#seriously there is so much potential here AAAAAAAAAAA

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

well tumblr cannibalised my previous attempt at further reblogging THANK YOU VERY MUCH (not)

Jon's in a really tough spot in Metropolis. It had all started at school, when everybody (and he meant everybody) started going crazy over this new rocker girl. And yeah, Jon would admit the music was pretty good

and then it started mind-controlling people

oops. The only thing preventing him, Kon and his Dad from getting mind controlled was their standard issue mind protection tech, but that was only half effective, which meant they were fighting their own urges to join the masses of adoring fans just as much as they were fighting the local supervillains put under the spell of Ember. Worse still, local menace and controversial TikTokker Livewire had also joined the band, making the number of celebrities who were secretly supervillains up to two, which isn' a lot but it it's concerning that it's happened twice (and yes I know there are others but jon doesnt lol)

Just when all hope was lost, a tiny kid in silvery armor rocketed up to where Silver Banshee had pummelled him into the floor. Jon's eyes widened, already calculating flight paths to get the kid out of harm's way despite his injuries, when the kid's back exploded with green smoke, sending him for a collision course right for Silver Banshee. Then, at the last second, two rocket thrusters on the back of the kid's foot exploded, sending his leg careening right into Silver Banshee's face, which had turned around at the noise, knocking her out in one kick

"Huh, not a ghost..." The boy muttered. This close, Jon could see that his helmet visor was electronic, currently displaying a big question mark. "I guess the banshee part of her name is just marketing or something. Oh, wait!"

Before Jon could say anything, the kid snapped a headset onto Jon's ears, and suddenly the persistant pressure to join the mindless horde evaporated. The kid's head tilted and he waved his hand in front of Jon's eyes.

"Hello? Phantom to Superboy? Any lingering feelings of wanting to join the mindless horde of rabid fans of the world's lamest rockstar and her girlfriend?"

Jon shook his head. "No... it's all gone. Thank you. But, who are you? And what are you doing here?"

The kid's helmet turned turned to a grinning cartoonish face. "The name's Phantom, designation JF6290 something something numbers numbers I forgot. I'm an android built to fight ghosts, and," the kid (robot?) turned to look at the masses of mind-controlled people shambling through the streets, "it looks like you guys have a ghost problem."

"Ghosts?" Jon repeated dumbly, still reeling from how peaceful his mind felt at this moment after hours of resisting the control.

"Yeah. This is Ember's work. She's a ghost that gets stronger the more people listen to her music. Normally I have her contained, but this time she managed to sneak out from under my nose, so I guess this is my fault. Sorry about that..." the robot boy's face turned into a crying kaomoji, complete with embarassed blushes.

"Hey, it's not your fault. These things happen. What matters is you've beaten her already, right?'

Phantom's face turned bright again. "Yep! I've got all the latest in ghost hunting tech, but I'm not as good at fighting non-ghosts." He shrugged. If Jon hadn't been told, he'd have thought this was a real human (or metahuman) kid in a suit, with all the extremely casual, laidback mannerisms that Red Tornado rarely exhibited

Jon looked at Silver Banshee, who was sporting a nasty bruise and was still unconscious. "Well, I'm sure we can help you out. The name's Superboy, but you already know that. HOw vulnerable are you to electricity?" he asked, because bringing a kid robot to fight Livewire seemed like a recipe for disaster.

"Welll..." Phantom's face tv screen visor-type deal displayed an O.O emoticon. "I have some tools that might help."

spread his arms out and his chest slit open, revealing a truly implausible number of random gadgets, tools and weapons. "I'm sure at least one of these could help?" Phantom asked

"Do you have more of these headset things?"

"Duh, like twenty?"

"Then let's go! We have to help free my family, then we can deal with Ember and Livevwire."

