there are a few things Max does that make El absolutely melt (letting her listen to her heartbeat, playing with her hair, saying she loves her, singing to her) and if Max accidentally does them all at once El ODs on serotonin and dematerializes into confetti like when she killed the demogorgon

The long road of how starting a fight with superman over clone parenting eventually lead to Danny Phantom become God Part 4: The final warning

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47818321/chapters/121415806

A month had passed since the clone support group's last meeting and this meeting was going even better than Dani had expected. They discussed so many things and then the group expressed trying to find and reach out to other clones. However, all the momentum stopped when Conner spoke up. "I... I have to be honest with all of you. Despite Danielle's dad talking to Superman, things didn't get better. If anything, they've gotten worse."

Linda, Jarro, and Danielle exchanged concerned glances, their brows furrowed in disbelief. Linda was the first to break the silence, her voice filled with concern. "What happened?”

Conner took a deep breath, his voice laced with frustration. "Superman told me that I shouldn't be dragging others into our personal business. He made it clear that he sees my actions as a threat to his reputation, and he even threatened me, warning me to stay away from him and his affairs."

Danielle's eyes narrowed, her fists clenching involuntarily. She had hoped that the man would get some sense. That he would learn his lesson and be better to her new friend. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one, judging by how the room’s temperature began dropping dramatically.

“Dad!”

Everyone stood silently as Danny dropped his invisibility. They all looked to see her father, he couldn’t have looked older than fourteen. They were all surprised, he had just been a kid when he died. Danielle told them, but it never really hit home until they looked at the man.

However, by looking at him they also knew he wasn’t just a kid. He exuded power. His bright glowing green eyes with endlessly black pupils. The way his salt and pepper hair floated and fluttered in a nonexistent breeze. His very presence unleashed a pressure that made it hard to breathe.

“I’ll take care of it,” Danny said his tone was flat and serious. It was nothing of the fun-loving nature that Danielle had spoken about.

“Dad, can I use the mirror?”

“Just use the Mortal filter,” Danny said before exiting through a portal.

“Mirror?” Conner asked.

“So we can watch Dad kick the crap out of Superman!” Dani grinned.

“Mortal filter?” Linda asked.

“Dad’s true spirit form, even in base, can be difficult to look at for those not accustomed to the supernatural.”

There was a collective “oh.” as Dani set up her 85-inch spectral mirror. Her dad really loved to spoil her.

At the daily planet Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Jimmy Olsen, Kara Danvers, Catherine Grant, and the rest of the staff were having their morning meeting when a voice sounded from Clark’s direction. They all looked to see a white-haired kid with green eyes.

“Hi, Clark!” Danny said with a grin with too many teeth to be human. He was resting his hand on Clark’s chest.

“You!” Clark said, recognizing the boy from the watchtower.

“Bye Clark!” Danny said with a cheery tone that belaid his anger. Danny gave the man a push sending him out the window falling from the building and leaving a crater in the street below.

Everyone stood in shock, Danny recognized the look on Kara's face, the tensing of her muscles.

“Do not interfere Kara Zor-El.” Danny threw kryptonite-based bolas at her at a faster-than-light speed. She was tied up tight and because they were laced with his ectoplasm they would only come off when he willed it.

They saw him disappear and reappear on the street walking towards Clark. Clark looked up to see Danny. Clark felt his clothes come off revealing his Superman outfit. He saw a bright ring encompass Danny’s form. What he saw hurt his eyes.

That thing, yes, there was no way it could be human, its body elongated. Danny’s legs no longer existed. He became like a lamia, He no longer was on the ground, the boy floated. His skin became a representation of the night sky, he sprouted hundreds of black and white wings covered in eyes. The shadows he cast had mouths with hundreds of rows of teeth that consumed anything that happened to fall in them. His hair was a pure white that floated above his head like a crown. His eyes glowed bright green with endlessly black pupils. Each finger had a ring on it. Each gem represented the Sun, Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto. There was a volleyball-sized hole in Danny’s chest. Floating freely in that hole was a translucent black crystal with stars on the inside. The crystal was encased in a clear layer of ice. The crystal was surrounded by a spinning silver ornate metal crown that emanated blue fire.

“I warned you, the realms warned you Kal-El to treat the mirror born with respect, to treat your mirror-born son with respect. Now the realms will have their retribution.” Danny’s voice was layered with that feminine voice from earlier.

The Man of Steel was a man of action. He took the initiative and fired his laser eyes. They were blocked by an ecto shield. When that didn’t work he used his ice breath. Danny let loose a small whistle. It only lasted less than a second but the sonic force stopped Superman’s ice breath causing a wave of destruction causing the road to crack and nearby windows to shatter.

Danny appeared in front of Superman, uppercutting him in the gut and sending him flying into the sky. The man of steel didn’t even have a moment to reorient himself in the air. Danny appeared behind him and backhanded the man sending him crashing back to earth.

Superman decided to try his laser eyes again and put in every ounce of power he could and this time Danny didn’t block with a shield. Instead, Danny reached out his hand, and at the center of it was a black dot no bigger than a tip of a 36-Gauge needle. The dot sucked in the lasers, all of the debris in the air, its gravitational pull meant that anything loose was also sucked into it. Cars, light posts, and benches started to creak and croak as they were drawn toward the dot. Once Superman relented, Danny dismissed the black hole he created.

Danny generated a red ball of light in his hand and Superman fell to the ground instantly. As Danny floated over to him.

“I want you to start treating Conner better, You see this?” Danny gestured to the red orb.

“I can create these at will, I am the King of the infinite realms, Ancient of Space, The King of the endless. Creating a Red Giant is child's play. I’ve used not even a fraction of my power.” Danny’s layered voice echoed so loud it could be heard for miles.

A burst of magical energy caused Danny to jump back. The justice league and the Justice League dark appeared to surround Danny and Superman.

“King Phantom, please don’t kill Superman. Constantine told me you have every right to do so, but I ask as a favor please don’t.” Batman said.

“I wasn’t going to kill him. That isn’t necessary. In Fact, I was giving him a gift.” Danny laughed as he dismissed the Red Giant in his hand and began collecting red energy at the tip of his finger into a little ball.

“The gift of having time to reflect and to spend with Conner so he can see Conner as his own person. The mirror born are truly special. They’re a gift, I hate to see something so precious squandered because he wants to be a bigoted obstinate dick” Danny said as the red ball formed a beam that shot through Superman's shoulder.

“Kal-El take this warning to heart. It is the last one you will receive.” Danny said before he faded away. The members looked around to try and find him. The only thing they found was that all of the damage from the fight was gone as if the fight never occurred in the first place.

AN: Sorry totally forgot to post this one here, Finally the first big fight between Danny and superman, 

#22

-Steve is an incredible cook, and in the summer, whenever they can, they all go over to the Harrington’s house for barbecues. Steve, ever the dad, grills, Nancy always brings cupcakes and treats, and Eddie and Robin pitch in whatever they can for chips, drinks and fruit platters. They always use the pool and sometimes, they turn into sleepovers, so Eddie keeps an emergency D&D set in the den so he can play with the kids. 

-Steve also has emergency board games, mostly Scrabble, Monopoly, and Sorry for him, Nancy, Robin, Max and El to play while everyone else plays D&D.

-The most memorable of all the backyard BBQs though, was the one where Robin and Eddie, while shopping for snacks and stuff, came up with the plan to show up wearing each other’s bathing suits, just as a joke. Robin wore a black sports bra on top of Eddie’s black and red skull trunks, and Eddie wore Robin’s bright ectoplasm green bikini, which barely covered him up. Still, they both found it hilarious, and when everyone was distracted, they strolled onto the back patio and loudly announced their arrival. Nancy drooled at Robin, the kids all screamed with varying degrees of horror, and Steve dropped the watermelon he was carrying, breaking it in two and making Eddie, Robin and the slightly less horrified kids laugh their asses off. Dustin claims that that scarred him for life and that he has never been the same since.

