#which is that energy is never created or destroyed so when something/one dies

[starcchild]

((tbh I would love to do some sort of thread with Carter where she talks about what she believes what comes after death

[stolenres-if]

DEMO TBA (EDITING)

Genres: superhero, dark, fame

CW: violence, explicit language and themes, dark themes, immoral behavior and situations

After a villain almost decimated the world as you know it, you and four other people were chosen by the hands of fate to gain powerful abilities and become a member of Legion, humanity's only hope.

Because of that, you became celebrities in your own right. Red carpets, photoshoots, commercials for energy drinks and more. After a while it felt like the villain would never return and you'd be stuck being a celebrity for powers you don't even use.

Until the villain does return.

And you win.

Unfortunately, you paid the ultimate price: you died and became a martyr.

Or so...everyone thought.

Six years later, you wake up in the same spot you were in with no memory of the last near decade of your life. While only a night has gone by for you, for everyone else? A lifetime.

Everyone has moved on with their lives. The friends you considered family barely speak to each other, all of them haunted by everything that came after the fight. You have no recollection of anything…except something inside you knows your reappearance was no ordinary coincidence.

Especially when you begin to hear a voice in your head, commanding you, telling you to destroy everything in your path….

Stolen Resurrection is 18+ gritty IF that's a mixture of fame and super heroism. You are a member of the elite Legion, believed to be dead for half a decade until you wake up to a changed world six years later.

Customize your MC from personality, appearance, gender identity and their persona. Do they embrace the celebrity life or reject it? Do they love their position as someone forced to sacrifice their life for the good of the world or do they resent it?

Curate whether your MC will move on or stay stuck in the past. Choose how to approach every situation and every person from your past and present life.

Navigate a world in which you are famed for being a chosen one and choose how you approach that.

Wake up six years after people believing you dead. Deal with the aftermath of grief and loss you left in your wake.

Romance ROs with different personalities and different feelings/thoughts towards your 'resurrection' and everything else.

Character-driven narrative with an emphasis on the choices you make and the relationships you build.

Prepare and train for a villain who may or may not be using you as their puppet.

Die. And then come back to life.

THE EX FIANCÉ // THE SELLOUT: CATH HARRISON [M/F][RO]

Your ex and old Legion member, Cath has become the most prominent and beloved figure in New America. Once kind, charismatic, and a charmer, Cath is now the stoic poster child for the company that made Legion. So much so, that your old friends call them a sellout. Cal was proposing to you when everything went to hell all those years ago. When you return, you find them remarried. Cath has moved on...or have they?

THE OLD FRIEND // THE STRANGER: REA SANTOS [F][RO]

Once your closest friend and fellow Legion member, Rea has grown cold over the years, haunted by that fateful night. Even though she still has love for the team, she does her best to rebel as much as possible as revenge for the attack that took a life she can never get back. While she understands your disappearance and subsequent reappearance is not your fault, she can't help but blame you for not being around. Rea is a stranger to you now and whatever friendship you two had is successfully dead.

THE FORMER FAN // THE PRO: JAMES SATO [M][RO]

James, bright and wide-eyed, was once your biggest fan, gloating that he was going to apply to NAG Labs because of you. He also had a childish admiration for you that you found endearing at best and a nuisance at worse. Now, years later, James is somehow as old as you, has long moved on past his fan phase, and is the new head of the division that created you. Oddly enough, it feels weird without James Sato not following you around like a lost puppy. Have the roles reversed?

THE EX FLAME // THE HERMIT: NICO/NAOMI CARTER [M/F][RO]

Once the sunshine and comedic relief of the team, N has disappeared, becoming a shell of their former self. They do nothing else but stay in the bar, drinking their sorrows away. They are considered hostile and want nothing to do with the team or the Company since your death. N may have had feelings for you in the past, but you're not too sure. It's not as if you could ever pursue that years ago. Now? Well, it seems like it's all too late.

OTHER CHARACTERS

??? -- your hear them in your head. Is this the person who has trapped you all this time?

Ray Trent (m) -- your old teammate and close friend. No one speaks of Ray, and you wonder where's he gone and what he's been through that makes him such a sore topic for everyone.

Logan Kane (m) -- the new head of NAG and currently running for president of New America. The son of the now dead head that you were once close to. Logan doesn't trust you. Your reappearance has set him on edge.

Hello, if you'd like to know what happened and why this blog was deleted before. You can check here! Reblogs and everything else is appreciated! Thank you :)

[alpaca-clouds]

Trying to figure the Gale and Mystra thing out

Reading into the entire lore of the Forgotten Realms, I am still trying to figure out the timeline for Gale. Because that timeline kinda runs into the issue that Mystra has died two times during the last about 100 years.

Now, let me make this one clear at the beginning again: Mystra in regards to Gale is a fucking groomer and just a shitty person, and we stand tall in the "fuck Mystra" camp. Buuuuut... I still am trying to figure this one out, because it might also relate to Gale's age - and how young he was, when Mystra chose him.

Alright. Let me talk a bit about Mystra.

The quickest rundown is the following: When Shar and Selûne were at their usual battling, their energies interacted and created a new goddess: Mystryl, the goddess of magic. And as we know from the game: Karsus did his thing, tore apart the weave and through it destroyed Mystryl. But somehow the weave started to gather around a "peasant girl" (who never was named) from the Netherese Empire, who after this ascended to become Mystra and as Mystra managed to restore the weave.

Now, Mystra got involved in the bullshit that is usual for the gods in this world. The Faerûnian pantheon is very much based in the Greek gods, which really shows with them. There is a lot of inter-god drama, politics, backstabbing and also procreating with unsuspecting mortals. Something that Mystra was apparently quite prolific at.

Which gets me to Mystra's deaths. Because she died two times within a short time.

In 1358DR the gods were banished from their realm by Ao, with the exception of Helm who was made to guard the stair between the realms. While banished from the realm, Mystra was captured and tortured by Bane. However, fearing something like this might happen, she had entrusted some of her power to a human mage named Midnight. So, Midnight and her party went to rescue Mystra. However, Mystra was very weakened and needed to return to the realm of the gods. But Helm wouldn't let her pass, leading the two to battle. Which ended with Mystra dead.

However, as mentioned, Mystra had enthrusted Midnight with some of her power. And probably because of this, the weave then started to work around Midnight, who soon awakened as the reborn Mystra. Yet, one of Midnight's former party members, Cyric, saw a chance to ascend himself and murdered her. This was in 1385DR.

Those two deaths one after another lead to the Spellplague (aka, magic didn't work how it used to). And only in 1479DR Elminster was the one to find that Mystra had in fact survived, though she was severely weakened.

Now, BG3 takes place in 1492, so 13 years after this. So, we do know that Gale could not have been with Mystra for longer than that.

The next question would be, how old Gale is. I would put him in his early 30s. So, he was probably around 20 years old, when Mystra chose him (aka started grooming him).

This does put a lot more reason behind Gale's decision to absorb the orb. Because the ressurected Mystra was very much weakened and not fully connected to the weave. So, he would probably have done this because of that.

But this also kinda makes me wonder, how all of that played out. Given Mystra's very weakened state.

[deserteye]

CHAPTER FIVE ;; The Zodiac

".. You know how I said I'm like a being of pure energy?"

He asked, pulling a nod from me.

"Well, like you already know, energy cannot be destroyed or created. So, I was never created, and I can never be destroyed. I've simply, always existed. The Zodiac is the same thing. Pure energy that was born into existence with me. Energy can be transferred, and the Zodiac and I, are simply two types of energies that affect each other. The Zodiac is sort of like my pentagram for Lucifer, Satan, or the Devil, or whatever. It is what controls how I present myself to your reality. The Zodiac can banish me from this realm, and invite me. Shooting Star and Pinetree, or how you know them as Mabel and Dipper, represent two of the ten symbols in the Zodiac, they resemble the Shooting Star and the Pinetree. For as long as the Zodiac and humanity have existed together, there have been randomly selected people who resemble each of the Zodiacs. When one of them dies, someone is born at the same time, and the Zodiac role transfers.

Bill explained, seemingly bored from having to explain everything to me, while I sat intrigued by everything. He looked at me while I was staring, star-struck and invested in his story.

"You alright there, kid?"

He asked, tapping my forehead with his cane, pulling me from my trance.

"Ah-! Ye-Yeah, I'm fine. Just a lot of information all at once, ya know?"

I laughed nervously, holding my cup of coffee in both my hands.

"Right! Well now that I've given you that information, it's time we work on extracting my power from ya!"

He exclaimed, standing up mid-air with his cane.

"Oh- Yeah, guess that seems fair.. What do I need to do?"

I set my cup of coffee down before asking and sitting up straight.

"Well, before your something-great grandmother, Mrs. Sphinx completely ruined me, I was twice as powerful as I was before! Not only could I change anything in reality, but I could also bend space and time of every dimension, realm, alternate reality and universe, every timeline! So basically, you can do everything I can do and more. What we'll need to do is extract that power, and the spirit of the Sphinx hidden within you."

He explained, sitting mid-air. I sat idly and silently, comprehending the fact I had the abilities of a being of pure energy and the freaking Sphinx. Like the giant lion-bird woman who fought in wars and protected millions of civilizations, Sphinx. That Sphinx.

