door, and her planet is Venus, whose sign is shown on the Left side of the Notoria in Light Tarot card. THE EMPRESS, is also called the "Gateway to Heaven", as She is the transitional state of energy between the Above and the Below. The effect of this transition is from one into many, so the key to this card is multiplicity which is implied as the title of Triple/ Trinity Goddess of Maid-Mother-Crone, the Empress being Mother.

[pacmangamemaster]

Carol Danvers - Ms. Marvel / Captain Marvel

Background:

Carol Danvers is a former U.S. Air Force pilot and intelligence agent. She became Ms. Marvel after an explosion involving a Kree device called the Psyche-Magnitron.

Powers:

Superhuman Strength: Enhanced strength beyond human limits. Flight: Ability to fly at high speeds. Energy Absorption: Can absorb various forms of energy and use it to enhance her physical attributes or project energy blasts. Durability: Highly resistant to physical damage. Regenerative Healing Factor: Can heal from injuries faster than a normal human. Binary Form: Temporarily gains cosmic powers, allowing her to generate and control any form of radiation or gravity.

Origin:

Carol’s powers were activated when she was exposed to the Psyche-Magnitron, which rewrote her DNA to make her a human-Kree hybrid. She initially took on the mantle of Ms. Marvel and later became Captain Marvel to honor her mentor, Mar-Vell.

Notable Traits:

Carol is known for her resilience, leadership, and determination to protect Earth and its inhabitants. She has been a member of the Avengers and has led the Alpha Flight Space Program.

[karolamurdock]

SpiderWoman 2099 Pt.3

Miguel O'Hara x Spider!Reader

Sinopsis: The year is 2106. By day, you work as the head of the Genetic Engineering and Biotechnology division at Alchemax. By night, you are the one and only Spider-Woman, fighting tirelessly to protect New York from the tyrannical clutches of crime and delinquency. Your days are spent in an ordinary, organized routine: it's just you, the only barrier between your city and oblivion, dealing with the violence and pain that comes with being a superhero.

Everything is just normal. Then your dead husband appears in front of you, talking about alternate universes, spider societies and canonical disasters, and you discover that all your sorrows, losses and failures were possibly always meant to happen.

What the fuck.

Notes: It has been a regrettably long time. Not much Miguel in this chapter, but the next one should make up for it ;) This chapter has not been edited.

Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, mild violence, subtle references to depression and self-harm. Read with caution. As always, english is not my first lenguague.

Word count: 3.5K

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4

You asked him for time.

Distantly, you noticed his searching gaze. Your eyes scanned every monitor, every screen, every door, window and vent, and you contrasted the image with the memory of your own office. Same proportions, same subdued light. Different set-up.  You had no platform in the air. 

You clenched your teeth and soon your mask was back in place. You saw him purse his lips; the brown skin of his Adam's apple quiver as if preparing a retort, but you turned away and asked him for a portal to your dimension before he had time to regain his wits. 

Your nerves itched. Your mouth felt furry. Your head, full of cotton. If you didn't leave this anomalous office quickly, you'd end up tearing your hair out with your claws. You could already feel your fangs nipping at the tender skin of your lower lip. As if you could change the composition of your venom, making you vulnerable to its hypnotic effects. 

"I'll be back in 3 days. Take some time to think about what we talked about." He finally said. After a long static-laden silence.

As the man fiddled with the gizmo on his wrist, an image bled across your unfocused vision: you saw a healthier version of yourself, a gentler version of yourself, frivolously capturing his lips in a parting kiss. Sliding her hand over the spider on his chest, caressing his pulse beneath her clawless fingers, tracing his lips with her tongue and inhaling his scent. 

By the time the portal formed in front of your rigid form, your lips were dry and your eyes burned with the sting of pent-up tears. Your temples pulsed to the rhythm of your grief-stricken heart, and you resisted holding Miguel's intense gaze as you took a few experimental steps near the portal.

"Three days." He repeated. You nodded, silent, and finally looked at the blue skyline of your city. The tall buildings, with the incessant traffic and the train rising into the exosphere. 

Your city. Your home. 

Your responsibility. 

Then you took three steps backwards, ran towards the portal, threw your arms behind you, and fell swiftly into the new day of your own dimension.

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To say that you only became a celebrity after your 'incident' is an understatement. After the doctors on the board had declared Stone as "mentally unstable" and he was removed from his position on the board, the company was looking for a new director. And it was not surprising that the board's eyes were on you. 

Under your leadership, your department had made impressive progress: from laudable milestones in gene editing in agriculture, to new advanced gene therapies, personalized and regenerative medicine, and even therapeutic cloning of cells and tissues on a much more accessible and effective scale. 

So you knew it was only a matter of time before you were appointed Director. Everyone knew it. You knew it. 

It was the morning after your atypical encounter with Spider-Man. Behind your dark glasses, your hands smoothing the edges of your white coat, you watched the crowd of young people milling about the isles and cubicles of the Molecular Genetics Lab. You approached with a practiced smile, catching the pleased expression on the tour guide's face before she turned to greet you properly. 

"Dr (L/N)." 

"Dr Rizik." You acknowledged, nodding in her direction.

"Welcome to Alchemax," you said, turning alternately to the enthusiastic crowd. The startled young people turned to you in surprise. 