Hellsing Liveblog Ch. 51-56

This is the “Seras Coming of Age” part of Hellsing, but the chapters are all one-off titles: “Last Mission”, “Get Away”, “Yaksa”, “The Man I Love”, “Ogre Battle”, and “Angelous,”

Last time, Zorin Blitz’s company invaded the Hellsing HQ, and Seras managed to kill them all except for Zorin herself, and then she used her psychic whammy, forcing Seras to relive some traumatic moment.   We saw one of the Wild Geese get this same treatment, and he briefly saw his dead daughter before Zorin killed him.  As for Seras, she relives the deaths of her parents.   Years ago, two guys barged into their home and shot them.   The circumstances aren’t entirely clear, but they must have had some forewarning, since Seras’ mom hid her in a closet and told her not to come out no matter what.   But when she saw what they did to them, Seras became so enraged that she attackedthe men and stabbed one in the eye with a fork.  

The other guy shot Seras, and while she must have survived, she remembers laying on the floor as the guy she stabbed decides to rape her mother.   I’m not even sure “rape” is the right word, since she was already dead, but the guy doesn’t care because the body is “still warm.”   You’d think he’d be too upset about losing an eye, but maybe he’s high on cocaine or something.

I don’t think you need me to tell you this, gentle reader, but hol-ee shit this dark.   We knew Seras’ parents died when she was young, and it wouldn’t be hard to speculate that they died in some violent crime, but Seras watched it happen, and she stabbed a dude in the face, only to get shot herself, and she watched her mother’s body getting molested before she passed out.  

And this gives us some insight into what Alucard saw in her that night in Cheddar.  There, Seras was surrounded by ghouls, many of them her comrades in the police department, and a vampire who promised to rape her before drinking her blood.   Alucard found it remarkable how she persevered in this horror, but now we see that may not even be the worst thing that ever happened to her.  It’s not even the first time she got shot!  

And from the earlier flashback we saw, Seras was hellbound to become a police officer like her father.  After a trauma like this, it’s amazing that she’d want anything to do with the police, since those men killed her father for digging “too deep” into whatever they were involved in.  But Seras quietly, defiantly chose to follow in her father’s footsteps, only to suffer a similar fate. 

Because, let’s not forget, Seras is dead.   She died in Cheddar, because Alucard had to shoot through her to kill the vampire who had taken her hostage.   Then she agreed to become a vampire like him, and join the Hellsing Organization.   Once more, she has quietly, defiantly, chosen to carry on in this life of public service.  

But none of that matters to Zorin Blitz.   She just wanted to dredge up all this trauma to keep Seras preoccupied long enough for Zorin to do this...

Oh, also she lopped off Seras’ left arm, but I liked this impalement panel better. 

On top of that, Zorin slashes Seras’ eyes, which was pretty gruesome and shocking.   When I started watching the Hellsing Ultimate OVA, I couldn’t wait to see what happened next, so I trawled YouTube for clips of Seras, so I had a pretty good idea where the character was headed, and noticed that late-story Seras was missing a left arm.   So Zorin cutting it off didn’t surprise me much, but everything else she did to her was a surprise.

Then, just as Zorin seems to be ready to finish Seras off, Pip Bernadotte gets the drop on her and whacks her with the butt of his rifle.    Machine gun?   Semiautomatic?   I don’t know from guns.    He hits her with it, is my point.   Then he shoots her with a different gun to put the exclamation point on it.

There’s two other guys left in the Wild Geese, and they toss smoke grenades to cover Pip as he tries to carry Seras to safety, but he’s wounded, and then a Millennium soldier wakes up and shoots him in the thighs.   Was that guy playing possum?  The Geese take him out, and Pip even makes it back to them, but I’m not sure what good that does anybody.   Then Zorin gets back up and cuts him down with her scythe.    I don’t think she chops him in half or anything, but he’s not getting back up again, that’s for sure. 

Seras calls out to him, and he steals another kiss.   I guess he forgot about the last time, because he acts like he “finally” managed to do this.   Then he asks Seras to drink his blood, which will allow her to win.   I guess someone must have explained enough vampire lore to Pip for him to have figured this out.    Maybe Seras herself told him how it worked, which makes it doubly-meaningful for him to say this to her now.  

And Seras starts wailing with grief, before Zorin finally mocks her for it, calling Pip an insect.   I’ve seen a few people poke fun at this scene, because it’s kind of weird for Zorin to just stand by while Pip and Seras have this final moment together, but Zorin’s a sadist.   Much of what she’s done in these past several chapters has been about reveling in her enemies’ suffering.    She took her sweet time with Seras earlier, which was the only reason Pip managed to help her, and now she’s taking her sweet time again, like she’s enjoying this drama. 

So Zorin uses her psychic whammy again, but this time it doesn’t work on Seras.   Maybe because Seras is already in the middle of a terrible trauma in the here and now.   She couldn’t do anything to avenge her parents back then, and she was powerless against the Cheddar Priest, but this time?   This time she knows exactly what to do.

VENIT AEVUS ILLE, O MESSIAH, O MESSIAH

YUDULIYA-VELE YUDULIYA-VELE

EN ESE MOMENTO ZORIN BLITZ SINTIO EL VERDADERO TERROR.

So yeah, this rocks.    The anime version does this cool thing where all the blood soaks up into her clothes and stains them red.   Maybe the manga was going for the same thing, but it’s harder to tell in black and white.   I find it kind of strange how Seras’ eyes grow back, but her left arm does not.    I’m pretty sure she could reform her arm, but chooses not to.   Instead, she’s got this black ectoplasm-y thing, like the same black stuff that Alucard uses when he’s not holding back as much.

Then Seras starts slaughtering Zorin’s men.   Didn’t she already kill them all?  Yeah, but there’s more.   The anime tries to cover for this by having Zorin explain that some “late arrivals” showed up.  Well, they did have to enter the building single file to get past the mines, so it makes sense that Zorin would keep some in reserve in case there were more traps inside. 

Seras is my favorite character in this whole thing, and since these pages of her kickin’ ass speak for themselves, I guess I’ll talk about why I like her so much.    I’m pretty sure I saw a cosplay photo of her on tumblr, and I found the design intriguing.   She’s a vampire, but dressed in something like a military uniform, kind of like the “Bridge Bunnies” in Macross. I looked up Seras to find out what she was from, and I was like “Oh, Hellsing was the show Team Four Star has been abridging, I guess I need to watch that anyway so I can watch the Abridged version and get the jokes.”

Mostly, I just like the idea of a vampire with a very professional mentality, as opposed to the whole Lost Boys/What We Do in the Shadows/Buffy kind of aesthetic.    Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but we see that sort of thing all the time.   I’ve also seen a lot of “reluctant” vampires in my time.    Vampires who try to avoid doing any vampire stuff, or going about their business like the vampirism is just this inconvenient obstacle.   Hellsing presents this other option, where vampires like Alucard are used for the purpose of anti-vampire countermeasures.   He’s been turned into a weapon, but he’s basically just Dracula with a fresh coat of paint.   Seras is more firmly rooted in the concept.  Alucard was a vampire who became a sort of cop, and Seras is a cop who became a vampire. 

And while I liked the idea of Seras being like “Oh, well I didn’t want to be a vampire but I’ll try to make the best of it”, I quickly found out that she wasn’t just a cop with pointy teeth.   There’s moments where she can be scary and creepy too.   “Sir, yes sir, my Master.”  It sums her up very neatly.   This is a vampire who can be polite and respectful and professional, but she can also get very deep into the more horrific aspects of this thing.   She’s got layers.  Zorin Blitz tried to peel them back, and look how that’s working out for her.