"So! What we'll need to do first is make sure your body is physically capable of managing this power, or else your brain will probably melt from the knowledge, and the atoms that make up your body will physically start 'glitching' into a dream demon-sphinx god."

He continued to explain, which caused my brain to lag even more.

"Wait- I'm just processing- You're telling me. I have your abilities, and the Sphinx's abilities, and if I don't, what mentally prepare and physically train, trying to harness these abilities could kill me-?"

I asked for clarification, and the demon thought for a moment.

"Yes, basically! However, instead of mental preparation or physical training, I'm going to teach you how to navigate the mindscape, how to alter dreams, and how to make deals AKA summon your 'Demon Hand', which should be enough so you don't die summoning everything in you."

He explained, and I sighed in relief.

"Thank god I don't have to work out.."

"Of course, that's your worry."

Bill pouted and sighed, landing back on the ground.

"So! Shall we get started?"

He smirked, before I could respond there was a knock at the door.

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Next Chapter | CHAPTER SIX ;; A Demon with Cooking Edicate

Last Chapter | CHAPTER FOUR ;; Knowledge from a Demon

[greenflamedwriter]

Fixing Voltron- Main Plots

Edit: I'll probs keep adding more later -_-

Lance deals with Allura's death BUT learning the secrets of Oriande, wakes up back in time and is able to fix everything with time travel.

He does this by driving Voltron into the rift- it opens up again and the black lion communicates with Lance thats it's VOLTRON that needs to enter the rift to destroy it given that the arrival of Voltron was what ripped a hole through space in the first place. After piloting Black and in turn the other lions alone Lance is the only one to push Voltron into the rift [it closed before since Allura's life force was tied to the lions so it bought them time] Given that all the paladins moved on with the Atlas Voltron wasn't needed anymore. The Paladins don't find out until its too late and hear Lance's screams through the headset before the rift is closed for good [Pidge confirms as energy has been fluctuating for years but they never gifured out WHAt until now] all are heartbroken that Lance has died, Pidge falls into Hunks arms and the two crumble to the floor, Keith falls to his knees screaming that it was supposed to be over Lance can't just be gone, and Shiro is staring frozen thinking of all the ways they could've solved this why did Lance go alone? Something touches his hand and he flinches to see Adam holding his hand tightly, silent. Adam didn't know Lance that well and Shiro eyes burned, resting his head at the crook of Adams shoulder as he heaved. It was supposed to be over.

-The Druids were Alteans, and converted Quintescence into a more potent stronger version that they called 'Crux' -Lotor's alteans that he ended up saving, adopting and leading...ended up dying. Most of them who were more sensitive to cosmic energy which is what made Alteans terrific alchemists to begin with, were sensitive- with the rift open it was like radiation the alteans struck first died first BUT it would soon affect the whole universe if not closed.

Lotor needed Allura to cure them [even more if the alteans that were sick were the ones who shapeshifted and overtaxed themselves] a pure, untainted Altean body could be used to create a cure to save his people. He was going to take Allura by force after gaining her trust then fell in love and decided to work with Allura he saw a better future because of her.

Romelle an Altean Druid working for Hagger is sent in once Hagger spies through Kurons eyes of how Allura is sad by the death of her people. Hagger knows Allura will be emotionally compromised so sends a Romelle who acts like a prisoner/damsel in distress and is then 'saved' by Voltron.

-Lance [for once] not only doesn't flirt with Romelle, he doesn't trust her and [after being the teams punching bag] just keeps and eye on Romelle and keeps his mouth shut. When Kuron backs her up it's easy. Now the ship has TWO imposters.

-Lance finds Romelle and Allura with the mind melds but located to another room [like kalterneckers room OR Alfors room before it was destroyed] thus both Lance and Romelle see Altean culture for the first time.

-Cue, Altean technology, culture, cuisine, polticis, sports games ANYTHING, heck give us an Allura/Alfor bonding of them making a hover skooter or something like treasure planet and have Allura zoom through altea ANYTHING!

-Romelle accuses Lotor of using Alteans as human batteries that he enslaved her people and killed her brother. Lotor fleed unable to defend himself after it was exposed that he was going to use Allura for malicious intent.

-And so Lance uses his meld, and Romelle is curious. She and Lance use the room and he tells her it's good for people with ptsd to talk about their problems or visualise what their fighting for.

-Romelle was made to believe what she was doing was for the GOOD of the Empire that they were...helping other planets to connect and make them stronger and pursue science. She was wrong.

-So she shows Lance her memories. EVERYTHING. Including the Kuron project she was working on, "You and I both know that is NOT Shiro."

-Both take down Shiro, after he corners them and saw through the door and it's a typical SHINING moment "Hereee's SHIRO!"

-Romelle kinda panics that Hagger may have saw that. And she admits she lied about Lotor who- after running away WITH the comet is running into Haggers hands.

-Also- Lotor when he comes back says that Hagger admitted the deats on what she and Zarkon was doing. That they were trying to make their own Anti-Voltron but a singular Lion that Zarkon can use indepednetly without relying on others he was going to use the Black Lion as a base then keep it as a trophy after. And they were going to call it;

White Lion.

Allura is pissed coz the white lion symbolisings justice for all free people and worthy pursuit of science. But Zarkon using that to enslave others and destroy planets with their technology was a mockery of it.

-But wait theres more! Voltron needs someone to watch their back AND an upgrade. Once Keith comes back, he's gained a new Member.

Lotor is going to be on the back of Voltron, giving that they always have to duck and dodge so many it'd made sense since Voltron faces forward SO the white lion will be the wings of Voltron, as well as taking charge and can even make Voltron rotate - [kinda like his ship in season 3 episode that could go forward or back that would be his skill set] and his bayard could make Voltron fly and warp somewhere faster.

-Alluras blue lion shoul open wormholes. Or her bayard should do it- just saying the blue Lion TOOK the team to arus episode one with a wormhole and Allura opens wormholes

[But that was a fail safe so the lion would-] then why didn't the other lions like Yellow/green open a wormhole?

But Allura had to hold it open for them. It'd be cool of Voltron could warp- snap from one place to another during battle. [I hate that Voltron abilties was just, laser, sword shield it sucks]

-The garrison is working for the Galra. And tried to take Voltron and make THEIR MFE pilots fly Voltron instead only for the Lions particle barriers to come down.

-Bayards...so much potential. A gun that sends an energy blast, Hunk can use a batterram to shock the earth making all the galra fall from the shock wave while the paladins use their jetpacks to avoid the shock-wave? A sonic pulse, a grenade launcher, like- so many weapons [like think Spider-man, anti-gravity? like COME ON!]

-There's going to be some changes as well as nerfs to some characters- for one; Pidge installing the green lion to cloak - lets retcon that. Instead have it where it was an ability the lions already had but Pidge with her hacking cheated and unlocked it faster than the others.

Instead since Voltron was an unknown Comet that was sentient and happened to be the most advanced strongest weapon ever instead should have been used as a blueprint to advance ALTEAN technology. Instead the alteans sutdied Voltron, and were able to progress their society by a thousand years.

Now the comet landed in Zarkons home and he gladly gave the comet to Alfor who speicilises in alchemy the two became friends because of a politcal marriage- Zarkon married Honerva Alfors sister [yep, we're making Lotor and Allura cousins and Allura will get with Matt instead :p] But alfor got the better end of the deal his people were thriving and they ended up expanding, meanwhile Zarkons people were plauged by a rift that was only getting bigger, and more dangerous- kinda like how scientists were working with radiation but had no idea of the effects it would have until years later?

So with their child in danger and Honervas obsession with studying the rift they were able to finally crack it and began to harvest pure quintescence and then began creating technology that was only second to Alteans. Worse- some Alteans thought that Alfor was holding them back from the pursuit of science [they were testing from alteans and themselves and Alfor forbade it] so they went to Honerva and created the druids since they saw Honerva and Zarkon started calling her Haggar coz she looked haggared. It was a cute nickname that ended up erasing their history when both started losing sight of what their end goal was.

With in-fighting as well as fighting his sister and one he called brother- Alfor had no choice but to hide the lions, especially since Zarkon was acting strange and when they were unable to form Voltron was when Alfor realised how lost his friend had become.

-First thing Lance does when going back after the first time the defeated Sendeks airship, he asks Coran if there was anyway for the people on the ship to request Alfor to help them esp since they couldn't understand altean and Coran nodded that Alfor can traverse the ship AND help them. Since ALlura and Coran are fixing the ship they won't have time to give the new Paladins the tour/explain stuff etc. So Lance requests for Alfor and then asks what his lion can do, he plans to study and see how far Voltron can go he lied to Alfor with a "Zarkons been around for a long time he knows what the lions can do, meanwhile what we have is shield, sword and laser is that it for earths greatest weapon?"

Alfor nodded, "No there is more even the Paladins of old never unlocked but here is all the data for what the Blue lion can do, and what it can do with a bayard and what else it can do connected with Voltron." Alfor was giving him a considering look, but Lance was too focused on reading and studying. Whenever you are given a new craft you're supposed to read the schematics first. Lance had an entire night of studying...

missing the fact that he was reading the logs in altean and Alfor watching looking amused. Even for a pile of data it figured that the blue Paladin was intersting.