"Dr (L/N) is the head of the Genetic Engineering and Biotechnology Department here at Alchemax. She is one of the world's foremost authorities on bioengineering and gene therapy," Rizik said, and you smiled modestly before answering:

"You flatter me, Doctor. It is a real pleasure to see young, fresh minds joining our company." You replied, analyzing the expressions of varying astonishment on the new trainees' faces. "You will find that we have a variety of programmes and projects for you to participate in to develop your skills and inventiveness."

A hologram appeared over your shoulder, courtesy of your artificial multifunctional expert, MAX. 

"As I told you, Dr Rizik, who volunteered to give you this initial tour, is the head of the viral vector gene therapy section. Dr Mason is in charge of the CRISPR-Cas variant gene editing section, which has had great success in the past and is expanding its range of gene editing accuracy and efficiency every day."

You looked out the window of the room: a huge laboratory, swarming with white coats. "On the other hand, gene therapy without DNA cuts has become relevant because it has allowed us to modify bases directly, as well as to use epigenetic and RNA factor-based systems to make changes in gene expression without completely altering the genetic code."

You spun around, your short heels echoing down the immaculate corridor, and pointed to the hologram showing the rest of your department:

"Finally, the atom-based gene editing programme is back in operation, under the direction of Dr Pankratov. If any of you are interested in a particular programme, you can consult the relevant section heads."

The young men nodded in amazement, and Sylvie gave you a thumbs up from behind her graphics tablet. 

Then you said goodbye to the group. You quickly made your way upstairs to your office, which was on one of the top floors of the large complex. The door closed behind you and you leaned heavily against it as you dropped the facade and breathed deeply through your nose, feeling the air expand your lungs and fill the cool recesses of your limbs, then exhaled a hot breath that rasped roughly against the silence of your intimate space.

How easy it was to get back into the routine. Going back to work; interacting with people, getting on with the job. Practicing your smile. 

If you could stretch out time, like a flap of skin over a bleeding wound, borrowing relief that doesn't come of its own accord, maybe you could begin to heal. But... What does your happiness matter? There are so many other things in this world.

Someone had to do the work. 

You let out a shaky sigh and sat down to think about it. What if... it was all a lie, and this individual who so freely offered you such modest charity was merely perpetrating a perverse plot? 

For if it were a sham, if Miguel had slipped through your fingers like the smoke of an extinguished candle, such a so-called society would be years ahead of you.

With your heart beating against your ribs, you felt your pulse pounding beneath the fingers wrapped loosely around your neck. Your other hand held you upright against the door. Swallowing hard, you forced yourself to regain the vision....

In your mind's eye you conceived his gizmo. A device capable of interdimensional travel. Compact enough to wrap around your wrist and tear the fabric of the universe as you knew it. 

Swinging slowly, you walked to the center of the room. MAX appeared over your shoulder. Crossing his arms over his three-piece red suit, he formed a holographic band in the air with a twist of his hands.

"You would need an extra-dimensional power generator." He said, perfectly in tune with your thoughts, and you nodded as you circled the holographic sketch with slow, deliberate steps.

A material... capable of producing or storing immense amounts of energy to achieve space-time manipulation.

"And we would need a portal-opening device capable of opening and maintaining stable interdimensional windows."

"Quantum nanomaterials." MAX stated.

And you nodded, distracting your thoughts from the analogous exchanges you once had with your husband. As you pointed out the obvious flaws in the sketch, your mind pictured the man's blurry silhouette; his brown hands, his long fingers, and the sweet song in his voice. 

"You'd have to start thinking about how to alloy this for controlled gravity." His voice was a whisper in your ear.

Gritting your teeth, you proposed it to MAX. He agreed, and you continued to discuss the hypothetical features of a portable inter-dimensional travel machine. 

It was late when your voice gave way to the painful lump in your throat. MAX blinked and his hands dropped to his hips as he watched you with a critical eye. 

"Do us both a favor and go home. We're not going to come up with any viable designs if you're not in top mental shape." 

You arched an eyebrow, sardonic, as if you hadn't spent the last half-decade calculating the lethal dose of your super-serum in your head, based on your weight and metabolism, every time you entered your lab.

The AI rolled its eyes and continued, ignoring your silent chutzpah:

"A proper mental form. Leave. I will continue to calculate the possible variations of the artifact."

You exhaled wearily. Arguing with MAX was pointless - perhaps because he was a product of your own programming? Anyway, you put your black glasses back on and grabbed your trench coat from the back of your chair.

"Take care of the design of the inter-dimensional navigation system. I'll think about how to resolve the fidelity of the space-time warping device."

MAX nodded, his hands flitting between holograms, intermittently opening tabs in the air. "Leave it to me. You go home and rest. After all, the one and only Spider-Woman needs to stay in shape to protect New York from doom."

You gave him a last look, turned your attention away into the growing night, and sighed to yourself. 

"Good night, MAX."

"Good night." He answered you in a softer voice.

As another day passed beneath the city's vast red skyline, the labs emptied. You politely bid farewell to your colleagues who, like you, were preparing to return home.

The one and only Spider-Woman, huh?

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The truth is that you never wanted to be a hero. 