Once the rank and file goons are dealt with, Seras goes after Blitz, and just wrecks her shit.   Blitz tries to punch Seras in the face and it does nothing.   Seras just bites all her fingers off and spits ‘em out.   Then she announces that she refuses to drink Zorin’s blood, not a single drop. This is important, because Seras was always reluctant to drink blood.  She said she feared that drinking blood would mean the end of something inside of her, but now she’s crossed that Rubicon.   One might suspect that she’d suddenly want to drink more blood, but no.  She drank Pip’s as a means to an end.   Zorin’s blood would serve no higher purpose, and I think there’s an implication that she doesn’t want to dishonor Pip’s sacrifice.  Desperate, Zorin tries to use her power on Seras a third time, and then this happens:

  Okay, so at first Zorin sees Seras’ memories, like before, but now there’s all this stuff from Pip’s memories, and then Warrant Officer Shrodinger, of all people, shows up.   Zorin is confused by this, but he explains that he’s “everywhere and nowhere,” which means he can appear in this psychic vision just as easily as he can teleport between Brazil and England.

Schrodinger is here to pass along a message from the Major.  See, Zorin disobeyed his orders, and he would normally punish her for this, but he and the Doctor are busy with a “most interesting toy”, so they’ll just leave it to Seras to take care of punishing Zorin.  

Yesterday, I think I figured out what Zorin’s disobedience was.    Before I was confused because she didn’t start attacking until Seras opened fire on her blimp, and that only happened because Seras was shooting at the rockets fired by the Major.   Everything that Zorin did afterwards could be considered a matter of self-defense, but therein lies the problem.    Namely, what was Zorin’s blimp doing in the line of fire to begin with?  

Because once Seras shot her down, everything Zorin did next was sort of her only option.   She pretty much had to attack the mansion, and brave its defenses, whatever those happened to be.   And the Major knew that this was a big unknown.   He warned Zorin about Seras Victoria and while he didn’t seem to know exactly what her abilities were, he regarded her as an “arch-enemy” on the same level as Alucard.  That’s why he wanted Zorin to hold off and wait for the rocket attack.   It was intended to probe the mansion’s defenses, and once it became clear that they had anti-aircraft guns, and that Seras was eagle-eyed enough to shoot down their rockets, then the Major could have ordered Zorin to find a different way.   

But instead she was too close and gave Seras a target, which precipitated everything else, up to and including this:

Yeah, Seras just drags Zorin across the walls until her whole head smears apart.   Cool!

With Zorin dead, Seras delcares her intention to take the fight to the enemy, and the last three Wild Geese salute her before she leaves.   One way or another, they realize that Pip has become a part of Seras now, and they pay their last respects to him through her. 

Then Seras flies toward London, using her left arm-thing to make cool bat wings.    And this is a good illustration of what Seras is all about.  Once, she might have been horrified at the thought of doing something like this, but now she sees it as a way to carry on with her duty.    This was what Alucard had been trying to get her to understand, but sometimes you just have to work these things out in your own way.   Seras is about utility, and now that she has a use for these vampiric powers, she’s finally prepared to embrace them as her own.

In London, Schrodinger reports back to the Major and informs him of Zorin Blitz’s death.  He’s not surprised, and even declares “our ruin has begun”.   Schrodinger points out that he’s leading everyone, friend and foe alike, into destruction, and the Major simply observes that this is war.   Millennium didn’t come to London to win, they came to London to fight.

Then the Ninth Crusade shows up.  Recall that, earlier, Enrico Maxwell organized a military response to deal with the Millennium invasion of London, but he hasn’t come here to save the civilian population.   Instead, he’s treating them as enemies, just like the Nazi vampires.    Somehow, there’s still living people in the city, and as dawn approaches, they see Maxwell’s helicopters putting off some sort of light show.  I don’t know what you call this, but the people on the ground think it’s angels, and then Maxwell orders his men to open fire.

I want to point out that the newly promoted Archbishop Maxwell is riding into this battle in a special truck with a glass box for him to sit in.   He’s surrounded by microphones so he can address his troops and the people below.   Also the truck is hanging from a helicopter.   It’s stupid and pointless and over-the-top, so naturally the Major is highly impressed with Maxwell’s style. 

Okay I was gonna do another SG:WoT post anyway because we’ve got a new King interview but THEN, he released the cover to issue four so you KNOW I gotta geek out about this.

(Sorry that this blog is all SG:WoT, all the time now, but I am just. Insanely excited that Evely is drawing Supergirl. Feel free to block/mute these posts as needed. XD)

Okay, so!

First! The interview!

It’s on (ugh) screenrant so I’m not gonna link, I’m just gonna nab the interesting bits:

On the different direction of the book, and if he wanted to go back to the original Adventure Comics vibes: “So, the idea of this thing was to strip her story down, because Supergirl has a majorly weird history in terms of continuity. At least 13 writers have rewritten her origin over the years. Her dad has 13 origin stories; sometimes he's evil, sometimes he's a robot, sometimes alive, sometimes he's dead. She's changed dramatically in the last 10 years, between coming back to life to the New 52 to Rebirth. She's gone through so much that it's hard to get a hold of her. Not to mention in the '90s, when I was coming up, she was like an ectoplasmic space angel. There's so much there, and I just wanted to take all that stuff off and get to the core of the character; get her out of her normal environments and her normal conflicts. It seems like all our stories are about her dad or her relationship to Superman. Instead, let's see the purity of that character.”

On starting the book the way he did: “...I wanted to start out with a very human moment of a person turning 21 and getting drunk. And a person who is getting drunk because they want to be alone, and they just want to forget about the shit that's happened in their past. That's such a human moment. And the fact that she's Supergirl, so she waits till it's legal - because these super people, they follow the rules. She waited, and now it's legal and she can have this moment. She goes off by herself, with her dog that always follows her, and she has a moment where she can be free. For a lot of people in the US, whether you've been drinking since you were 14 or started that day, your 21st birthday and the day after are days you remember for the rest of your life. It's a day of freedom and consequence, and I wanted to show Supergirl going through that.”

On rising to the challenge of helping Supergirl perform better, sales/popularity-wise: “ When I first got on this book, I called Steve Orlando, who had just written a Supergirl run. And he was the one who opened my eyes to how good the character is. He had such insight into her. He was like, ‘There is a difference between Clark and her, and what she's gone through.’ He just laid it for me.”

On starting the book off with Ruthye’s journey, and gradually building to Kara’s: “ I was like, "Okay, this is going to be from the point of view of someone under Supergirl." And so I switched the point of view to this new brand new character, whose name is Ruthye. And we went from there: we start with Ruthye's story, we see her discover Supergirl, and she's our audience. She's our way in, the way Robin has always been the way into Batman.”

On whether or not other characters will show up, outside of Supergirl and Ruthye: “It's like my Superman: Up in the Sky, where it's a distillation of the character. You'll see other characters, but the focus of every issue will be on Supergirl. And it's something where at the very end, you can be like, "Why is Supergirl great? Why is she important to the DC Universe? What is her future in the DC Universe? Here, read this one trade that can answer all three of those questions at once."So, there will be other characters in the Super universe. But the focus will always be on her; on Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow. It's her finding out about herself and her own strength.”

On Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow vs. his other titles: “Supergirl is my first 2021 book, or my first book of the 20s. That wrapped up my books of the teens, and now we're in a new generation. God willing, from the moment I started this book, I was like, ‘I'm gonna take a risk, and I'm gonna write books that are a little brighter.’ I know that's coming from me, and it's not to say we're going to avoid conflict or we're not going to explore the depths of the human soul. All that stuff will be in there. But these books are made from a place of joy, not from a place of anger; from a place of hope, not from a place of despair. It very much contrasts to those other books, in my mind.”

On how he thinks folks will react to the Krypto cliffhanger: “I mean, they're gonna think it's a good cliffhanger. That's how I think they're going to react. They're going to say, ‘I want the next issue.’ That's literally my job as written in my contract. Something where at the end of an issue, someone says, ‘I want more.’ So, that's how I hope they react.”