"Oh and Al?" Lance asked glancing up, "Given the advancment of Galra technology- is there anyway to back you up where no technology can touch you and infect you with a virus?"

Any other time he would be wary, but Alfor knew exactly what the Blue Paladin was hinting at. "There is," he showed a map to a lower storage area that had class crystals and Lance stared.

"It's like power rangers Alpha and Supermans dad all over again-" Alfor ignored it. and directed Lance on creating a 'copy' of him.

And when Alfor data flickered on the bridge and both Coran and Allura looked close to tears he realised what had happened esp when Lance laughed, "Huh who knew exploring and finding a ton of junk would be this helpful."

"Yes very lucky."

When Alfor had time, he'd like to question this time travelling Altean he wanted to know everything.

-Also in Season one when Pidge found the Spores leading to Olkari- just what was the point in that? [And that is when i realised that Voltron had a writing problem since day one-] Since Hunk was the engineer and was supposed to fix the problems with the Ship wouldn't it make sense for Hunk and Coran to be fixing the ship outside, while Allura made sure it was correct from the inside? Why make Paladins who knew NOTHING about Altean craft FIX a ship while the ones who KNEW how to fix it who inside not handling it? Hunk should've learned how the castle works instead of being the cave who retrived the weblum crystals/scoualtrie like WHY was all the workload piled onto Pidge? She did extraction, hacking, viruses, navigation, as well as helping with the castle repairs and learned Altean? Like she even helped Coran with the Teleduv that should've been HUNKS job. As the Engineer!

...God just throw Voltron in the trash and start over oh my god.

In this version since Lance is time travelling is pretty much fine with letting things play out and will be THERE for Keith this time- Except that doesn't go to plan.

Lance becomes the Black paladin. He's just as shocked as everyone else AND stressed out because now things will go VERY differently with him as the black Paladin. So now he tries to find the Clone Shiro base and speedrun bringing Shiro back BEFORE the clone ends up coming to the team and messing stuff up. When the team find the base and see all those chickens [shiros] they are now more wary. Allura and Lance find a clone that hasn't been processed yet [as in, installed with camera lenses/virus protecals to make him a sleeping agent other than the galra arm] so they take that Shiro put him in a pod because Lance tells the team Shiro is trapped spirtually in the Black Lion because his body was destroyed.

-bullies Kolivan to bring Kroila to team voltron or so help him he will hunt her down and they will be one member short of a blade.

-keith gets pissed when he finds out Lance knows about the future and that Shiro would die, "And you said NOTHING." And Lance recalls how Shiro said he was dying on earth and if it wasn't for the Galra and the clone he would've died out in space, only Coran knew that Shiro didn't have long after being in the cryopod and his body was shutting down. The galra wanted perfect soldiers and they did that with Shiro's body.

[uptoolateart]

I know it's been forever since I updated my Miraculous tarot deck. I've just been so busy writing fics instead! Then I saw the S5 finale and I decided to replace one of the cards I'd already done. So, this is Reality, which is a replacement for The World. An explanation is below the image. It turns into a bit of an analysis of 'Re-Creation'.

My previous image for The World was Marinette/Ladybug and Adrien/Cat Noir, i.e. their dual images. Then I got stuck because actually, that image would be perfect for the 2 of Yo-Yos...but I want to update it because I can draw better now, so that's on its way.

So, why did I go with Gimmi / Reality for this card?

The World is the end of the Major Arcana, or the archetypal cards at the head of the deck. Therefore, it speaks of fulfilment, completion, harmony, and the end of a certain cycle or phase of life. One journey has ended and a new one begins. From this point, we return to The Fool and start the sequence all over again.

The traditional Rider-Waite-Smith image shows a dancing figure, showing that fulfilment is ever-changing and dynamic. He/she is surrounded by a wreath of success / the achievement of a goal. This circle shows the cyclical nature of life. To quote an old Smashing Pumpkins song, the end is the beginning is the end….

In the corners are four figures who also appear in The Wheel of Fortune, symbolising the elements in harmony.

The central figure has one leg up in the air, reminding me of Lord Shiva in ancient Indian stories. Also referred to as the Lord of Dance (not to be confused with the Lord of the Dance, i.e. Michael Flatley), Shiva is a classic symbol of balance, walking the two paths between spiritual life and material life / desires. I thought of him the instant I saw Gimmi in 'Re-Creation', which I'll discuss that below. (I mean, look at all those arms...but even besides that....)

Ancient Indian traditions have this idea of different yugas, or eras. There are four of them, each one shorter than the last. When all four come to an end, Shiva does a special dance so powerful that it shatters the material universe...clearing a path for the universe to be created anew and the whole cycle to begin again. This process goes on eternally.

(Incidentally, we are currently said to be living through the last yuga in the cycle, the Kali yuga, when people are at their weakest and live shorter lives. But don't worry - there are about 427,000 years left of this yuga.)

Many traditions say Brahma is the creator god, after Shiva cleans the slate. Others, though, give Shiva the role of creator, too - specifically describing him as destroying in order to create again.

Hence in 'Deflagration' Plagg reminds Tikki that 'you and I are one', and in 'Re-Creation', when we see Plagg and Tikki in their ultimate forms, they make similar statements. Gimmi is not one or the other - Gimmi is their unified state. Reality = the constant ebb and flow of life and death, creation and destruction...like when Gabriel makes his wish and reality is collapsed and recreated. His wish is Shiva's dance. Constance is an illusion.

I think it's really interesting how when Gabriel 'dies', we never actually see a body. 'That's just because it's a children's show!' Yeah, maybe...but it's a children's show full of esoteric imagery, too. When Gabriel 'dies' he simply floats up and becomes a bunch of glowing light, returning to the energetic source of everything. Even basic physics tells us that energy never goes away. It simply...transforms. In a weird way...Gabriel's still floating around in some form, in the end. (Now there's a creepy thought.)

By the way, if you've noticed the placement of the Gabriel figure on my card...yeah. I didn't choose that. My reference image was a screenshot from 'Re-Creation'. I'm certain Gabriel's positioning was on purpose, to illustrate that is he but one humble emanation of the Creatrix (a feminine source of life - and with all that pink, I'm sure Gimmi is meant to be something like this, too).

And can I just note that I love the way Gimmi's head is surrounded by the atomic model. You may have gathered from other posts that I was less than satisfied with that S5 finale...but everything about Plagg, Tikki and Gimmi was fantastic.

[wanderingmind867]

My take on Kyle Rayner:

Warning: This is a follow-up to my idea of third dc universe created in 1986. And since Kyle Rayner is a character I know very little about, i took the limited information i had and created this concept at school yesterday.

Kyle Rayner was an aspiring graphic designer, living in LA in 1986-1987. Down on his luck and struggling to pay the bills, Kyle was talented but poor. Your basic starving artist. He longed for a chance to prove himself. To make something of himself as a comic book artist, working with the medium he grew up reading. But then one day, fate brought kyle rayner a gift. A gift he would soon come to cherish most dearly.

One day when kyle was out in the hills outside of San Francisco, sketching out the terrain for an art assignment, he saw a giant green meteor crash into the San Francisco Bay. Running to try and find out what it is, kyle finds a strange lantern floating at the bottom of the river. The lantern's still steaming from it's crash landing on earth, and it burns kyle's fingers to touch it. But suffering through the pain, he manages to drag the lantern out of the water and bring it home with him.

Kyle still isn't sure why he felt so mesmerised by the glowing lantern. He wonders if maybe it had some sort of hypnotic effect on him. But it's pulsating light in the evening hours inspires him to make sketches of it. He's reminded of an old favorite comic book character, Hal Jordan and his Green Lantern. But what kyle couldn't expect is for the lantern to end up talking to him telepathically.

It tells him that it came from a far distant world, a far different time and place. When it's home universe collapsed (during the crisis on infinite earths), the lantern was bombarded with energy beams, giving it reinvigorated power and a temporary sense of sentience. Flying through space like an asteroid, it eventually crashed on him. Looking for worthy individuals in the nearby area, kyle was the only one the lantern sensed. So it called him to it, and convinced him to take it home.

Rapidly losing it's sentience (which was only granted to it temporarily), the lantern gifts him a ring, and tells him that if he says an oath in front of the lantern once every 24 hours, he will receive tremendous power. As Kyle trys the oath for the first time (vowing to the ring that he would never betray it's trust) he is transformed into the Green Lantern! And the lantern (now losing its mental sentience) says it's last words to him: "Congratulations, Green Lantern… may your light shine bright…and protect this world you call earth"…

From here, kyle becomes the Green Lantern! Champion of the Underprivileged and Hero to Millions! Coincidentally, Kyle Rayner is eventually hired by a comics company to draw a monthly comic chronicling the exploits of the Green Lantern. Kyle eventually proves himself capable of writing the comic too, meaning his day job is writing and drawing a comic all about his real-life superhero identity.

This whole "superhero writing a comic about himself" idea would allow us some particularly cool avenues of writing. More specifically, it means we can have a back-up feature on the book. The Green Lantern comic covers Kyle's real exploits, but the back-up feature shows us how kyle turns his real adventures into slightly exaggerated tales in his comic book. Hell, we might eventually get some stories told purely through the lens of kyle's comic.