It wasn't even your intention at first. Dazed by your pain, in a state of initial grief drunkenness, your mind was clouded by your rage. The famous race to overthrow criminal minds began as a personal trial, in which you acted as judge, jury, and executioner, and you meted out the punishments your bleeding heart saw fit. 

You returned to your primitive flesh: you were a new creature, molding the Lionman of Stadel, immersing yourself in your unprecedented ability to grasp concepts of your own imagination alone. Imagining that these were no less than fictions; that there was room for justice in a bloody, physical world, and that it was not just a fictional tale accepted by the world collective. 

Under the same concept, you would later swing through the skyscrapers as a dark, hooded figure, listening to the cheers of the crowd that baptized you.

One by one, you took down each of the men involved in your husband's death. Beginning with Delgado, Stone, and Fortune. Then you took over the spread of rot in Alchemax, weaving through the light as a masked vigilante and slipping into the shadows as a leading scientist. It was the first time you were aware of your own ambivalence: how the dark vigilante would bleed into the crevices of the famous geneticist, your long claws hidden in the pockets of your white coat, and the threat of physical violence always underlying every shuffle of your feet. 

You were meticulous. With MAX's help, you were able to gather solid evidence that incriminated the scientists and agents still supporting Stone within the company. Meanwhile, you made a name for yourself: with reckless incuriosity, you dragged yourself to the top of your department. Soon, Alchemax became known for your contributions and the proper handling of your sections, which quickly became some of the most productive for the company. 

And so, sailing on the media wave, you became Spider-Woman. A hooded, black-clad, crime-fighting woman: a dark Marianne, representing virtue, fraternity and justice. You had become a symbol: an allegory of values, identity, and altruistic principles. You were an important part of the social dynamic and even influenced public policy.

Seven winters after you began lurking, it was too late to end the charade. Society was unaware that you were not invincible, and certainly not immortal. Eventually you would wither, like a Monocarpic Succulent that dies after blooming. A well-placed bullet, a miscalculation with your nets, bulbar paralysis from an anesthetic overdose, or the anticipated imbalance of your own DNA might well do the trick. 

In the wake of awareness of your finite trajectory, you wondered with languid morbidity if the moment really made a difference. Whether the world's suffering would be shortened by your abrupt disappearance, or whether it would contemplate your slow decay with you; until your body, your age, and your circumstances prevented you from wearing your mask again.

What held you back? You wondered as you watched the Train to the Stars rise above the city, disappearing into the black exospheric ocean. Was it fear of the consequences? You were a woman of science. Perhaps that was why your melancholy musings lacked a solid foundation. You failed to make the connection between a heterophilic multicellular organism that is born, reproduces and dies, and a spirit that individualizes itself in a soul that incarnates in a complex body of flesh. An indeterminate being that imprisons the soul world....

Reaching for those thoughts was like trying to hold the moonbeams. Only in the silence did they belong to you. 

You shuddered as the earpiece of your mask came to life and you heard MAX's voice as you sat up on the edge of the balcony.

"A robbery has been reported at a Stark-Fujikawa warehouse. The perpetrators defeated the cameras and escaped in a black vehicle. I've tracked the signal to Fifth Avenue."

"Put it on my radar." You asked, dropping down to glide in the direction indicated.

MAX highlighted the black car on your screen. Your claws swooped over a building. From your high perch, you jumped. Opening your arms, you glided over the busy street like a hawk.

"Run a vulnerability scan on the vehicle." You ordered, your eyes tracing possible routes.

"I cannot get remote access. I need time to bypass the firewalls that are rejecting my signal."

You frowned. You picked up speed by landing on a low rooftop and jumping several feet into the air. You stretched out your arms and threw your nets at the towers in the distance. 

You watched as the car glided at full speed through the traffic and pedestrians crowding Fifth Avenue. MAX's guidance helped you not to lose the car amidst the buzz of the electric motors, the glow of the neon lights, and the screams of the pedestrians who gaped at the thieves' wild ride. 

You quickly dove in and managed to pull one unfortunate person out of the path of the car, which turned sharply right onto 47th Street and continued its high-speed progress, deftly dodging other cars and intersections. You followed him, accurately predicting his route east on 6th Street.

You jumped, ran over the roof of a building, and cut across the street to fall a few feet from the car. Seeing your dark figure approaching, the car made a sharp left turn onto Lexington Avenue, where traffic began to pick up considerably. Drivers, surprised by the pursuit, quickly pulled over to make way for the fleeing vehicle. Sirens wailing behind them alerted passersby to the impending danger.

At 34th Street, the frantic driver took a risk and swerved onto Second Avenue, possibly to avoid the authorities who were already blocking the main streets. 

The chase continued for several minutes. At Park Avenue, MAX pointed out to you the approach of the patrol cars that were coming up from the left.

"One minute. Get ready to stop it." MAX warned.

You grunted an affirmative. You watched as the driver was forced to maneuver sharply to the right. Before he could go any further, the car's lights went out. The tires locked up with a thunderous screech. The driver lost control and the car spun around. It quickly approached a light pole at the curb.

Rapidly, you landed on the street. You threw your nets, wrapped around the vehicle, and pulled, digging your heels into the ground. 