As mentioned, this is not the full interview; the whole thing can be found on screenrant, and I think Tom King shared a link on his twitter. 

And now, as always, SOME THOUGHTS:

I love that he brings up the fact that so many Supergirl stories focus on Zor-El and Clark, and how he was like, ‘let’s not do that.’

That’s my big gripe with modern Supergirl comics; they are trying so hard to make a statement on why we need both a Supergirl AND a Superman, that they end up spending ALL THEIR TIME talking about Clark, instead of, you know. Telling a fun Supergirl story.

Same thing with Zor-El! I know folks love Rebirth--I like it quite a bit myself--but I think the nostalgia goggles prevent folks from remembering that the whole first arc of that book was re-doing the ‘Cyborg Superman’ garbage from the Nu52. 

Speaking of Rebirth, really like that of all the recent SG writers he coulda talked to, he talked to Steve Orlando.

Like, if ya can’t get Gates on the phone, get Orlando.

(I get the sense that Gates doesn’t like this book, actually, based on a vague tweet. But don’t quote me on that.) 

Looks like Ruthye is gonna be our POV/audience insert character for the whole run. I’m...mmmm. I don’t love it, but I understand the logic here. Especially since he compared it to Batman and Robin--how you use Robin as your entry point for a bat book. 

And you know what? Kara’s supporting cast needs some help, so. Welcome to the Superfam, Ruthye.

I also love the explanation behind the drinking thing, as well as the fact that Kara waited until it was 100% legal for her to drink because OF COURSE SHE WOULD.

I am so worried that Krypto is gonna die b/c of what we saw in Future State. I’m over here with my Pepe Silva board like, ‘Well, what if Kara agrees to help Ruthye because Krem MURDERED HER DOG?!?! WHAT IF THIS IS JOHN WICK IN SPACE?!?!?!’

So I am DISMAYED that King does not reassure us AT ALL.

Thus I am forced to cling to this tidbit here: “ But these books are made from a place of joy, not from a place of anger; from a place of hope, not from a place of despair. It very much contrasts to those other books, in my mind.”

Killing the dog would not be joyful. XD So, like. I’m REALLY HOPIN’ HE’LL BE OKAY.

AND LASTLY, (Except not really)

I have some additional, miscellaneous thoughts unrelated to the interview b/c I’m me and I’m loving having a Supergirl comic back on the shelves, however polarizing it may be.

Something I realized, when details started to come out regarding the book, and that other folks have now noted as well: Kara was 16 when Rebirth launched in 2016; she’s just turned 21 in 2021, making her one of the extremely few comic characters to age in real time.

I don’t think that was planned, but it is cool.

It occurred to me on a re-read that Ruthye never calls Kara Kara in her narration, only Supergirl. And I was a little sad! But then I remembered that Kara wouldn’t necessarily reveal her identity to people she’s helping, she would just be ‘Supergirl’ to them. 

I really do love how, so far, there has been NARY A MENTION of Kara angst-ing over being in Clark’s shadow, or being Superman’s cousin.

It appears that her drinking alone on a remote planet is more related to trying to forget her trauma/grief related to Krypton. MAYBE. We don’t know yet.

The Clark thing could still come up. I hope it doesn’t. 

(Interesting to note! Kara recently appeared in Action Comics, helping Clark and Jon investigate some Kryptonian refugees; IDK how closely these books will necessarily ‘work together’ in terms of continuity, but! It’s possible that the discovery of those mysterious refugees was triggering, thus sending her on her way to her own solo title.)

(Well. That’s gonna be my headcanon, anyway. XD)

AND LASTLY, (for real this time)

ISSUE FOUR COVER!!!!

Okay, some immediate thoughts:

GOOD LORD IT’S STUNNING.

I loooooove the fire motif, reminds me of a part from the Rebirth run, where Kara met the Super-Man of China, and they visually referenced All-Star Superman, having the Kryptonians kind of...become the sun.

Also STAR CHART?!?! PIRATE MAP!?!?!?! 

The VIBES I tell you, the VIIIIIIIBES.

Also I love that it’s just Kara.

Don’t get me wrong! I like Ruthye just fine so far! But yeah, yeah, give me some more solo-Kara focus, even if it’s just in the art.

Just realized that once this thing gets collected as a TBP, we might get some Evely art backmatter. OhHhhHHhhH YESSSS. 

Anyways, the long wait for issue 2 begins! 

The Machine

Author’s Note: So you know, I recently finished Pirate101 for the first time after getting back into it since I was like eight (and now I’m getting back into Wiz) and I must say I genuinely enjoyed it. I laughed a lot and cried some — it was great! The only thing I didn’t enjoy was the ending (I liked it, but I was just sad to see it end, ya know). So, I decided to write it from the p.o.v of my pirate — hope you enjoy! Comment down below!

Word Count: 2400

Trigger Warning: Blood, gore, asphyxiation

The time for the final battle had come upon Ingrid and her crew — to defeat Kane himself. She looked around the lower control room of The Machine, a strong sense of disgust running through her veins. Around her was smashed machinery, oil stains, and the twitching remains of masked automata on the gold and steel platform, some of which had fallen onto the cold, brown marble flooring below. But, that wasn’t where her attention lay.  

“After him Captain, for the Spiral!” El Toro exclaimed, a heroic smile beneath the bull’s white mask, but Ingrid barely noticed the bull.

She drowned out his voice as she descended the metal steps they previously climbed, her getas clicking against the floor. She stopped at the corpse of Gazpaccio, a sad old man killed by his own creation, his own child, Kane. But, could she blame the heartless monster for his actions?

Gazpaccio was the cause of all of this. The death of her parents, the need for a revolution to begin with, and the endangerment of the Spiral. All of this in the name of revenge against the Tortellini family. And of course, darkness bred darkness. It was only until his last days that he acted, wanting to give his son the heart he should’ve had to begin with. But, it was far too late.

Ingrid wanted to hate him for all the problems he’d caused, understanding how much it hurt to be born out of revenge. But, like her own parents, he had shown his creation love, and love was something Kane wasn’t capable of. Even without a proper heart, he never took the time to understand it — to try to feel it — for surely someone with a magnificent mind could learn to love. Even his chaotic creation, Phule, could love.

Either way, nobody should have to die as Gazpaccio did, nor should they be left to rot. Thus, in good conscience, Ingrid turned his body over, laying his arms across his chest.  She took off her headdress, clutching it to her chest and kneeling in prayer. She gently placed it on his chest and stood to her feet, a sorrowful look in her eyes. 

With that done, it was time to cover him. She took off her tattered robes, once a fine silk kimono from Mooshu colored black, white, and gold, now, worse for wear from combat. She never properly appreciated nor wore them as it was. And if they could give a man the peace he deserved, even for a fleeting moment, then she would do that for him. Though the sky pirate was used to death, and even able to revive the dead as a Witchdoctor, her mojo was nearly spent, not to mention his age making things more difficult. Besides, she could feel his tired soul reject life, and she would not raise the unwilling.

She felt a hand on her shoulder from her closest friend, if not father figure. He spoke in a gentle tone, “You tried your best, Dragonfly, the fault does not lie with you. We are at the end of our journey — let us not allow his death to be in vain.”

“But… Kan Po, isn’t it already in vain? He wanted to give his son a heart, to properly fix him, and that’s what we came for, isn’t it? Even if our main objective became saving the Spiral, that doesn’t take away from the original purpose, does it?”

“No, but, in a way, he would have died. Life is a cycle of birth, death, and rebirth; we would have killed off the evil in him in one way, Dragonfly, and now we will in another.”

She solemnly nodded in response. “Yes, I suppose. No mercy for a bastard.”

She took a moment to ready herself, checking to see if her chest was bound properly and that her hakama was aptly done. She wouldn’t want her pants to be too loose or come undone in the midst of combat. They hadn’t yet, but you could never be too sure.