And as for what kyle's lantern is, let me explain: kyle's lantern is a lantern that once belonged to a member of the green lantern corps. But that lantern died during the crisis, and the radiation waves as his sector was destroyed imbued the lantern with temporary sentience. From there it fell to earth and chose kyle to be it's new wielder. So kyle is a member of the green lantern corps, he just doesn't it initially.

[cerealforkart]

Why did princess sparrow doom the realms? Was it also for hero and normal's sake like in the podcast?

Yes it was! Okay, this is gonna be a bit of a long one because I need to explain how magic works and the whole setup for the AU which I kind of avoided putting into words until now because... lazy...

But anyways!

The way the world used to work was that there were countless realms that used mystical gates to share, borrow, and give energy to each other which manifested in the form of magic. The gates were understood to have always existed, as no one had any record of when they came to be, they were just always there, and the universes were created in a perfect balance. This changed when Lark was tricked and discovered an ancient forbidden magic to make a new gate. Sparrow helped him build the new gate, and the two of them accidentally linked all realms to the Doodler's fucked up eldritch horror realm, a realm of infinite raw chaotic magic that no other realm was strong enough to endure. The Doodler's realm immediately started poisoning and destroying all other realms, particularly targeting more powerful realms with their own innate magic like the faewild.

The gate to the Doodler's realm was Pandora's box, and it was pouring out too much chaos to fight back and close it again, the twins and Henry had different ways they wanted to handle the problem. Henry insisted they had time to find a way to properly close off the Doodler's realm again, that the faewild was strong enough to endure the brunt of the Doodler's chaos until they could figure something out. Lark and Sparrow didn't believe they had this sort of time, and instead found another forbidden spell that would enable them to close off all gates other than the Doodler's realm.

Henry didn't like this idea, because while the faewild would be mostly fine without the other realms, that wouldn't be the case for the majority. Things like Erin's buff trees would all lose the magic that made them alive and die in an instant, people with friends, family, lovers in other realms would be cut off and never see each other again, realms like hell wouldn't be able to get new residents when people died, souls would just be lost to the ether, and other big life-ruining changes that would happen if all the gates were closed and sealed off. Summed up, Henry's plan would result in maybe all life in all realms being slowly devoured and destroyed someday, and Lark and Sparrow's plan would result in many people certainly dying, but they, their family, and many other realms' survival would also be guaranteed immediately.

The twins begrudgingly follow Henry's lead until Sparrow catches Normal being tempted and tricked the same way Lark was by the Doodler and forbidden magic. She acts immediately and perhaps hastily and opposes Henry and enacting her and Lark's plan. As a side effect of using this particular spell and sealing off all the realms, she also lost most of her magic and banished herself to a random realm which was earth oops. She's also the only person who can undo her own spell, so fast forward to Nicky showing up, he wants to restore the realms (mostly just hell, but he needs to fix everything to do that) and has to drag Sparrow along to regain her magic so she can undo her spell while she still believes she did what she had to and doesn't want to help him.

[echologname]

Eternal life in Jesus

If someone asked me, "Are you alive?" I would reply, "Yes, I am!" To which they'll ask, "But how do you know?" I could say it's because I breathe or think or meet the basic characteristics of life we learned about in 6th grade science class but none of those necessarily mean ALL life forms need them in order to be classified as "alive." Many forms of life meet neither of those traits yet, they're alive. So, perhaps no longer meeting what's required of a human to be alive just means we've become a different life form and are still "alive" just in a different way. Afterall, life is energy and Einstein said in his law of thermodynamics, "Energy can never be created nor destroyed, only changed from one form to another."

And that's what it means to "die" and be "born again" as a Christian. Even if you've already accepted Jesus into your heart, you can still experience a "death" to yourself and who you are and a revival in your faith. For me, my "death" was 7 years ago, but around 3 years ago, I started reading the Bible again and for the first time in my life, the words were "alive." The Holy Spirit made these words I read as a kid make sense and feel something in my heart when I read them, so I continued. I was still suffering a lot but I started to trust God and in case I didn't do it around that time, I did it again recently. I begged Jesus to come into my poor broken body and fill me with His presence. Begged God to take my soul into His arms and hold me tight so I would know I'm safe, He'll never let me go and I'll have eternal life.

Whenever I was really having a hard time, somehow, God's promises always found me. And He NEVER lies, every word is trustest of true.

Before Jesus died, He was tormented by His persecutors. They said, "If you're really the son of God, then why don't you save yourself?" But it doesn't work like that. Children of God or not, we can't save ourselves, we don't have that power, but God does. If you're praying over and over, "God please make this thing better." He hears you but He's trying to teach you something, so, all He asks in return is you trust Him and be patient. I waited for 5 years for a mysterious chronic illness to get better, so, keep in mind, timing is different to God but it's always perfect and it DOES get better, NO MATTER how bad, God will use it all for good. Not a tear will be wasted. He will throw ALL pain and suffering into the fires of Hell.

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 069 (nice)

This is Super’s Driver’s Ed episode, basically.

All right, I still haven’t read/watched Dr. Slump, so a lot of these callbacks are lost on me.  Fortunately, there aren’t that many characters to keep track of in this episode.   Dr. Senbei Norimaki, aka “Dr. Slump” is heading to West City to participate in an award ceremony for inventors.  Arale and the Gatchans are excited to go along, but he tells her to stay put and mind the house while he’s gone.  Big mistake.

Bulma’s family is also attending the award ceremony, although we never find out just what her invention was that got her nominated.  It can’t be the time machine, since Beerus destroyed it last episode, so it’s kind of badass that Bulma knocked out at least one other game-changing invention off-screen while the last three or four sagas were going on.

Mr. Satan is the emcee for this thing, and he got Goku a job on the security detail.  He had to wear a suit and fix his hair, but neither of these things last very long, so Goku just gives up and leaves his post.

Senbei is surprised when he wins, almost like he only went to this thing for the free food, but he proudly shows off his prize-winning invention, Reality Machine #2.  It can walk and talk, by the way.  Basically, you direct your thoughts to the machine and it creates your fondest desire, something you’re so passionate about that you’d die for it.

You know, like girlie mags!

Or figurines of yourself!  I feel like the characters in this show lack imagination.

Then Dr. Mashirito, apparently Senbei’s arch-rival, shows up to object to his receiving the award.  Senbei consults the Dr. Slump comics and confirms that Mashirito died years ago.  And he’s right.  Mashirito has returned as a ghost.  In the dub, he even says he broke out of the “Home For Infinite Losers” to protest this ceremony, and how wild is it that we get an HFIL mention in 2016?

But before he came to West City, Dr. Mashirito paid a visit to Penguin Village, where he fed Arale and the Gatchans a secret elixir called “Playtime X”, which makes them even more hyperactive than usual.  His plan is to use Senbei’s own android daughter to wreck the whole place and ruin his big day.  Mr. Satan tries to defuse the situation and gets his ass kicked, so he asks Vegeta to intervene. 

Meanwhile, Goku’s sleeping out on the grounds like a dog.  Goku, you’re the laziest man on Mars.

The Vegeta/Arale fight leads outside, and for a moment it seems like Goku and Arale recognize each other, but they don’t.  Vegeta continues to fight, but Arale beats him like a drum.  Vegeta concludes that this is because she’s a character from an 80′s gag manga, which means her powers aren’t constrained by the laws of physics. What, like Vegeta’s powers are based on reality or something?  I mean, sure, compared to Dr. Slump, Dragon Ball might as well be a documentary, but still.

The best he manages to do is to kick off Arale’s entire head, which horrifies the boys, but Arale’s a robot, so it doesn’t matter.

Anyway, Vegeta gets wrecked because of course he does.  This isn’t even the worst humiliation he’s experienced while fighting a female android. 

Goku and Arale finally remember each other, and Goku’s basically like “fuck it, let’s just fight.” He goes Super Saiyan Blue and they shoot energy blast at each other.

I guess the Gatchans just sort of wore themselves out?  I completely forgot they were in this thing, but I guess it doesn’t matter.

Senbei manages to buy some time by using Reality Machine #2 to make some poop, which Trunks tosses onto the battlefield to distract Arale.  This won’t keep her busy for long, but it’s a start.

This gives Bulma a chance to execute her own plan.  She had tried contacting Whis to get help from Beerus, but Beerus is taking a nap, and Whis refuses to wake him.  So Bulma speaks with the live television audience and tells them to focus their thoughts on Reality Machine #2.  Wait, why is this being covered live?  And how many people are watching a show like this, anyway?  Well, I guess Mr. Satan’s in it, so that might explain its popularity. 

Anway, Bulma has everyone imagine their most favorite food, and the Reality Machine combines all those thoughts to produce a single, supremely delicious treat.  It looks like the coffee-flavored jawbreaker from the Buu Saga.  Has Vegito returned?

Whatever it is, the aroma is so enticing that Beerus smells it from over a kajillion light years away.  He wakes up and makes Whis take him to Earth immediately, and picks up the treat.   Dr. Mashirito is annoyed to see this newcomer, and starts confronting him...