You could feel the muscles in your arms tense up. The car tipped over, and for a moment it floated on its side wheels, a foot away from the lamppost. Then, it fell in a cloud of smoke and sparks. 

The door of the car fell down, and out of the cloud of smoke materialized a broad, stocky figure. It took a few experimental steps, adjusting its neck and limbs, and then... it vanished into the wind.

Immediately, you fell into a defensive posture. Your lenses narrowed and all other visual stimuli around you dimmed. You scanned the area. A few feet away you heard a rustling sound.

You spun in the air, barely avoiding the beam of light that split the smoke in two, and closed your eyes to concentrate on the noise around you. You would have to use your other senses to subdue the thief if you couldn't see him. 

You stayed low, rolling on the concrete as the familiar click of the trigger alerted you to the impending energy bolt. 

You pulled a small grenade from a compartment in your suit. Pressing the small button on the surface, you threw it at the last spot where the beam of light came from. You ran in the other direction and saw out of the corner of your eye the flower of nets that stretched three meters around it. 

You heard a grunt and the clang of metal against concrete, and observed the bulge in the layer of netting holding the individual to the ground. You could vaguely make out a distorted image of the concrete beneath him, and you were surprised to realize the refraction technology used in his disguise.

"Nice try, Frodo. But I'll take that."

Fumbling in the air, you finally grabbed hold of the man's archaic helmet and, with a tug, pulled it off as the man came into view beneath you. His legs and torso were completely covered in netting. The weapon was two meters away, near the lamppost, where it must have flown when the man fell. 

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, you psychotic bitch." The man spat, his bleeding teeth exposed in an expression of rage. 

You looked at the thick, cumbersome armbands, pants, and vest and considered the feasibility of a suit designed to take advantage of the interference properties of nanomaterials, allowing you to manipulate and redirect light rays over a wide range of wavelengths. MAX would help you make it lighter, more durable, and capable of evading thermal radiation signals by incorporating dielectric layers to insulate you from the environment. It would be a true invisibility suit.

" Clearly..." you slurred the words with disdain. "You're the one who doesn't know what you're getting into, big guy." 

With a flick of your wrist, you covered his mouth and bound his hands tightly. Sirens could already be heard circling the block. 

The time for thinking was almost over. You thought to yourself and gave a friendly wave to the police captain as he came up to you with his team of officers.

"Good evening, Captain."

"Spider-Woman." The stern man greeted. "We appreciate your assistance again. The stolen goods?" he asked.

"The artifacts he carries." You pointed, and the man nodded in agreement.

"Very well. I'll take care of the rest. You can go. Before the press gets here."

You hummed in agreement, watching the drones approaching in the distance, aware of the cameras on the buildings around you. 

"Perfect." You said, closing your eyes behind your mask. "Until next time."

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At the top of Titanium Tower, the red dawn broke through the building's thick columns, diluting the night and bringing the third sunrise since your encounter with Spider-Man. 

After three nights of painstaking research, MAX had interrupted your patrol to inform you that although your ambitious project was still in its early stages, it was indeed feasible. 

And with that knowledge, you finally allowed yourself to plan. For if your reality were only one of many, and you were faced with the possibility of sailing through the cosmos to intervene in its course, that would mean....

It would mean that you had one more chance. To protect your city. To be a better hero and make up for your original sin.

A portal opened in space behind you, and you listened without seeing the footsteps. You dissipated your mask and turned to observe the stern and familiar face of Miguel O'Hara.

With your shoulders squared and your chin held high, you walked in the direction of his portal. Mentally preparing yourself for the interdimensional leap and making sure you used this opportunity properly. 

To protect him. To do the right thing.

This time in your own way.

@alicefallsintotherabbithole @digipaw2-0 @sunshowernaps @qiaipia @luciiferian @saltyllamakidwombat @amnmich @autismsupermusicalassassin @miggyyyyohara @songbirdlully

[drippiesfm]

TASK 001: INTRODUCTION ⸻ SKEETER HIGGENS

( pete davidson, twenty-nine , agender, he/they ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that SKEETER DAWSON HIGGINS III is a PLUMBER that works in SECTOR 3. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of REGENERATIVE HEALING FACTOR. That must be why they’re BOLD and SELF-PITYING. If you ask me, they remind me of ❝ IGNORING THE POSSESSIVE AND SLIGHTLY ANGRY REMINDER THAT IT’S BROS BEFORE HOES IN EVERY SENSE OF THE SENTIMENT, SMOKE RINGS SPIRALING OVER A CLOUDED MESS OF WORRIES AS HE RIDES IN THE PASSENGER SEAT LIKE THE SCRUB HE IS, AND THE LOUD KICK DRUMMING OF A POP PUNK TUNE BY A PAIR OF TRASHED AND SCRIBBLED OVER CONVERSE WHERE ONE OF THE PINKY TOES STICKS OUT❞. They are affiliated with NOBODY. 