‘You know,’ she thought to herself, observing her tan brown skin, ‘I never noticed how many scars I’ve gotten over all these years…’

She looked back up at the platform, Bonnie Anne motioning for her and Kan Po. “Come on, let’s go!” She yelled with urgency.

The young pirate nodded, rejoining the group with haste. This was it.

The crew rode in tense silence, stepping into the upper control room — the head of the near-destroyed Machine. The room was like a dome, decorated with silver and golden gears, and a map of the Spiral with magnifying glasses on the back wall. The green skies of Valencia were visible all around the crew from the glass, polluted by the smog of clockwork machinery. Above their heads was a strange laser-like contraption made from the ethereal purple crystals from the Isle Of Doom, which momentarily brought Ingrid’s attention to the ones kept in glass casings. And at the center of it all was Kane, his elites, and his marine pawns.

That’s when the young pirate took notice of the floor: it was a chessboard. All of this  —  her suffering, that of her crewmates, and that of the entire Spiral’s — was a game. His pursuit of perfection was just a game. With this realization, her doubts faded away. She had to end him.

“We’ve played a long chess game, you and I, and you’ve done far better than expected. But now it’s time I was rid of you. How about one final match? To be sporting, I’ll only use half my pieces — is that not generous?” Kane menacingly spoke.

“Deacon! Rooke! But how?” El Toro exclaimed in shock.

“Should’ve stayed dead,” Ingrid mumbled to herself, never one for words. She always was unnaturally quiet, even when her parents were alive. She didn’t like noise, nor did she enjoy parties or crowds. In fact, she found the rambunctious nature of the Unicorn nobles so unbearable that it took all of her will not to break down and cry. It was the main reason she stormed The Clock Works and The Machine without hesitation. 

Somehow, Valencian nobility was worse than Marleybonian nobility, and that’s saying a lot as her own mother was Marleybonian nobility. Ingrid could play diplomat, but wasn't completely socially literate. She knew better than anyone else that what she lacked in social skills, she more than made up for it with her combative abilities. Therefore, this battle had to be.

“They’re only machines. It was expensive to replace the children you destroyed, but I managed.” Kane stated. “Bishop, of course, you already know. Allow me to introduce Queen, greatest of my creations.”

“You flatter me, darling,” Queen spoke.

“Not at all. Kill them, my children. Kill them all.”

Thus, combat began. The Clockwork marines rapidly charged forward, striking with near-deadly accuracy. They were merely pawns, but could kill, and stab, and cut, and some of Ingrid's crew aren’t able to block or dodge as easily.

Ingrid focused her attention on Kane, her ruby red eyes widening in shock — he could teleport? Seeing as mojo was illegal by Armada standards, the fact that he had any was a surprise, and the fact that he could use it well was terrifying, especially because he was attempting to pick everyone off like flies…

Ingrid rushed over to Old Scratch, helping her fellow Witchdoctor strengthen their team and call upon the willing dead, creating a better chance for survival. Once finished, she jumped into the fray — she’d never been one to simply stand on the sides and cast spells like a Wizard. Her first target was Deacon; she hated him with her soul, so seeing him ‘live’ again… He wouldn’t live for long.

She took him by surprise like Kan Po had taught her to, summoning a mojo knife and slicing off his head. He’d already been damaged by Bonnie Anne’s spark gun, so he was an easy target.

El Toro, Contessa, Kan Po, Ratbeard, and Hawkules fought tooth and nail through hordes of Armada marines, facing Rooke, Bishop, and Queen. They faced bombs, clockwork traps, guns, and halberds head-on.

As the battle went on, neither side seemed to truly win. Bones, ectoplasm, oil, and Clockwork bodies filled the room. Most of Ingrid’s crew had fallen, and she could only hope they were knocked out and not dead. She’d seen Bonnie Anne subdued with spark guns, Mormo stabbed through, Ratbeard and Hawkules fall taking down Rooke, and El Toro hurt by one of Bishop’s traps. Kane’s army was no different, however, for all that remained standing was he and Queen. As for Ingrid, Contessa and Kan Po remained — everyone else was hurt or…

Ingrid didn’t have time to think about it; she focused on the fight. If this truly was only half of Kane’s pawns, then he needed to die, or everyone’s sacrifices would be in vain. Catbeard would surely scold her for that, and she wouldn't want Gracie's genius to be stamped out.

Ingrid looked to her still standing friends. They nodded at each other, knowing what had to be done. Ingrid used one of her abilities, soulreaver. Giant skeletal hands held Queen down, spirits attacking her as Contessa and Kan Po charged forward. But, the eloquent creation refused to go down so easily. With her dying 'breath,' she brought down Contessa, running her blade through the abdomen of the unicorn rebel.

Ingrid felt her heart sink at the sight of it, yet she continued to fight. "Just like the old times, eh? Just the two of us, Kan Po."

He nodded. "Let us finish our journey, Dragonfly."

She took a deep breath, sending a mojo blast towards Kane, magical lightning leaving her finger-tips. But to her dismay, he teleported away, and that's when she felt herself being shoved to the ground. She looked up in horror as she watched Kane slice through Kan Po's chest, bits of the goat's blood staining her clothing. He kicked the man's body aside, standing over the shocked pirate, tears in her eyes.

"Kan…P…" was all she could mumble before her staff was knocked away.

"Now that that's settled, it seems I've won," Kane spoke, holding his blade above the teen. "You really should have joined me — you and I were born out of vengeance; I could've used your prowess. You defeated Deacon, Bishop, and Rooke. Why, you even took Bishop's staff as a trophy. Too bad you've become obsolete."

He brought down his blade to finish the job, but at the last moment, the witch grabbed  Kan Po's staff, managing to block his attack and kick his weapon away. Before she was fully a Witchdoctor, she was a sickly runt who got by by fighting in the pits of Krokotopia — she could still fight. She was badly bruised and bleeding, but she killed herself to continue on. Her physical wounds would never match her emotional wounds.

She tackled Kane, spitting in his face. With venom, she spat, "I would never join you." She did her best to beat him with the staff, her mojo low. But it was no match, he was physically stronger than her, rather easily knocking it from her hands.

They tussled around in the heap of the dead and dying, but Kane overpowered her, freed himself from her grasp, and knocked her into one of the walls. The white-haired witch weakly attempted to get up, only to be kicked in the stomach and collapse. He grabbed her by the neck, violently shoving her into one of the crystal containers, broken glass penetrating her back as he tightened his grip, slowly suffocating her. She wanted to let out a scream, but couldn't breathe.

"Now, now, close your eyes and fall aslumber — eternally. I must perfect myself, then the Spiral. There is no place for people like you, so go ahead and die for me."

She felt her consciousness fading, her body slowly going into a state of shock. And in what she believed to be her final moments, she saw visions of her parents. She felt… Her mother's embrace, hearing a silent, yet sweet, "I love you" in her ear. Her father, however, she could not hear, and yet, she felt him just as strongly. His demonic will echoed through her — fight. She had to fight.

Her mother lost nearly everything she cared for, but she fought for what she wanted — demanded it. The deal Alison Voss made with the spirits, along with the sacrifices it took to bring back both husband and child, is the only reason why Ingrid Voss was alive. And in return, as the Witchdoctor had found along her journey, she was to face the leader of the Armada. Their stories were tied, and fates sealed, one way or another. Thus, she fought against her own body.

Her ruby eyes glew a deep red as she weakly brought Kane into her embrace, showing affection to the mind that never knew love.

"If you're trying to fight me, it won't work," he spat, "I'm almost done just let me-"

Her face was turning a deadly shade of blue, but she shook her head and cut him off, mumbling, "I… forgive… you…"

"Forgiveness I-" This time, he was cut off by his limbs locking against his will — his hubris was his undoing as Ingrid used her mojo and his against him. Even just a little drop was good enough for her.