... so Beerus destroys him.  Apparently even ghosts can be destroyed, so I assume this is the last we ever see of this character, dead or alive.

Then Arale annoys him while he’s savoring his treat, and he prepares to destroy her too, until...

... I don’t know for sure, but it seems like Beerus suddenly got diarrhea.  He forgets his divine wrath and demands that Whis take him back home immediately. 

No one is sure what just happened, but Trunks suspects that Beerus got sick from eating food that came out of a device that previously had poop in it.  Sure.

Anyway, Playtime X wears off just in time for Senbei to return home, so the crisis is over. 

Meanwhile, Vegeta sulks from the branch of a tree. 

This was easily the best episode of Dragon Ball Super until the part where Goku fought Kefla, so I’ve been looking forward to it since I started this thing.  This whole series has sort of been screwing around, so it’s about time they started screwing around seriously instead of the half-assed stuff they’d been doing before. 

[lets-talk-spirituality]

Hello! Can i get a message from my sm please? I hope you're good 💗

-K

Hi! I heard a voice begin speaking when I saw this message today. Here’s what came up:

Hello love

How’re you this evening (thick non-posh British accent, smacking gum) Me? I’m alright. Just been bopping about town, getting up to some shenanigans. (Images of them like walking in a circle with their finger trailing on the table, it’s coming in circularly) You’re only young once you know. (Wearing black leather jacket, black jeans, very like throwback to the 50s vibe, black and white striped shirt) And I for one intend to live it up (very flirty). Just been partying a bit, having a good time (they come across as sort of manipulative, I feel like they’re avoiding something and are like walking around topics). Yeah maybe I am avoiding something but I don’t want to talk about it. I already know what to do. It’s a time thing. So yeah, it’s maybe eating me up inside a bit but it’s fine. I’ll get through it. (Avoiding emotions, do you do this too? I’m feeling like this is showing up to mirror something to you?)

Reading notes:

Their energy is super weird. Like smooth and serpentine. Like very much a person who knows how to maneuver people, but I think that energy is slicked over someone with some sort of deep pain going on beneath the surface, but they are hiding it behind this sly sort of charm. It was really weird to read them. I feel like this may be the energy of a person you will meet much later in life. The energy they are in now is very low vibe like player energy, very disconnected from their spirit which is why I think this connection is a ways off for you.

I think soon this person will be jolted into a different reality where they have to let this mask go. I think it felt so unsettling to me because their soul and their mask have some sort of karmic tie, like normally I see peoples souls or higher selves which is how they explain so much, but this one it’s like the higher self can’t come through fully. It’s somehow connected to this weird sly persona.

It took me a bit to get below it but below it is just this deep sadness, I’m not sure if someone died, they seem like the type who has never really had parents or any sort of support really. There’s this vast sadness I felt in them. That’s part of what ties them to the mask is this void they feel within, they don’t feel it when they pretend to be someone else. That’s why it felt so icky! This sly persona I don’t like energetically. It feels just slimy. It’s like they have two selves. The true self that’s hidden beneath the mask that is a character they created, I’m getting this character has a completely different name, like this person becomes someone else. Weird. It was such a strange feeling okay. It’s a survival tactic but I think soon they’re gonna begin working on connecting these two selves and doing the shadow and integration work they need to.

Card Pull

Work Your Light Oracle

It took a minute for this card to fly out so I think this is confirming what I’m saying about this weird connection between your person and this persona. Like they’re clinging to the persona and the universe is trying to whip it away. I think they’re scared of losing this part of themselves because it has kept them safe.

Transformation—things are changing at a cellular level. Deep healing.

Yeah this confirms to me what I’m saying that they are about to or are currently going though something that is making them transform. Like the fact I could get through to the soul at all shows that they are already doing some of the work, but something big and painful is coming on their path that is really gonna make them integrate the two. It will take this level of pain for the false mask to be destroyed. Kinda like how in cartoons you hit your head and lose your memory so if you hit it again, you get the memory back. It’s like this. To break the mask created by pain, the pain of the break must be equal.

How can K help their SM at this time?

Chakra Exploration Deck

These cards took a minute to come out so I’m feeling that you are not meant to focus on this person at this time but instead focus on yourself. This chakra and work that you do for you will also help your person, but do it for yourself.

Crown Chakra— where is despair and lack of faith showing up in your present reality?

Mantra: I possess unshakable faith in the divine hidden order around me. I cultivate hope that heals, inspires & births miracles into form.

So I’m getting that you need to work on trusting more in the goodness of life and that things can become better. This is blocking you from blessings. One of the ways you can work to heal this is by brightening up your living space, like go buy flowers and have plants in your house that you can watch grow and thrive, get a pet or volunteer with an animal organization. These can help you bring some hope to your life. Maybe paint as well.

Songs

This song came to mind while I was making this post

This came through during the transformation card

This came through at the very end of the reading

Some very interesting insights came up during this reading. I highlighted them. Thanks for the chance to read for you, K! Strange reading I know but would love to know how this connects at all.

[unboundwanderers]

THE WORLD WE KNEW x.

TW: Needles. Blood.

The End has come. But the Moment has been prepared for.

It felt as if something was slipping from his mind, pooling from his body. When his eyes fluttered open, he immediately brought his fingertips to his forehead, crimson liquid spilling out. That explains the heat in his head- the tightness in his chest. He rolls off of his side, onto his back- the sound of THE TARDIS echoing through his mind as he exhales shakily. The memories were muddled, and it was honestly very hard for him to remember what was happening right now. He moved to reach to pull himself up so that he could stand above the TARDIS CONSOLE.

The Column sank up and down. He swallowed a lump in his throat, moving to click-specific switches as he tried to keep the TARDIS straight, to try and keep her pushing along. He was keeping his body running on autopilot. It was the only way he could stay on his feet, the only way he could finish what he was starting. A lever was twisted clockwise as he rested himself against the console. His legs were going numb now, but that weightlessness let him feel something in his coat pocket.

His hands were smudged with ash and blood, and dirt between his fingernails. His face was covered in soot and his outfit was stained with gravel and dust from explosions. His body smelled like smoke, and even he was choking in his own presence... He withdrew the object from his coat. A small vial with golden energy in it, a needle, and an injection switch on the side. He exhaled, resting the vial on the console. He'd gone through so much trouble to make sure The Daleks and The Timelords didn't get their grubby little palms on it.

It rewrote DNA. It was created by a race of advanced aliens who practiced the art of studying DNA. They had composited this device, this DNA matrix and it kept coding in it used to code their base's military. Expensive hospitals needed guards, he had concluded. It all seemed a bit silly, a vial full of liquid goo... but... when The Daleks had come for it... and The Master had been sent to intercept them-- he knew that the coding matrix could be used for nefarious purposes... for the war. That's why he had to get it, to keep it, to destroy it.

Yet here it was, in his hands... undisturbed. His thumb traced along the needle and the injection switch. He rested the device against the console when he suddenly remembered something. His eyes looked toward the section of the TARDIS housing the navigation sequences. His hands traced over an outlet where he would've once plugged in a robotic companion. His eyes softened, brows furrowed. Only the sound of The TARDIS's engines churned out now. His face was numb, features sunken. A navigation droid had one made his home here, but...

He was alone, now. When the Last Great Time War had started, he'd been alone... and now, he was alone. Even though he remembered that he was heading back to someone, it felt hollow for him- because that person would see him, but he wouldn't see them. He exhaled shakily and flicked more controls and switches. In the corner of the room, he saw a few items that he'd kept within the console room at all times... and his eyes first landed on a Cecilia- which had long since withered and died, but had remained on the ship...

Perhaps it was a sign that it had withered meant that his time too had come to an end. It brought tears, the thought of the witch. His fists clenched tightly against the console as he looked away from The Cecilia. His face went numb again as his fists uncurled, the sorrow not worth keeping hold of, anymore. He reached for the vial and traced his fingers over it again, mind quiet and stilled. His fingers traced over the vial again and, he muttered out very quietly.

"Don't suppose there's much need for a Doctor, anymore." Never give up. He was giving up.

The needle pierced his neck, the injection switch pumped the DNA manipulators through his bloodstream, and he immediately pulled the syringe out, the vial falling to the ground. His legs immediately gave out, and he fell against the TARDIS for support. The DNA Matrix was triggering regeneration, and regenerating cells were mixing with it. He felt the process starting already. His hands already began to glow a bright golden, the flame stinging at his skin. The blood evaporated and the wound shut. His skin began to flush, clean itself. His insides were lighting aflame.

He eventually lost feeling in his legs, collapsing against the ground and looking toward the Cecilia again. Thoughts began to run through his mind of all the people who had been in the Tardis. His body was beginning to change, the feeling of numbness in his body washing over him as his head seemingly went a sort of static. Their faces appeared in his mind, and he saw them in vivid detail.

The Witch, the Librarian. His first passenger. How he had come to find himself within her, as they galavanted through time and space. The odd task there, the odd job here- as they tried to find her home, but they allowed themselves to stop and dance beneath the moonlight on occasion... and he had loved her very dearly, he thought. She had given him such muse, she had brought so much color into his life, someone to knock him down a peg or two when he was a little too high on that pedestal of him. How it had killed him when he had lost her.