PINTEREST — PLAYLIST — INTRO ( COMING SOON ) —STATS

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?

skeeter likes sol city unironically- in a "this is a good spot to raise children with a future wife" type of way which he doesn't admit out loud. he likes sol city more than the settlement he previously moved from which says enough.

do they trust the council's leadership? why or why not?

skeeter thinks he has no reason to NOT believe the council's leadership. you could say he lacks the context clues to see what others can in regards to mistrust and such-

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn't, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?

it likely would have been the same sector, just different profession if he could have his way. in his last settlement he was a welder, but plumbing and welding both deal with pipes, so there was a bit of an overlap due to the city's needs. it's whatever, to him.

what's one object that they always keep on their person?

his lexapro- he's got the depresso that sometimes renders him incapable of leaving his bedroom.

questionnaire ( mutant vers ):

what is your character's ability (or abilities)?

regenerative healing factor

are they gen i or gen ii?

gen ii

what can your character do? what are their strengths?

mutation based - the ability to automatically and rapidly heal for any physical damage and regrow lost or damaged tissues, organs, and/ or limbs. regeneration / healing factor is a process that happens unconsciously without the need for activation, resulting in a constant state of near optimal health. personality based - patience, brutal honesty and he's just really tall, tbh ( 6' 3")

what can't they do? what are their weaknesses?

mutation based - die, much to his chagrin ( this causes big existential dread & mental instability of course )- it makes surgical procedures nearly impossible & healing does not include pain suppression, so everything still really fucking hurts. regeneration also increases nutrition requirements so he's literally always hungry. severe enough damage can still pose a serious threat, and he can be overwhelmed by potent or sustained attacks. sometimes healing can also take days/weeks depending how bad the wound is. personality based - as confrontational as a new yorker, general deviousness, impulsivity & inconsistent motivation

[1rabong]

Do you have any head cannons for Boros' backstory? Like how his childhood was on his home planet or how he got so much power?

WELL

Yes, I have a few. Thanks sm for asking

He was born in a lab. His people have very strong regenerative abilities, so some decided to conduct experiments on living subjects, both their own and others. Their goal was to make the ultimate powerful creature. They more or less succeeded, but not with their own species. An octopus like creature with telekinetic powers. That creature, named Geryuganshoop, grew too strong and broke out of the lab, destroying and killing everyone in the process. With him, there was another test subject, strong, but not as strong, but willing to help his friend along to escape. That was Boros. The two stole a ship and escaped from the planet. They were faced with many hardships and enemies, but Geryu was always there to protect them. Boros grew tired of relying on his friend to survive, and decided to become stronger. He trained and trained, learning from powerful masters across the galaxy. He sparred with Geryu constantly. Eventually he became stronger. Stronger than Geryu, than anyone in the Universe. In the process he and Geryu met others to travel with together, and they formed a group. Not abiding by the law, always traveling through space, stealing what they could from others, challenging whatever strong warriors they met. The group became bigger and bigger as Boros grew stronger, and they were now a feared pirate group known to most of the people of the Universe. Geryu was still his friend, his right hand man, as he ruled his pirate ship and laid waste on planet after planet. But as decades passed with no battles that would sate Boros’ lust, he became more and more depressed, distant. His relationship with his best friend was strained, now barely interacting outside of business. Then he hears of the prophecy, and sets course to Earth.

He was the strongest of his species, from the very start. The females of his species were generally much stronger, but he was an exception. In his youth, he was hot headed and cruel, seeking destruction and battles, challenging and killing everyone in his way. He was exiled before he was even an adult. He was sent off world on a small spaceship to die. He was in wild space, lost and on the verge of death, when he was found by a random explorer. They took him into civilization, and there, Boros learned to coexist with others. But he still craved for the excitement of a good fight, so he left with a few friends to travel the Universe to find warriors he could challenge. He became a pirate, the group becoming a huge organization spread across the Universe under his leadership.

He was the strongest of his species, from the very start. He united and ruled his planet, becoming a fierce leader. He grew bored eventually, and left to find other adventures. He meets the three warriors, he bests them all in battle. They follow him, and they recruit more strong beings, and form a pirate organization. Boros returns to his home planet from time to time, but is mostly traveling across the Galaxy to find a good fight.

These are the few I have for now, but I have to mention a certain backstory made by not me, but my friend, @lara60

Boros escapes from his oppressive home planet, and meets a band of pirates that take him in. He grows stronger and stronger, facing the challenges he and his friends face in their adventures across the Universe. This is an ongoing story on AO3, it updates every two weeks. It is my FAVORITE fic, period. The storyline is insane. It is so entertaining, engaging, and thrilling. There’s a whole ensemble of OCs that you’ll fall in love with as the story goes on. It is just too great. As of now, Boros is still not as strong as he is in canon, but he’s getting there, slowly but surely. And watching this young and naive Boros turn into the ruthless pirate lord we know from OPM is just an amazing experience.

Here’s the piece I drew for the one year anniversary of the fic

This story is my fav backstory for Boros. I can’t think of anything else other than this fic that I’d consider his canon origin story. It’s called Dark Matter and I’m currently VIBRATING IN MY SEAT waiting for chapter 32 to drop this Saturday. It just gets better and better with each chapter. If you ever get interested, check it out!

Thank you so much for sending this ask, it is as always a delight to talk about my favorite alien boi💜

[roselynchin]

Men in Black (1997)

Men in Black details Agent J’s first mission for the eponymous government agency who regulates alien activities such as the immigration of said aliens to Earth and any threats they may pose. Agent J and his mentor, Agent K, remedy an alien diplomatic crisis and prevent the disintegration of Earth. 