"Let's… die… together…" she muttered, sending a powerful electric blast of mojo through the both of them. Her screams filled the room this time, pain running through her from electricity, burning, and broken glass.

"No...not like this. Not like this. I must not…!" he desperately exclaimed, as he fell backward, his systems overpowered by the surge in electricity. As he fell and died, his iron grip dissipated from Witchdoctor's throat.

Heavily wounded, she collapsed onto the ground and closed her eyes, a smile on her face — she won. She heard the silent, yet shaky breaths of her crewmates, and in her heart, she knew they would live. She knew she would live, for she was destined to grow old and see the Spiral change, and she would do it with them. They would sustain, thus she could rest.

The Final Mission of the Suicide Squad

Hey there, excused princesses. Well... This is it. The culmination of eight years of reviewing. It's a new year, and it is also the very last issue of Suicide Squad.

From the resiliance of Yo-yo surviving inside King Shark, to the quotableness of the shark-man himself, to the terrible designs of Harley Quinn's outfits, to the road trip with Batman and Deadshot, to the oddly heroic spirituality of El Diablo, to the touchingly sweet relationship of Killer Croc and Enchantress, to Captain Boomerang who was also there... Boy, has it been a long and usually dumb ride. Not the road trip, though. The part where it was actually a ride was honestly pretty sweet. But yeah! This is our last issue. Will it go out with a bang, or more of a wet fart? Let's look and find out~

Here's the very last cover we'll ever see with these jerks on it:

The gang's all here! Honestly, a cool group shot is a great way to go out. I have no complaints, it's a cool cover. I just think there's a fun irony in "extra special anniversary issue" and it also being the last issue. Happy anniversary! For a gift, we got you cancellation!

So we open in the past with the Ghost Recon Squad, before they became zombie ghosts. Just in case you thought this was going to be a backstory to make them sympathetic, the whole thing is bathed in red lighting, and they're torturing Gulag of the Annihilation Brigade for information. Gulag spills the beans on the underwater base where the last issue took place. The Recon Boys head there to set up a trap of recording the Suicide Squad on camera and prove to the world they exist. Oh trust me, this is more of a trap for the viewers of said footage than the Squad itself, particularly Jared Leto's performance. Anyways, they open a secret vault and are transformed into the zombie ghosts.

Back in the present, the same power has infected Amanda Waller as well. She's less of a zombie ghost, though, and more of a Grey Hulk. And then her stomach opens up in a fiery maw, which is somehow both terrifying and ridiculous. She leans in and attempts to shove Rick Flag in her belly-mouth, which should give you some idea of how gigantic she is now. Fortunately for Rick, Harley suddenly appears and beats Waller in the face with her hammer, causing her to drop Rick. The pair regroup and swap an exposition dump about the Tunguska virus that's possessed Waller, then get the hell out of the room, just as Waller starts breathing fire.

The exposition doesn't stay confined to the one room, though. On the other hand, Cosmonut shows up to tank Waller's flame breath and make sure that stays confined. Seriously, it's a full page of plot details of more or less what we already know. At best, it at least gives me a specific issue number I can link to, which is at least nice for archive purposes. Otherwise, all this accomplishes is that Cosmonut gets killed while Harley yaks away. Alas, dear Cosmonut. He was exceedingly bizarre and out of place, and therefore was a fan favourite for me. Let us all raise a jar of Skippy in his honour~

Meanwhile, the Ghost Squad corners Captain Boomerang, who begs them to let him go and even offers to join them. Katana shows up and chops off the ghost's arms so Boomerang can get away. He's a ghost, though, so he just makes new arms out of fiery ectoplasm, and blasts Katana. Given that it's a magic cursed virus, this even hurts the souls in her magic sword. Ah, I love the sentences that comic books cause me to write sometimes. Deadshot also shows up and lays down some suppression fire so they can get away. The Ghost Squad opts not to give chase, figuring Waller will get them sooner or later. Finally, a lazy villain. That much I can relate to~

After a brief Stargate reference for no reason, they find a submarine. This also leads to a "Yellow Submarine" reference for no reason. I guess that's Boomerang's role now: Australian, coward, soiler of pants, thrower of boomerangs, spouter of pop culture references. Deadshot and Boomerang are all prepared to leave, but Katana insists that they have to stay to defeat the Tunguska virus-curse. Rick Flag and Harley join them, agreeing with Katana. This makes the vote 3-2, and they convince the others with simple logic: if Tunguska gets out, then everyone is doomed, including Deadshot's daughter. As for Boomerang, helping them is penance for killing Hack, and he sadly agrees to that. Deadshot also agrees, on the basis that his favourite film is The Wild Bunch. Well, whatever motivates you, I guess~

The underwater base breaks the surface, and the Ghost Squad prepares to go out and spread their virus among humanity. Whatever men they were are gone, though the one called Jones is still reluctant. Grier, however, is all gung-ho to be the apocalypse that dooms mankind. Once you're a zombie, might as well go all-in, I guess. It's at this point that Rick Flag finally actually learns that the zomblers here are made of his old squad, and he's horrified long enough to freeze and have them infect his arm. Deadshot pulls him back into cover, and tells him to snap out of it.

While those two are holding off the Ghost Patrol, the rest of the Squad is in the vault taking care of Tunguska's corpse. Katana's magic sword can parry the infection long enough for them to grab the body. And what is the purpose of the corpse? Well, remember the out-of-hand Stargate reference earlier? It's legitimately a Stargate, and they figure if they can get it open and chuck Tunguska inside, it'll cut the possession virus off at the source. Unfortunately, Monster Waller catches up with them and infects Harley with her flame breath, leaving the other two to drag the corpse.

Running out of both options and ammo, Rick Flag tries a new tactic. He gives up. He surrenders himself to the Ghost Squad and approaches them, where they gladly welcome him as a new infectee. After all, the Suicide Squad's supposed to be expendable, right? However, this turns out to be a ruse so he can get close enough to just deck them instead. And while that's going on, Katana and Boomerang manage to drag Tunguska's cadaver (the Tunguskadaver, if you will) to the dimensional door and force it open. Channeling her grief into her sword, Katana uses it as a beacon to lure the infection energy right to her.

Deadshot shows up, having abandoned Flag when Flag seemed like he was giving up. He helps Boomerang heft Tunguska into the Stargate. Of course, the powerful interdimensional vortex also catches Boomerang in its wake, and he's very nearly sucked into it himself. Deadshot, though, uses his particular talents of marksmanship to shoot the control console while still holding onto Boomerang, closing the gate and saving him. It's admittedly a cool, heroic moment, and it's nice that Deadshot gets one.

With Tunguska beyond the boundaries of this dimension, the infection dissipates. Waller and Harley return to normal, and even Killer Croc lumbers up, having avoided death in the previous issue. Harley gives a big thumbs up, since they've finally saved the world like Waller wanted. Waller, ever the grouch, chastises her, saying that being heroes once doesn't erase their past misdeeds. In fact, nothing will, and she tells them that no matter what they do, they're Suicide Squad for life--or death. No one leaves the Suicide Squad.