The World lost so much color, and the stars just didn't seem as pretty as they had been. The adventure did not seem as alluring as it had been, the discoveries seemed more mundane, and the traveler no longer bounced around excitedly, but walked very tiredly and slowly. He was never whole again after he had lost her. Even when he had tried to be when he had let more passengers aboard.

The Black Rose and The Flame Lioness had helped him find the color and brightness of the world... and they had helped him find a bit more of a pep in his step after his heart had been shattered by eternity... but by that time, it had already been too late- as The Universe had become putrid, dark, nightmarish...

Because of The War.

That's why he was here, now. The War had consumed everyone, and he had tried to escape- to live on the fringes of it- to help where he could and nothing more... but the flames of war were consuming everything... and there was no point in trying not to fight anymore. The glow begins to consume him again, and his eyes go half-lidded. His hands tried to squeeze lightly.

Is it wrong for him to be scared? Even though he made this choice? Even though he made this leap..? Is it okay to be scared during the plunge? Is it alright to be afraid of the impact? He wasn't sure- and he was running out of time to think about it. Tears ripped themselves out from their sockets as the TARDIS' Engines sang him to sleep- and he left the ship with but a single mutter.

"Physician heal thyself..."

GOLDEN FLAMES engulf his skin. Silver hair extends, filling with a sort of warm muddy brown color. The skin becomes sunkissed and the eyes turn into a deep brown. The body shrinks slightly but bulks outward. The TARDIS is filled with extreme light- a heat that MELTS things around it. The TARDIS struggles to maintain itself from the overflow of energy... and so it cannot protect the Cecilia that finally burns into ash... crumbling into nothingness.

The Glow ends, and there is someone else lying just where The Doctor was. He is wearing The Doctor's clothes, but he is not The Doctor... he is a soldier. He picks himself up, letting the scarf fall onto the ground- not bothering to let it pick up. He lets the jacket slide off of him, he moves to stand over the TARDIS console-- seeing his reflection on a panel.

"Doctor No More."

[differencebetweensblog]

Black holes and Wormholes the same

Though black holes and wormholes are two similar terms and they share many properties, they are fundamentally different because of their ends. It's important to note that a wormhole is a funnel-shaped space-time connection between two places in different universes. In contrast, a black hole is a high-gravity cosmic body from which nothing can escape.

How to define a black hole?

A massive star's collapse during a supernova explosion produces a black hole. Everything in the star's surroundings is drawn into a large gravitational pocket created by the star's density. Once something passes the event horizon at a black hole's edge, it can never return. A black hole's gravitational pull is so strong that no light can escape its grasp. All objects are subjected to an unfathomable crushing gravitational force at the incredibly dense endpoint of the black hole, known as the singularity.

There are three types of black holes:

A supermassive black hole is like the one at the center of our Milky Way, growing enormous by devouring stars and other black holes.

Intermediate-mass black holes are unknown, and we know little about them.

Stellar-mass black holes are created when a massive star dies and collapses.

How to define a wormhole?

Wormholes are theoretical constructs that bridge different regions of the cosmos. These were first proposed as the conduit between black holes and other universes by Albert Einstein and his colleague Nathan Rosen in the 1930s.

Scientists are now speculating that wormholes were misidentified as black holes. One study suggests that wormhole "mouths" may look like previously discovered black holes. Lorentzian wormholes and Euclidean wormholes are the two main candidates for the existence of wormholes. Traditional time and space portals are Lorentzian wormholes connecting two distant locations. The rules of quantum mechanics and particle physics are more relevant to Euclidean wormholes than spacetime dimensions.

Distinctive features:

There is abundant proof of the black hole's existence, but no such evidence exists for wormholes.

Black holes need massive amounts of matter and energy, while wormholes need the opposite.

Astrophysicists, relativists, and Einstein's cosmologists study black holes, whereas quantum and particle physicists study wormholes.

Compared to the hundreds of AU a black hole spanned, a wormhole's diameter is only approximately 10-33 AU.

Wormholes link parallel worlds, while black holes control many celestial objects.

A black hole and a wormhole connect two places in space and time between parallel universes. However, a black hole prevents items from leaving due to its extreme gravity.

Black holes destroy the spacetime around them because of their intense gravitational fields, but wormholes are inherently unstable.

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Beginnings ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 0 Chapter (7/7) ~

*DBZ SFX : BOOMING*

[Earth Squad 2 - Takashi Yoshimatsu, Hideaki Kobayashi]

Darkside Death : I could enjoy this to bring an end to witchkind with the powers of deadly super weapon that ends all!

Seto : YOU HEARTLESS SCUUUUUM!!!

"Vs...Darkside Death & MISSILE OF DARKNESS"

Super Sonic : That Maka Albarn kid was being used as a pawn in corrupt game! Shotaro wasn't the bad guy, the entity is! This so-called Ruler of the Cosmos, wasn't a ruler at all! It's just a heartless trying to bring dominance over the galaxy by spreading the influence of his creator!

Super Shadow : I knew there was something fishy from Soul Eater's existence! The world of Soul Eater she lived is only a fantasy inside her head, a hoax that I discovered Lord Nightmare was the one who put her a sleeping beauty curse!

Super Sonic : So Kirby's old nemesis is behind all of this!? What was he planning to make Soul World come to life?

Super Shadow : To make the world of Soul Eater come to life in the real world, everything must exist within from the Ohkuboverse that was destroyed by the Time Eater 1000 years ago.

Super Sonic : Right! The Time Eater was the one responsible for destruction on the Ohkuboverse which was destroyed in half or entirely, and the world of Soul Eater was only a fantasy created inside of a Girl's head? Who knew that the world of a famous manga take place inside a girl's dream? Can Maka Albarn be the 2nd destroyer?

Super Shadow : Be my guess!

Darkside Death : Feeble pests of this planet! Today, Judgement to all humans and witches must die together! Help the Kusakabe Legacy to make us stronger! With all my power and all of Shinra Kusakabe's influence, I shall make myself the Ruler of the Real World and the universe will never show my true intentions of making the real world a target to me! Demon Vibe's essence of galactic conquest shall draw near his end! This is truly an astonishing farewell between Humans and Witches all together! IT IS THE BEGINNING OF THE END!!!

Kingdom Hearts : You lie, Darkside. You calling yourself Lord Death was meaningless. You are no ruler to one's universe, and you are not a God to this planet. I shall make you regret on who we are ordealing with and that's your own fault that the boy who created died because of the outcome on others and yours upon yourself!

Darkside Death : What!? (turns and sees Kingdom Hearts) K...Kingdom HEAAAAAARTS!!!

Seto : Hey, Heart moon! Give me a little boost!

*DBZ SFX : Energy Unlock*

Seto : Alright! Time for this Heartless to give it a farewell! Ready guys!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Ready!

Sonic & Shadow : Ready!

Seto : Let's combine our hearts with the powers of light to go against the Darkness!

ALL : DO IT NOW!!!

Seto : SEE SHINRA KUSAKABE IN HELL, DARKSIDE!

*DBZ SFX : ENERGY BLAST+LOUD EXPLOSIONS*

Seto : It is done.

*DBZ SFX : LOUD ENERGY EXPLOSION*

Super Sonic : Yes! We did it! The Missile's gone!

Seto : Now do you believe me, Lord Death? This is the reason we humans and witches can't have nice things because of you!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : You can't get away with it no!

Super Shadow : This must put a stop to the lying now!

Seto : So now...This is what you get for manipulating Maka Albarn...and the lying from Shinra Kusakabe's influence. The cursed tales of the Ohkuboverse must be gone!

[Round Clear (Shadow) - Jun Senoue]

Darkside Death : I must be impressive, but this isn't over yet, Seto! In the meantime, when I manipulate others and so does Master Xehanort, The Heartless' attention on destroying the Kusakabe legacy would be the key of being a diversion that are known as the evil forces that I set it up for her and for protecting Shinra Kusakabe's legacy.

Super Sonic : So you tricked Shotaro the Dokeshi to believe he was Shinra's man-made son, the evil forces that Maka and others fought, were only a diversion for you! You lied to Shinra Kusakabe, you lied Maka Albarns, you made us hurt Ashley's people with your so-called Manipulation!

Super Shadow : I can't believe that Maka Albarn would trust a heartless giant like you! You have no desire for truth and justice, you only crave death and destruction. Your manipulation was to fuel the darkness in people's hearts on making you stronger!

Seto : That's right! Humans and witches can live togehter in peace, harmony, and bring love. That's how a Reaper like us is to defend humans and witches that are innocent and not that are evil, truth is with us and only Truth can destroy you!

Darkside Death : In the end, Humans and witches wil betray each other by bringing darkness into the hearts of all and bring many conflicts into this planet, making hatred as their only master! I was created to carry out Shinra Kusakabe's ambitions. Shinra Kusakabe said he wanted a world filled with hope and without the despair that is the key to open the Door to Darkness itself! Demon Vibe and Angel Vibe were the two entities of the greater goods! Watch me, Deathless! When the witches are gone, this planet can be witch-free by destroying the legacy of Inca Kasugatani!