In Men in Black, many aliens pass for humans and have adopted disguises to help them live among humans. However, many of them still have their alien features that set them apart from the human population ranging from double pupils with gills, regenerative limbs, animalistic features, or being miniscule. Once revealed to be alien, however, it is impossible to unsee them as aliens and there is an uneasy horrificness at these strange creatures.  

The main antagonist is a newly landed alien who is portrayed as quite volatile and hostile towards all humans. His species is literally referred to as “bugs.” He adopts a human skin that gruesomely decays throughout the movie and at the end, reveals his true appearance which is of a monstrous, huge cockroach like creature. This is the main alien that is consistently shown throughout the movie despite their depiction of other aliens as overall helpful, intellectual, and peaceful refugees. As a result, the audience focuses on the evilness and non belonging of aliens. This is similar to the typical reactions towards immigrants because current residents are not welcoming to new people especially people of color who are deemed not worthy of a place in the community as they are disgusting or contaminating (like the alien protagonist) and would ruin their current balance. 

Citizens are also scared of immigrants having the same privileges and opportunities as them or even succeeding more than them, thus endangering their own chances which also applies to the aliens in the film. Most of the film’s aliens pass for humans which would freak out Earth’s human citizens as they are being threatened by these new unexpected populations. The Men in Black agency actually already has limited these aliens' success as the agency profits off the technology they confiscate (steal) from the aliens like Velcro. This is representative of how it is the aliens “teachings rather than their continued presence that is vital” especially because Earth is doing them a favor by providing the aliens refuge (Addison-Smith 31). The emphasis of the aliens seeking refuge on Earth is also an example of how the aliens are homelessness and have to rely on New York and its multiculturalism to blend in and survive. However, they are not completely at home and secure. Like human immigrants in our society, they have to build new lives in their new world due to their escape from their legitimate homeland and have to assimilate to the new society and current residents. 

In addition to this migration and passing of aliens as humans (akin to racial passing), Men in Black explores alien invasion and how aliens can lead to the downfall of the very planet that protected them. Firstly, the whole crisis is caused by an unsanctioned alien who landed and started wreaking havoc the moment it got to Earth. This causes an alien species ship to come to destroy Earth, even though Earth was a refuge for one of their royalty. Throughout the film, there are also many aliens who have decided to flee Earth because of its impending doom and leave it to be destroyed even though it was a safe haven for them as refugees. This mirrors the uncertainty of the loyalty of immigrants to their new home or rather their self-preservation or old motherlands. However, it is understood because, like immigrants, aliens “are always overwhelmed numerically by humans” (Addison-Smith 32). As seen in the Men in Black agency, aliens are not in any leadership positions. The majority of the aliens who help the agency are treated very hostilely in return for their services and intel. Aliens are mistreated by the only human group that knows of their existence and could validate that existence. The aliens in Men in Black reflect the opinions of immigrants and refugees in regards to how their differences, their lack of belonging in their new land, and the lack of human empathy is emphasized.

@theuncannyprofessoro

[culturesofresistancefilms]

12/28/2024

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[beebenrussell]

Beeben Russell: A Visionary in Wellness Health Systems Management

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[bidaubadeadieu]

that post going around about why murdering one (1) exec of British petroleum is worth millions of tons of CO2 is so dumb and ppl are eating that shit up. I hesitate to respond to that post because I simply do not want to spread it, but no matter, you've heard arguments like this before. because I work on climate policy for a living, allow me to ask a few comprehension questions:

- why assume that the sudden death of a company official would decrease production of oil by 1% for a month? why not 0.5% or 0.25%? Whether there is any decrease and how big that decrease is are empirical questions, you can't eyeball it. The other scenario, reducing production by 25% for a day, is preposterous unless all the employees are taking a 2 hour mourning period.

- is this belief not inconsistent with the other commonly held belief on the left that CEOs are parasites and don't do shit? If value is derived from labor, do you honestly believe that 1% of BP's revenues (totaling over 100B each year) are attributable to one person? Even a few people?

- you can go online and search BP's org charts. BP has nearly 100 people with just the title "senior vice president", spread across a dozen business units like "innovation", "advocacy", "finance", "legal", and laughably, "sustainability". Anyways, which of these units contains the person you're going to shoot dead? How are you dealing with the fact that they have intentionally padded these groups to insulate from sudden shocks?

- the energy industry is, famously, characterized by inertia. The whole reason they are in this mess is due to their inflexibility. In a time of crisis, such as missing leadership, they're going to keep on chugging! The people who supposedly steer the ship are dead, and the people who actually know how to work the oilfields are still alive, couldn't that make transitional change less likely?

- ah yes! All those oilfields! BP has dozens of them, spread around the globe, filled with hordes of middle management. how, logistically, do you think that this change will happen? will it be that each worker presses buttons on the rig 1% more slowly? Or will it be that new oil sites are 1% slower to be sited and begin operation. These things employ thousands, operate sometimes for decades, and remember, they have production quotas to fill.