Except us! We, the readers, are leaving the Suicide Squad and moving on to better comics. And while a new Suicide Squad title is due to start up again next month, keep in mind how long this was on the back-burner for me. It’s actually been, like, a year since this issue originally came out. We’re only reviewing it now, but as an actual published work, Suicide Squad‘s been dead for a year or so. This very much is the final issue, as far as I’m concerned. Like, when the title briefly became New Suicide Squad, we knew that was happening, and it took over immediately enough to count as a continuous story. But for all intents and purposes, the Suicide Squad that I’ve been reviewing since 2011 is done, and I will not be checking out the new series. No thank you sir~

But as a final issue to all we’ve read before? This is honestly not that bad.It wraps up a story arc with a genuine world-saving hero moment, and dovetails a bunch of past arcs together. Surprisingly, for a book called Suicide Squad, they sure go out of the way to not have any of its members die in the last issue. Like, I’m very glad they didn’t kill off Killer Croc, I would have hated that. But it’s still very bizarre to have him suddenly turn up like “hey guys, I’m alive” when he hadn’t even been seen or mentioned in the preceding rest of the comic. It just seemed a little too “Saturday Morning” to me, if you know what I mean~

Don’t worry, though! This isn’t the end of Taiblog! I still have a good stack of ten or so Red Hood issues to get through before my backlog dries up completely. Even then, there’s still so much else I could do. I have other terrible New 52 comics we could review. Trust me, we’re not at a loss for terrible comics any time soon~

I’m just glad to have a finale that didn’t make me cry for once~

http://www.anaoosting.nl/Tomopteris-Micans

For the ArtScience exhibition 'Unexpected Smells' at the Electriciteitsfabriek in Den Haag, May 2019. Kinetic folded sculpture that the visitor could explore with headlight, making the reflective patterns visible.

( Materials; Tyvek, Oralite 5600 (possible per Antalis), imants de neodimi (possibilitzats per Magnete), canonada de coure (possible per Wenzel), muntatge per compressió (fet possible per Bonfix), Arduino, canonada Aliminium, cadena, fil de peix, plaques metàl·liques, rodaments de boles, cable metàl·lic.)

http://www.anaoosting.nl/Tomopteris-Magna

https://2019.manifestations.nl/en/programma/

https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/tessellation/

Tomopteris (paraula neollatina d'origen grec que significa «un tall» + «ala», però presa com a «aleta»)[1] és un gènere de poliquets planctònics marins. Totes les espècies descrites són conegudes com a holopelàgiques, el que significa que passen els seus cicles de vida a la columna d'aigua.[2]

Edmund Newton Harvey havia notat la bioluminescència groga inusual que produïen els parapodis.[3] Hi ha molt pocs animals marins coneguts que exhibeixen luminescència groga.[4][5] Moltes espècies de plàncton són conegudes per mostrar aquesta propietat de bioluminiscencia.[6] Els mecanismes d'aquest procés no són ben entesos; només se sap que no utilitzen cap de les luciferines conegudes actualment. Si es molesta, se sap que algunes espècies alliberen partícules bioluminiscents dels seus parapodis, tot i que possiblement totes les espècies de Tomopteris ho facin. Es pensa amb això es pot distreure als depredadors, anàlegs als chaff que dispensen d'avions militars durant maniobres evasives.

En general, creixen a només uns pocs centímetres de longitud total (de 20 a 40 mil·límetres de longitud total), tot i que probablement reflecteixi la mida dels que són susceptibles de ser capturats en xarxes d'arrossegament.[7]

https://ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomopteris

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomopteris

https://objecteiespai.tumblr.com/post/188125958184/oc%C3%A9anos-criaturas-de-la-luz

Ernst Haeckel’s Radiolaria (1862)

According to Wikipedia Radiolaria are “protozoa of (diameter 0.1–0.2 mm) that produce intricate mineral skeletons, typically with a central capsule dividing the cell into the inner and outer portions of endoplasm and ectoplasm. They are found as zooplankton throughout the ocean, and their skeletal remains make up a large part of the cover of the ocean floor as siliceous ooze.” In 1862 the German biologist, philosopher and artist Ernst Haeckel published an image laden monograph on these microscopic organisms, turning his eye and exquisite line to their intricate and varied forms.

For more on Haeckel check out our article “Ernst Haeckel and the Unity of Culture” by Dr Mario A. Di Gregorio, on Haeckel’s theory of “monism” which lies behind the mesmerising illustrations of his Kunstformen Der Natur.