Seto : Yeah, right! Nobody's gonna fall for your stupid tricks! A girl named Homura Akemi is going to create a new era for the real world, an era where Humans and Witches can live in peace, a place where Maka Albarn and others can live in harmony with the witches...with out you!

Darkside Death : Mark my words, Heroes of Sega! If you are surely mistaken there can be only one purpose to make the world of Soul Eater cease to exist, waking up to reality is what really destroys the Ohkuboverse and one who can ever wake up to that reality is Maka Albarn! Humanity of Real World AU haven't fought Shinra Kusakabe for nothing...Nothing! But i'll be back for her. I'LL BE BACK!!! (LAUGH EVILLY) (Teleports and leaves)

Seto : Man...Talk about some betrayal...can't believe Maka would take the manipulation for yourself. Can't say that the world of Soul Eater was all a fantasy in her head. That's no way how we make Humans and witches bring peace together after Shinra Kusakabe caused all of this or perhaps Demon Vibe was it.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : We'll get that heartless bastard next time, it's others that needs to be done with villainous ways before attempting omnicide. We can't let these omnicidal villains get away with this! Luckily, Maka Albarn is fine, but she's a sleeping spell.

"Later..."

[The Last Scene - Fumie Kumatani]

*Door opening*

Seto : Tadaima.

Solva : Seto, Okaeri! (hugs Seto comfortly) So how was travel in space?

Seto : It was alright, Solva. I just had deal with a nasty someone that isn't a Shinigami.

(cuts to show the two of them outside, eating ice cream popsicles)

Solva : So I heard everything, Both Metal Sonic and a Gizoid were trying destroy all life on earth. It's because of carelessness from Sonic's world, right?

Seto : Think so. Solva,I got news. It turns out the world of Soul Eater was just a fantasy and Maka trapped in sleeping beauty spell by Lord Nightmare, Maleficent was the one who gave him that spell, just to make Maka the hero of her own world.

Solva : Where the story of Soul Eater take place all inside of her head. So do you believe that there's no such thing madness or anything, I mean why did the DWMA exist to hurt Ashley's people and would bring an end to one's heritage?

Seto : It's because of manipulation, Maka Albarn trusted a heartless giant that isn't Shinigami, Shotaro the Dokeshi was only kid and I heard that he went missing along with his companions during that investigation. He was investigating to discover the secrets of Soul Eater to be uncovered. I heard that he's responsible for the creation of the Mabuki, japanese name for Demon Weapons.

Solva : So I guess it was manipulation after all, Shotaro the Dokeshi a taboo committed a taboo for creating demon weapons that are defenders of humanity self from heartless?

Seto : Truth did scolded Shotaro, but let truth to unveil that the Demon Weapons were the creations of another Hero like what the Elric Brothers. Humanity can be arrogant sometimes, but everybody can believe in truth of what the Ohkuboverse really wanted to be existed or cease to existed by being erased.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : So I believe that Shotaro the Dokeshi was the charlatan all along, the school he created was not about bringing peace, it's about bringing manpower and making political tides. That's why the heroes and villains of Soul Eater have been conflicting each other one or another. That damn Atsushi Ohkubo is pretty slick to get all of the high stakes to believe that the Mangaka industry is full of stubborness for greed. He didn't cared about his characters, he cared about was his greed. Maka Albarn and others do care for their selves, she could be friends in the real world that we are living in today. I guess you, Seto the Deathless, is the only Shinigami in this world that needs humanity and witches for their protection, that's why we are saving Real World AU from the spreading lies.

Seto : You're right! I am the only Shinigami that needs me for humankind and witchkind's protection, and in order to break the will of Shinra Kusakabe, I'm going to reclaim everything that isn't their's to control and takes others' diginity for having one's heritage. If I can be a hero, then I'm going to be the hero of one story, I'm going to get to the bottom of this influence from the Kusakabe Legacy 1000 years ago. With our aide to Maka and friends, we can finally defeat the one that spreads lies from Shinra Kusakabe, and truth will the be the only one that wins it all! (stretches) Come on, Seto. Let's go make ourselves dinner. a celebration party awaits!

Solva : Yeah! I'm bring lots of people to come over, Kanna and Darts are waiting! We should give them desserts after dinner.

Seto : (stops for a momment and looks up into the sky) Darkside Death. One day, you will regret everything for manipulation and to the lies that you caused. That's on you. I will become Shinigami of Japan and no one will ever believe in you anymore. (walks back to enter inside)

(Master Xehanort is shown behind the moon)

Master Xehanort : So you understand all of this, Little Shinigami. You would understand the sudden fruition that the world of Maka Albarn is all a living fantasy. A dream perhaps. But there is one thing that you may never know, the Lord Death that you knew is Darkside Death, the heartless reaper created by the devil himself! (laughs evilly)

~ Final Prologue : Beginning of the End Pt.2 ~

[mrlovewelllovestoday]

Monsters Rhapsody: Frankenstein

(This is a prequel story to the my own rendition of Frankenstein’s Monster, and the journey he takes after the original story to become Agent Francis Stone.)

-Chapter One-

What makes a monster? I’ve pondered this question most my life. In stories, a monster is often used to provide a protagonist with an overwhelming obstacle, in the form of something frightening or unnatural. My life has been as frightening and unnatural as one can be. Filled with nightmares, pain, terrible things. Some of which.. I may never forgive myself for. Am I a monster? Maybe I am.

My story has found ears across the world. The tale of a man, driven mad with ambition, that creates an aberration of nature, wrought from the parts of several dead men that he abandons and later wreaks havoc upon his life in a path for vengeance. Rather than destroy its creator, it requests simply to have a mate created for him to stave his loneliness. However, in his fear of what a pair could bring, the man destroys the mate before it’s life begins. In recompense.., this creature destroys everything he holds dear. His friends.., his family.., his love, til his creator’s thrist for vengeance matches his his own.

He followed me north, seeking to end me. Further north than most men have ever gone before he was taken in by a ship seeking to discover a trade route to the east. It was upon that ship he died. I lit for him a funeral pire before walking into the snow and frost to seek what I thought would be the conclusion of my story. However.., I was soon to discover, this was merely the first chapter of my life.

I walked for miles into the cold of the pole until my limbs lost all feeling and the last of my energy was sapped away. My vision grew dark.. and I collapsed into the snow. For the first time in my life, I began to dream. I dreamed of a world filled with beings, one more different than the last, all treated with kindness and fairly by their actions. And as I drew near to them, a darkness overshadowed me and struck fear into the masses.. I ran and ran from it.. but as fast as I ran, The closer it drew to me and just before it consumed me..,I opened my eyes, waking in a cold sweat. Alive…

My vision was still muddled but clearing, my throat dry. I weakly reached about to get my bearings. I was able to feel furs laid about me. Warmth from a fire in a nearby pit. My lodgings appeared to be a hut made of tanned leathers. A small woman with black hair and skin of amber color came up and brought a bowl to my mouth. Still weak I took what was offered to me as much as I could swallow. At first I wasn’t sure what it was, but it was warm and soothing. I came to realize it was some form of broth as my tongue started to soak. When finished, she left the hut and I was alone once more. With what strength I had I used to sit myself up.

No sooner I did when the woman returned with two men amber skinned as she. One old and wrinkled and the other young and and thin. The younger of the two approached me first in an attempt to speak with me. He spoke a small handful of languages before I started to understand him. He then introduced himself as Inuksuk, meaning Best Path. He was sent by his tribe some years ago to Europe to gain education so as to assist their trading and dealings with the outside world. The elder was their chief, Amaruq, Grey Wolf. He said they had found me while hunting and at first, thought I might be a grassman or some other strange creature due to my size. Others thought perhaps a giant bear. However, Path upon closer inspection found I was faintly breathing. He and Grey Wolf took pity on me and had me brought back to their tribe. I laid unconscious for three days before I began to stir. They were very curious about who or what I was and where I came from. I lied and said that I simply didn’t remember. That my time in the snow must’ve effected my memory. In all fairness, I wasn’t sure they would’ve believed me, and if I had told them who I really was, I worried they would attack me. I’m sure they knew I was aware of more than I let on, but being polite, they decided not to pry.

Later in that day, Grey Wolf presented me to the group, and offered me a place to stay with them and in return I would assist their community, to which I agreed. I hoped that I could restart there and make a new life for myself, as cautious as I was to live among men, I still sought companionship. Some found me fascinating; The children mostly. They would sneak about and watch me like a animal in a zoo. Others looked at me like the rest of the world always had, and wondered if I was cursed or maybe a demon. I avoided them best I could and did the chores I was asked. Of the tasks they had for me, they took advantage of my strength. Toting wood, cutting ice, even hunting from time to time. I did find serenity in the day to day. Though I would never be fully accepted, and many didn’t enjoy my company, Path however would often join me in my tasks. He would speak with me about his travels and what he learned. Where others in the tribe would find his talk of the outside world unbearable, and though I admit he would tend to ramble on, I never the less was happy to for his company. It had be so long since I had someone to talk with, or even listen to.