- what about demand? killing oil execs doesn't reduce the number of people trying to fill up their cars and keep the lights on, because oil consumption is largely inelastic. if production was lowered by 1%, the company will raise prices (just as they did during the pandemic) to maintain profit levels. In order to introduce elasticity to the market, we need real alternative choice in energy source and tech we use in our daily lives, which means subsidizing renewables, electrified transit, and regenerative agriculture, aka boring wonk shit when do I get to kill?

- this experiment has been and is already being run. In 1992 an Exxon exec was murdered and clearly that didn't solve anything. 30 years later, the guy that did it is still serving time in a prison in NJ. Russia has had a string of oil execs deaths lately for reasons I don't pretend to totally understand, but likely relating to the Ukraine war and exerting control, and no, they're clearly not worried about production declining or this hurting the Russian economy.

In short: No, this problem isn't fucking solvable by a well-placed bullet or two, or five.

[santoschristos]

The Empress, Tarot of the Holy Light Christine Payne-Towler, Michael Dowers

The Empress shares her wisdom freely and understands that the true nature of leadership means empowering others, rather than fostering dependence. The third card of the Major Arcana connects you to the regenerative quality of the earth and nature’s abundance. This card appears when it’s time to connect with gratitude, generosity, and the power of creation. --Mystic Doorway

[angel-blitz]

Okay on the topic of regen fumbo- fatsos the only klown that jumbo really feels happy around. Another klown that got popped by the same human with the same weapon? This guy gets it! And fatso softens around Jumbo, let's Jumbo lay against him while they're on the couch. Overtime they get closer and slowly start reverting back to their older selves- fatso gives Jumbo his confidence and leadership back, and in return Jumbo helps fatso learn how to have fun and be a lil laid back again🩷

[sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns]

CAPTAIN MARVEL Y/N PROFILE

Name’s: y/n Danvers, captain marvel

powers/skills: intelligence, leadership, military training, expert pilot, marksmanship, master acrobat, expert combat, Expert combatant, expert engineer, mulitingualism, longevity, cosmic enhancement, superhuman strength, speed, Durability, Agility, Reflexes, Regenerative Healing Factor, Egrokinesis, Photon blasts, thermokinesis, flight, self-sustenance, energy channeling, power augmentation

personality: confident, Funny, Fearless, etc

Age: 64,431

Type of hero: cosmic superheroine

[ladyshivs]

So I heard you made a new Sidestep 👀

Who are they? Do they romance anyone? What path are they taking in game? What is their scar? I want to know everything, so take this as a formal invitation to gush about them!

Ah!! Thank you!🥰🥰🥰🥰 I’ll do my best to give a good overview for him:

His name is Salvatore Anzetti. He began life as a background antagonist for a prohibition era role play. Then he got reskinned as a vampire clan leader. And now he’s a regene with more than a few bones to pick.

Salvatore “Sal” is a man of indeterminant heritage, with dark black hair worn smoothed down, and a crisp mustache. There are several diagonal scars along his right cheek, as well as one over his lower lip on the left side. As of retribution, he’s wealthy, living in luxury, with a luxurious base and a fashion style that the game calls quirky suits, but that I refer to as marble peacock.

He’s 5’11” 1/2, letting Julia have just a little half inch of height over him. He’s smitten by her, useless for her. He’d be more annoyed, but come on, it’s Julia, who wouldn’t fall head over heels? He goes back to her apartment and makes a fool of himself. But not as big a fool as he could have, if you catch my drift…

He’s got the puppet master scar with a revenge motivation, and ends up with his little ragtag band of loyal mob crew, whom he loves like family. I headcannon that back at the farm, he had a leadership role on his team and the instincts have remained strong. He’s bold, he’s charismatic, he’s devoted. He’s got no particular problem tricking Blaze into burning civilians. He holds grudges like lifelines.

His villain persona is Mafioso, and the armor is a functional design, looking almost like a tuxedo but otherwise just there to keep his body safe. He’s got telepathic boosters and I meant to give him strength, but he ended up with armor instead (everyone point and laugh at the psychic turtle).

I don’t have any proper artwork for him yet, but I have some stats for you from his playthrough:

His daring took a dip at the end of retribution, he finished rebirth with a smooth 92 in daring!

He ends up with the pure as snow achievement, not a single one of the rangers suspecting him. Except Argent. She saw his face and is well aware of who he is, but he’s hoping that he can smooth that over with some schmoozing and letting her have the regenerator.

He’s pretty neutral on Herald, agreeing to train him and seeing potential but not recognizing the threat he could pose moving forward.

Chen is a strange one. They’re both tacticians and Sal frequently finds himself playing inter dimensional chess when they talk. Still. It’s not as combative as it used to be.

He hates to lose friends and even more so, hates to lose allies, but he’s not sure where he stands with Dr. Mortum. He told her about being the villain and revealed himself as a regene to her, now all he can do is wait and see if she values their friendship as much as he was banking on.

The meeting with Hollow Ground went swimmingly! Sal dressed to the nines, didn’t shake hands and had such a polite chat! He doesn’t see what all the fuss is about, he just politely declined and then walked out. Granted, a sniper took out his car on the way out, but whats a little car crash between rival crime lords?

Unfortunately his boldness has caught uh. Everyone’s. Attention. So he’s got to get hobbling and organized, and get started with it toot sweet!