And that was the beginning of a great partnership and friendship. From then on, Phantom would occasionally pop in to help out with ghost issues, or just to hang out. Sometimes he'd appear in metropolis, but soon he started appearing in Central City, Happy Harbour and other villain hotspots, usually chasing a ghost of some kind, but occasionally he and Jon would just hang out. Then, Damian got wind and basically barged in, demanding answers, only to be disarmed by Phantom's absolute fanboying over him

Danny’s ghost form was harder to hold together the farther away he was from the ghost portal. A solution found by Danny & Tucker was to create a robot body that Danny could possess that stabilized his form. The ectoplasm molding itself into the machine and possession causing Danny to become one with the tech, letting him not only use his ghost powers but also unique weaponry and gadgets built into his robot body.

An added bonus is that no one thinks he’s a ghost or even a human.

[pumpkinpaix]

9, 13, 14, 20? :O

9. Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other?

ALAS I AM APPARENTLY A LONGFIC WRITER,,,, or like, a very short tiny vignette, no in-between.  I used to be incapable of writing anything long (all my shit from like 2007-2012 was under like 5k pretty much), but now it’s like. fuck! every story i want to write ends up spiralling out into like 50k+ projects /o\ I’m definitely a plotter. I wish I could be more spontaneous, but I do much, much better when I have some kind of endgame in mind. I can kinda fudge the middle, but the beginning and end have to be set :/

13. Do you share your writing online? (Drop a link!) Do you have projects you’ve kept just for yourself?

yep! here’s my ao3, which is pretty much just mdzs right now, but I’ve got some Saint Seiya stuff planned 👀 truly getting ready to return to my roots. saint seiya was the first fandom i wrote for! :D if you’re looking for my tumblr ficlets, I believe the tag is #myficlet

however, in terms of original prose and poetry, it mostly all just stays in folders on my hard drive. :’D I’ve entered some poetry and prose into local writing contests and won before, so my work exists out in the ether, but one day I’d like to have published books :’) I have so much poetry that kind of just sits around, and i’m like maybe?? it would be cool to share some of it? but all of it needs more editing and refining, I almost never edit my poetry it just kinda comes out in a mess and then I don’t look at it for years, so none of it is like good. a lot of it has potential, I think, but I have like, maaaaybe one poem that I would say is almost good lol.

I have like five nano novels hanging out as well, so just like. hundreds of k of words stacked up over the last decade and a half :’D

14. At what point in writing do you come up with a title?

depends! sometimes I think of a title and a concept at the same time and try to weave them together. sometimes it comes in the middle, and sometimes I’m scrambling right at the end. sometimes I’m struggling for the whole fucking time (me with lxc fic right now good god this title has been eluding me for MONTHS)

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

okay, since you’re the one asking, I’m going to talk about my painting selections in this little tumblr not-fic i wrote about hyoshun even though I know you don’t really do the classic series, but hey.

I’ve seen both Aivazovsky’s Ninth Wave and Repin’s Sadko in person, but I’ve studied all of the paintings that were included. I’ve never been to the Tretyakov, so I haven’t seen any of those in person, but GOD i want to. All of the paintings that I talked about are some of my favorite 19th century russian works except Sadko, which is nice, but not like, one of my favorites. I just like it.

here is why I chose those works in particular:

1. Aivazovsky’s Ninth Wave is a fucking experience to witness. It’s impossible to convey the presence of it, the size of it, on a computer screen. you feel swallowed up by the ocean and the light and the terror and the beauty of it--even as you face death, you also face the sun. you know, just like. peak sublime. I really think Shun would find the concept of the sublime very moving, given what we see of his character in canon: he cares, deeply and viscerally about the inherent value of life, but sees himself as small within it. And I don’t necessarily think that scares him so much as it awes him sometimes. He knows his own value and strength, respects risk, and respects sacrifice. I think would relate a lot to the Romantic artists who looked out at the vastness of the world and reacted with wonder and terror.

I think Shun very much feels a deep sense of wonder at being alive, of existing, and that he takes that very seriously. idk, there’s that moment at the 12 temples, when he stops to smell the roses at Aphrodite’s temple. it’s like, yeah, we’re in the midst of fighting for our lives, but god. there is such beauty here. facing the sun even as you face death. I think he would like that painting a lot.