A group of young men would come about and harass Path on occasion. His position in the tribe was undeniably pivotal, but as he wasn’t very large or strong, He was often the target of their taunting. Ever so often, they’d try to get physical, but he would always seemed to slip their grasp. I had been living with the tribe for a little under 5 weeks when one night, unfortunately, the gang were able to surround my friend. The tallest of them snatched Path up by his collar. However, in his confidence must’ve blinded him ti the fact I wasn’t far from the scene. As he took Path up by his shirt, I reached out and lifted him in kind by the scruff of his neck, tossing him aside. I was surprised to find each of their group had weapons prepared. One with a club struck me across the back, snapping it in half. I simply turned to him and glared. He ran in terror before his fellows followed in kind.

Path thanked me, apologizing for his weakness, to which I reassured him there was no need as I walked him back to his hut and shortly retired to my own for the evening.

While asleep, I found myself in the same nightmare, only lasting half as long. The same world of different peoples accepting and kind before the fog draws near. However, in the dark clouds that pursued me I saw a pair of eyes glaring through with a face forming out of it. Just before it became clear I woke once more, but this time, to the sound of screaming.

The entire tribe was in an uproar. The chief called me to the center of the gathering and as I approached I was met with darting stares. Grey Wolf asked if I had been awake in the night. I told him I wasn’t and that I had just woken to the commotion. Path translated to me that some of the others opinions seemed to find me dishonest. Apparently the aggressor of the young group last night was attacked and killed by what was seemed to be something powerful. They took me to view what remained of the boy. Oh, what a terrible sight to behold. His left leg and right arm where missing, flesh and sinew torn from the joints as if they were simply pulled apart. Whatever had done this was exceptionally strong. I also upon a closer examination found some strands of white hair that beneath the fingernails of his remaining hand. Grey Wolf had no true accusations against me but conceded that if this were a bear attack, there would be bite marks and his entrails would have been ravaged. And the look of horror frozen in his face was puzzling. But if the hair weren’t from a polar bear, what kind of animal would be capable of such an attack. He and Path then took me where the body had been found. Blood sprayed across the snow and pooled in the place where he was found. I also found impressions of footprint that, while human in shape were larger than any the tribe had seen. Almost larger than my own. Many men in the tribe felt the prints must have been my own, to which I denied. That night, a gathering was held to decide my fate and while Grey Wolf did his best to quell their rage, the majority won out. The next morning I took what supplies Path and he gave. I embraced my friend, and thanked him for all he and Grey Wolf had done for me. They whispered a affirmation over my journey, and after I took my leave. Once more into the frozen wasteland.

I was alone again. My hopes dashed of ever belonging replaced with the same burning heat of resentment. That resentment became anger, and the anger to remorse. I had walked for a day and a half before I came to a small mountain and the mouth of a cave beneath it.

As night fell, I took shelter inside and built a fire before taking some of the smoked meat Path had packed for me. I chewed it slow before I heard a low rumble out slide in the snow, followed by some primal scream. That’s when in the billowing light of the cave I noticed the arm and leg stashed aside the far wall and a pile of random animal bones. The ponderous thud of footsteps grew closer before the shape of the beast entered the glow of firelight. A large humanoid creature with white fur, black skin and extended canine teeth looked at me with bloodshot eyes filled with rage. It beat its chest in dominance as I raises the my feet astonished at this discovery. This had been the creature that had murdered the boy and left me framed for the crime.

Suddenly it lurched forward, reaching out to capture me. Taken off guard it succeeded, taking my shoulders, trying to pull me in to bite my throat but found my own hands taking its skull and head butting it. It released me, stumbling back stunned from the blow before I leap at it tackling it out of the cave and wrestling it into the snow. We began to tumble down the aid of a hill along the mountain, hitting the occasional rock and snowbank along our way. We came to a stop with the creature atop me and it reached its mouth down as I blocked the attack with my forearm. It took it between its jaws and bit hard. The pressure was uncomfortable as I bled. A gift from my father was a dulled response to pain due to the reanimation process lightly damaging nerve endings. I then struck the beasts gut, side and finally face before it released my arm bellowing in pain. Lifting my legs and wrapped the left about its torso tossing it away. As I took ti my feet it began to retreat from me further down the mountain in the fire of the tribe. He would not be given another chance to attack so I began my pursuit of the white beast.It moved with incredible speed as I followed before a blizzard came upon us and took my vision of him. I had no choice but to find shelter beneath a nearby tree for until the wind calmed. As it did I took off for the tribe as fast as my feet could stride.

I had made quite a distance as the sun began to rise and I soon heard a musket ring out hearing ball fly by the head. I ducked down and looked to the origin of the shot and saw a grey bearded man, dressed in a dark brown coat, pack upon his back, holding out the gun toward me. In no mood to be his target I reached about me and found a small boulder beneath the snow, lifting it, I hurled it at my attacker to which his seemed to gracefully dodge it. However the white beast came from the side and seemed to take advantage of the distraction and sprinted towards him. It captured the man in one hand, lifting him from the ground like a paper doll before he unsheathed a knife, burying it into the beast’s clavicle. It hurled the man in my direction as it reached for the knife, attempting to remove it. The man tried to lift himself but seems to be weakened from the attack. The beast ripped the knife out and raised it above its head in triumph, moving towards the man readying to plunge the knife into him. I found myself unable to abide this murderous display and too off at full speed, thrusting my shoulder into its ribs. As I made contact I heard several snap before it was flung down to the ground tumbling away from the hit. The man looked up at me flabbergasted to which I simply nodded, making my allegiance known before offering him a hand, raising him to his feet. The man was older than I had originally seen. His hair and beard were nearly silver and his face wrinkled with experience. At a glance he reminded me of DeLacy, the blind man who had once shown my compassion. The beast slowly raised itself and turned weakly to face us before it attempted its scream but coughed up its own blood. It continued to fight ti breathe before it once more collapsed. The old man wandered up cautiously to the beast and removed a pistol from his waist, pointed to its temple and ended its suffering.

Finally he spoke to me in English-“Thank you for your assistance, my friend. I must apologize for my actions when I saw you. I wasn’t fully aware of what I was tracking except that it seemed large and strong, so I didn’t wish to take chances.”

I replied-“You could have called out to know my intentions. I am not a mindless animal. So you’ll understand if I’m unwilling to offer courtesies .”

He looked at me bewildered once more,“Then I will gladly offer mine. I am Doctor Abraham Van Helsing. An agent of Eventide. It is our duty to safeguard the boundaries between the world of man and monsters.”

I turned back to see the horizon, beginning to wonder how far the truck to the cave would be. “Safeguards? What is safety in a world that hates you for existing?”

He became a bit defensive,”What is safety for man in a world of powerful and sometimes supernatural beasts? Eliminating those who pose a threat comes with it but it’s not all we do. If you wish, you could see for yourself. A being with your particular talents could be-” I rose a hand to interject,”The world of man wants nothing of me. Why should I offer a hand to those who tossed me aside?” He pondered my answer and gave a look that seemed to have the feeling of pity. “Well, sir, I still appreciate your help. Hope we cross paths again soon. Safe journeys.”

From here, Van Helsing walked off to the white beast and took a saw from his pack, decapitating it. Not long after, he went about his way to the tribe. I imagined that perhaps the head would exonerate me from the crimes and I could perhaps start again to build a life there. But I knew in my heart that all it would bring was trouble for the friends I made in Path and Grey Wolf. I had no plan to make The old chief someone his people distrust. So I decided to journey once more across the ice after returning to the cave for my things, and head south, to find a place to hide away where no man may find me. I crossed down through my fathers country.. and then started my way along the Carpathian Mountains.

(stay tuned for chapter two)

[zareken]

The Wind

The wind battered against the house my nervousness creating a draft as my body cooled itself causing the air to move quickly. That is what caused the storm outside, many younglings created storms when they got too emotional. You never understand the problem with creating an updraft until the winds catch up with you it is a terrifying experience which is why often the first one is the worst as the panic fuels the winds further. When I had my first experience I was able to ride the air as it rose around me. Shortly after I started to enjoy it the winds died down my energy calmed. So much of it was driven by instinct that it was hard to control until you fully grasped it. When you fully grasped it, that was when you could become one with the air. With precise control sectioning parts of the bubble to push the wind around you. The trick was to get enough air around you to lift you. Normally you could run to do it but most preferred to continue the tradition. The canyons were so deep that you could fall for thirty minutes and still not hit the ground for another twenty. So when you were sure you were ready to be one with the wind you jumped. I still was learning and the thought of jumping was terrifying, so I had training with my jumping but I couldn't quite run fast enough to get my feet off the ground. I could barely extend my jump something many children half my age could do. I also only ever stormed out once while most stormed at least twice by my age. I have found that not having control over things was a fear that surpassed reason. Losing control again was out of the question I would learn control and be able to use it without destroying another house. The air calmed and I stepped out. I focused and felt the air grow cold as the air rushed around me. I sprinted forward and focused, i mentally angled the magic and kept pushing the wind keeping me from hitting my face as I got closer to the ground. I ran up a small krag and as I reached the tip I swung my arms and launched into the air. I floated there in the air the wind rushing around me. I slowly fell back to the ground the thrill of the jump still filling me. I landed took a breath and felt the air around me stop swirling. You got used to the way the wind pulled towards and away from you so when you were able to focus and let the winds move by themselves it felt unnatural.