[lumilasi]

FINALLY. I was so busy so this took me 3-4 days. Mali is an aunt you don't wanna mess with. (She has that mama shirt because she is essentially fostering her nephew btw) Side note: She normally wears those brown boots/black versions of them with the green flame shirt design as well; I just wanted to draw her with her dragon feet there lol

Added the Shadowless info in this one as well, its also on Angus' bio. Also IDK what her day job should be yet OTL But other than that, another character off from my "To-Do-List" yaaay

Bio below:

Age: considered middle-aged among wyverns

Nicknames: Mali/Ama (Beatrice), aunt Malia (Janus, Kaspian, Sebastian) Marek (Angus)

Family: Nephews Sebastian, Kaspian, and Janus

Friends: Angus & Franziska Belmont, Evena Faydream, Kenzo Yoma/Faydream

Love interest: Beatrice Dubois (A forest witch)

Occupation: main one tba, She also works as a Shadowless.

A wyvern aunt with slight criminal record and a secret second job taking care of her young nephew, Janus

Abilities:

She can transform into a partial or full wyvern, and her full dragonic form is about the size of a bus. Like majority of wyverns, she can breathe fire in this form and fly, of course.

Pyrokinesis is ofc possible even in human form, just mostly done with her hands and feet rather than breathing out fire (though she can also do this in human form, just prefers not to)

Hydra heritage: Due to her hydra ancestry, she regenerates unusually fast and well for a wyvern, even able to regenerate lost limbs with no scarring left behind. Wyverns can't normally full on regenerate lost limbs. She also is able to produce potent poison from her claws

She's physically very strong and durable, you can't really cut her scales easily even with a very sharp, magical blade.

Amalia is very good intuitive fighter and able to pick up a person's next move before they do it. She also has fairly good strategic thinking, able to think several steps ahead.

Personality:

Amalia is pretty chill person most of the time, to the point people might mistake her for a calmer being. Then they see her deck a guy over being slightly mean to her nephew, and go "yep, a wyvern."

She is naturally dominant person with leadership qualities, and while she can have aggressive tendencies typical of her kind, she's mostly seen as a fairly just and reasonable leading/mentoring figure, who makes sure everything is handled properly and fairly. Amalia is often the most down-to-earth person with the common sense advice to give in a group.

Her tolerance for bullshit is VERY small though, and not even in a "I will call you out on your bullshit" way, but "I will yeet you out of this nearby window if you don't shut up right now" way. Generally she is seen a bit scary by many of those who don't know her better, and her temper has landed her in trouble with the law, though only minorly.

She's one of those people who's unapologetically herself, and can be a lot for some people to handle (read; intimidating), but is generally seen as an overall well meaning and good person - just has bit of a bad temper.

Weaknesses:

Being a wyvern, her temper does cause trouble where she might overreact to small slights aimed at her loved ones, either terrorizing or smacking someone around over things that weren't that big of a deal in the end. Her natural aggression also does sometimes interfere with her tactical thinking ability, allowing her opponents in a fight to land hits in by provoking her.

She's gotten some penalties from this before, so Amalia has a small criminal record and is banned from some of the more popular clubs and restaurants in the city, which occasionally makes date nights with Beatrice tricky (Something Bea IS frustrated with at times). She also has arguments with Janus over this, as he doesn't really like when she goes overboard, which somewhat strains their relationship.

Because of her regenerative ability, she often doesn't realize when she should back down and rest; while she can regenerate a cut off arm, the blood-loss will still be an issue for example. Something Angus often tells her off about.

BG STORY:

tba

Fun Facts

Since Amalia is banned from most of her favorite places, Beatrice sometimes just orders food from those places and sets up a dinner date in her home instead.

Beatrice does complain to her occasionally about her tendency to get banned from places, but it's not that big of a deal for her in the grand scheme of things.

While she's gotten sanctions for picking fights and causing havoc, it hasn't affected her standing as a Shadowless, given you can only lose this job by doing something severely awful; occasionally beating up thugs and generally just being a wyvern is not really bad enough.

Janus came to live with her to study in Chrysalis City, and also because his older brothers wanted him to get away from their shitty parents, something she was happy to help with as she dislikes her sister and her husband too.

She can transform into a full human form ofc, but she goes to the human realm so rarely she tends to almost never do it.

She's fairly tall for a wyvern in human form; most wyverns tend to be between 160-175 cm, but she's 180 cm tall, more akin to the range of many of the other dragonic beings and their human sizes.

Like her gf Beatrice, she is a lesbian.

Between the 3 brothers, while she looks after Janus, she gets along with Sebastian the best, as he's closest to a wyvern out of the trio; they're all mixed heritage, with Bass having the most wyvern influence in him.

She often has to physically wrestle Janus to sleep as he has the tendency to study way too late into the night, being a bookworm

While Amalia is generally very blunt and straightforward person, she actually curses very rarely; only when she's really in pain/very mad.

Amalia can speak a few human languages alongside the universal one everybody in Mirror world speaks; Polish, English, and French. Their wyvern bloodline is actually originally from Poland, which is why the family speaks it. French and English she learned from Beatrice and Angus respectively.

For Shadowless missions, she's typically teamed up with Angus, which is where their friendship mainly comes from.