2. Knowing Repin’s other work, I find the Sadko really beautiful and charming and surprising! It’s such a fun subject for a painting--instead of painting a religious scene, it’s a scene from a bylina, about a man named Sadko. I believe here is the scene where he’s asked to choose a wife from a line of beautiful sea maidens, but all he wants is to return to the surface and live with his human wife that he loves so much. and it’s okay! he does! the painting is lovely and just really visually stunning. and there’s something really moving about the way that sadko has eyes only for his wife on the surface, dressed in plain clothes, out of reach, even as these dazzling women laden with jewels parade before him. aaaaaaaaaa. anyways, I think Shun would like this painting too, for those reasons!!

3. Now the Tretyakov paintings that I’ve never seen, but GOD they just. they get me right in the heart. first, Conscience, Judas, by Nikolai Ge. it’s hard for me to describe exactly what I’m feeling when I look at it, but that really vicious white on Judas’s robe, the coldness of it, the alienation of a traitor. I want to weep for judas. I am not christian, so my interpretations of the bible are largely moot and uninformed, but I’ve always been intrigued by the thought that like--without judas’ betrayal, christ could not have risen. without the fall, there cannot be a triumph. that doesn’t mean that judas was acting for that reason, i certainly don’t know enough about biblical studies to make any kind of interpretation, but in the sense that like--christ had to fall and judas was the instrument of it. imagine the remorse of knowing. there’s something very human and sad about watching everything you loved and betrayed walk away from you into the darkness while you are left behind. without you, it could never have happened. i don’t know. there’s something about the nature of unforgiveable sins in there. i think about Shun’s speech to Balron Lune and I think he would feel some kind of way looking at this painting.

4. Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane, by Perov--this painting kills me every time i see it. again, not christian, but like. the agony of christ. god. the nature of sacrifice. knowing that you must suffer and die, but oh! you would rather live, please if only you could live. let this cup pass me by. that on its own is already so much to sit with. and I think Shun, as well as the other saints, for very obvious reasons, probably have a lot of complicated emotions surrounding the concept of sacrifice and doubt. and idk, whenever there’s a moment when you feel like you are reaching through time and space to realize that someone out there has felt the way you are feeling, it’s like. that’s a lot. it hurts.

5. The Demon Seated, Vrubel: aaaaaaaaaaa. one of my favorite paintings!!! the demon is beautiful, and the demon is terribly melancholic, and the demon is alone, and the demon is powerful sitting amidst the blooming flowers and the setting sun. the gentle face in contrast with the muscular body. the inherent negative aspect of a demon in contrast with the subject’s heroism. I think that this would remind shun very much of his own brother, who is so angry and violent and dark, but whom he still sees as gentle and loving still. i think shun would look at this painting and see ikki sitting there, alone, watching the sunset on some distant shore. as for hyoga, I think it would be hard for him to see this without seeing shun after the hades arc: a kind and beautiful man, a demon by nature not by choice. someone soft made unwillingly hard. a murderer who would ferry even centipedes out of the house to safety.

ANYWAYS. I LOVE ART and i project all my feelings onto shun thank you for coming to my ted talk

writing asks

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Ok so expanding this on tumblr unrelated to the fic i wrote:

I think it would be fun to have Jack and Maddie help out too because i have a good parents jack and maddie agenda hehe and just imagine what kind of whacky things they could do~ like in canon these two could have easily revolutionised world technology if it werent for their hyperfixation on ghosts lmao

Just imagine how fast Danny could fly with rocket thrusters plus natural ghost flight plus intangibility to elininate air resistance. Just imagine Jack trying to install a fudge making machine into danny’s chest because that was his drema when he was 7 years old and somehow he manages it because ectoplasm is so fucky that the inside of danny’s body is larger than the outside

Oh and i totally agree. Robo Danny fits so well in the scifi stories that Superman usually has, or even the Flash Fam. And hey if Red Tornado is a thing why not another beep boop boy to the heroes’ side?

Danny’s ghost form was harder to hold together the farther away he was from the ghost portal. A solution found by Danny & Tucker was to create a robot body that Danny could possess that stabilized his form. The ectoplasm molding itself into the machine and possession causing Danny to become one with the tech, letting him not only use his ghost powers but also unique weaponry and gadgets built into his robot body.

An added bonus is that no one thinks he’s a ghost or even a human.