https://publicdomainreview.org/collections/ernst-haeckels-radiolaria-1862/

Biomimicry

Bibliografia

Eines Digitals: Modelatge 3D

Processos de transformació

Origami / Kirigami

“Siblings” Summery: Over the months following the night El closed the gate, Steve has become an honorary big brother to all of the kids — especially Max. So when he needs a little help, Max decides it’s her turn to take care of him. ____________________________________ It had become something of a routine now. Max waiting for Steve in front of the school, Steve pulling up at exactly 3:10 on the dot, usually going back to his house or the arcade until Max’s mother would get off from work and Steve would drop Max off at home. It had been Steve’s idea as a way for Max to avoid her brother as much as possible. He’d felt protective of her, as well as the rest of the party, after the night El closed the gate, and Max gratefully accepted the brotherly gesture. Usually the rest of the group would join them, but today it was just Max, standing alone and waiting for the boy who she had begun to see as her brother. She’d been waiting longer than she should have been, she realized, when she looked at her watch which read: 3:15. Steve was never late to pick her up, so this worried her just a little. It worried her more when he finally did pull up at 3:20 — ten minutes late meant something had to be wrong. She tossed her backpack and skateboard into the backseat before joining Steve in the front of the car. “Sorry I’m late I had to...” he trailed off and Max gave him a concerned look. “Had to what?” she asked and he shook his head slightly. “Never mind. You ready to go?” “Yeah, I’m ready.” They drove in silence for a few minutes before Max spoke again, “...You don’t look so good, you know.” “Well that’s a great thing to say to a guy. I feel so special!” He gave her a joking smile but the girl’s look of concern didn’t change. “No, I mean like, you look sick. Are you okay?” “I’m fine. Practice just went long today. Didn’t have time to shower after.” She gave him a slightly questioning look, but decided to let the subject go for now. They drove in silence again for some time, which was something else that didn’t seem quite right to Max. Steve wasn’t the most talkative person she knew — that was Dustin — but he was never this quiet. He usually at least had the radio on. She gave him occasional side glances and noticed that he was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white. Not to mention the sheen of sweat covering his face, which was much paler than it should have been, and his suspiciously controlled breathing. “...Are you sure you’re okay?” Max said eventually, “‘Cause you really don’t look good.” “Max, I told you; I’m fine,” he said with a sigh — which threw off his carefully controlled breathing pattern and brought with it a bought of nausea. He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and continued driving for another minute before abruptly pulling over to the side of the road and putting the car in park before throwing open the door and leaning out of the car to vomit. “Oh my god!” Max said, reaching over to place a hand on his upper back. This lasted for a couple minutes before Steve finally sat back in his seat, breathing heavily, with a soft groan of “Shit...” “...Do you want me to drive?” Max asked, her voice filled with concern. “No. I think that’ll just make it worse. ...And how many mail boxes did you take out last time?” He added with a pointed, if tired, look. “Just one!” “The answer should be zero. And we’re almost there — I’ll be okay at least long enough to get home.” “You sure?” “Yeah. Just... give me a minute.” ________________________ By the time they made it to the house, Max thought Steve might faint at any moment. He was even paler than before and his hands were shaking slightly as he turned off the ignition. “...Do you need help like... walking?” She wasn’t used to seeing her surrogate brother in such a vulnerable state and it made her feel a little awkward. Evidently he felt the same way as he tried to regain his composure, getting out of the car with a quiet groan. “No; I’ll be okay.” “You’re definitely not okay,” Max said as she got out of the car and grabbed her backpack from the backseat. “Just come on.” Steve jingled the keys and went up the walkway to his front door, Max following close behind him. Steve dropped his keys on the small table next to the front door and made his way over to the sofa, lying down — carefully so as not to make his nausea worse. “You’re not gonna keep trying to tell me you’re fine?” Max asked, dropping her backpack by the door and walking over to him. “You just saw me puke my guts out on the side of the road; would you really believe me if I said I was fine?” “Fair enough.” She stared at the miserable teenager for another few moments before leaving the room with an “I’ll be right back.” She returned nearly ten minutes later with a small trash can from the downstairs bathroom, a bottle of medicine she’d found in the bathroom medicine cabinet, a sleeve of saltines, and a can of 7Up which she’d found after rummaging through the kitchen for several minutes. “...What’s all this?” Steve asked, looking up at the girl with confusion when she placed the items on the coffee table in front of the couch — except for the trash can, which she put on the floor directly in front of him. “Well that’s for you to puke in so you don’t end up puking on me,” she replied, pointing to the trash can, “and the rest is to hopefully stop you from puking at all.” “Thanks, kid. ...Can you maybe stop saying the word ‘puke’ though?” “Yeah, sorry,” Max said as she sat down on the floor in front of the sofa. “How’d you know to get all this stuff, anyway?” “Believe it or not, I’ve actually gotten sick before. ...And this is what my dad always did for me when I was feeling like crap.” She looked away from the older teen then, and he knew he was in uncharted territory. Max had never talked about her father with him before, other than when she mentioned he was still in California. “...Sounds like he’s a good dad.” “Yeah... he is.” She sniffled and roughly wiped her eyes with her sleeve. Steve placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and she immediately leaned over, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder. They stayed like that for about a minute before Steve pushed her aside and quickly grabbed the trash can. “Shit...” he said with a soft groan when he’d finished retching. “Sorry.” “Don’t apologize. You didn’t puke on me, so we’re good. ...You should drink some of this, though,” Max said, offering the can of soda to the older teenager. “If you get too dehydrated I’m gonna have to take you to the hospital — and I know how you feel about my driving.” “Thanks,” he said, taking the drink and choosing to ignore what she’d said about her driving. He didn’t feel like having that argument again right now. “You wanna watch a movie or something?” Max asked after Steve had taken a couple sips of the soda and managed to keep it down. “Sure,” he said, slowly lying back down, “put on whatever you want. Videos are over there,” he added with a vague gesture to the cupboard next to the television set. Max rummaged through it for several minutes before deciding on “Poltergeist” and moving back over to her spot in front of the sofa. After fighting inter dimensional monsters, the thought of a poltergeist wasn’t as frightening as it once was, and the two couldn’t help but make comments that reflected this fact throughout the duration of the film. “Why would you set up a freaky clown doll to watch you while you sleep?” “All it did was stack some chairs. What, is gonna do the dishes next?” “El could do that.” “What kind of a mother is actually excited that her house is haunted?” “That’s supposed to be ectoplasm, right? So why is it red? Is it like, mixed with blood or something?” “So just don’t build a house on top of a graveyard? Max remind me of this movie if I ever tell you I want to build a house on top of a graveyard.” “Okay.” Near the end of the movie Steve dozed off, much to Max’s relief as she knew he must be exhausted. She got a blanket from the back to of the couch and draped it over him, careful not to wake him as she did so. She wondered if there would be anyone around to take care of him over the weekend, seeing as his parents were always gone, and briefly considered calling Hopper before deciding that seeing as she was already here, she may as well just stay the night. She dialed her home number, praying that her mother, and not Billy, would pick up. Steve stirred a little and noticed that Max had left her spot on the floor. He was anxious for a moment before he heard her voice from the kitchen. “I’m just going to spend the night at a friend’s house. Yeah, tonight and then probably most of tomorrow. I’ll call if you have to pick me up. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” She hung up the phone and made her way back to the living room. “Is Lucas coming to pick you up or something?” “...No. Why would he?” “You said you were staying at a friend’s house. I figured that meant Lucas.” “No,” Max said, sitting down on the floor again, “I’m staying here. With you. You’re the friend. I really don’t think you should be left alone like this — I don’t want you to choke on your own vomit or something.” Steve laughed slightly, surprised by the girl’s eagerness to help him. He would do anything to help her and any of the other kids — he’d proven that when he’d fought Billy and gone into the upside down with them — but he didn’t expect any of them to help him like this. “...You know you don’t have to take care of me. I promise I’ll live.” “I either have to stay here, or go home and deal with Billy. And I’d rather spend my time with someone who actually acts like a brother — even if I have to see you puke a few times.” Her eyes widened when she realized what she had said. She hadn’t told him that she saw him as a brother, afraid that he’d be uncomfortable. He just gave her a smile, a little surprised, but happy. “And I’d rather spend my time with someone who acts like a sister.” Max relaxed a little and returned Steve’s smile before turning and resting her back against the couch, comforted by the fact that he saw her as a younger sister just as she saw him as a brother. The rest of the evening was spent watching movies as Steve drifted in and out of sleep, or was occasionally forced to eat saltines or drink something by Max with a worried-masked-by-irritation “It’s for your own good.” At one point Max’s walkie-talkie (given to her by Lucas) crackled loudly with Dustin’s voice coming through, “Max? Max, come in. Max!” “Shit!” Max whispered harshly to herself as she glanced at the sleeping teenager who had begun to stir slightly at the sound of the walkie-talkie. “Max, come in!” Dustin’s voice came through again, louder than before. She quickly stood up and grabbed her backpack, running to another room before she took out the device. “What?!” she whispered into the receiver. “We’re going to the arcade. Can you and Steve meet us there?” “No.” “What? Why not?” “‘Cause Steve’s really sick. He threw up like three times since he picked me up and he’s sleeping on the couch right now. —You almost woke him up, by the way.” “...Shit,” the boy sounded worried now, “Do you want us to come over? Does he need help?” “No, I think having everyone here would just stress him out, and I’m gonna stay here tonight in case he needs help.” “Are you sure? ‘Cause we could call Mrs. Byers or Hopper and—“ “—We’ll be fine. Just go to the arcade — and if you beat my high score on Dig Dug I will kill you.” “Challenge accepted.” “I hate you.” “Well I think you’re great.” Max rolled her eyes, “Tell Lucas to call me later, okay?” “Yeah. And if you guys need any help—“ “—I’ll let you know. Don’t worry.” “Good. Take care of him, okay?” “He’s gonna be fine. I gotta go, okay?” “Okay.” “Over and out.” “Over and out.” She sighed and returned the device to her backpack before making her way back to the living room. She settled herself back on her spot in front of the couch and felt a tired hand ruffle her hair. “Thanks...” Steve muttered, and Max couldn’t help but smile. “Any time.” “...You’re a good sister.” “...You’re a good brother, too.” Max knew the boy was more than half asleep and definitely not coherent, which meant he probably wouldn’t remember this when he got better, but that didn’t matter. Steve thought of her as a sister, and for the first time since she’d moved to Hawkins, she felt at home.

http://www.anaoosting.nl/Tomopteris-Micans

For the ArtScience exhibition ‘Unexpected Smells’ at the Electriciteitsfabriek in Den Haag, May 2019. Kinetic folded sculpture that the visitor could explore with headlight, making the reflective patterns visible.

( Materials; Tyvek, Oralite 5600 (possible per Antalis), imants de neodimi (possibilitzats per Magnete), canonada de coure (possible per Wenzel), muntatge per compressió (fet possible per Bonfix), Arduino, canonada Aliminium, cadena, fil de peix, plaques metàl·liques, rodaments de boles, cable metàl·lic.)

http://www.anaoosting.nl/Tomopteris-Magna

https://2019.manifestations.nl/en/programma/

https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/tessellation/

Tomopteris (paraula neollatina d'origen grec que significa «un tall» + «ala», però presa com a «aleta»)[1] és un gènere de poliquets planctònics marins. Totes les espècies descrites són conegudes com a holopelàgiques, el que significa que passen els seus cicles de vida a la columna d'aigua.[2]

Edmund Newton Harvey havia notat la bioluminescència groga inusual que produïen els parapodis.[3] Hi ha molt pocs animals marins coneguts que exhibeixen luminescència groga.[4][5] Moltes espècies de plàncton són conegudes per mostrar aquesta propietat de bioluminiscencia.[6] Els mecanismes d'aquest procés no són ben entesos; només se sap que no utilitzen cap de les luciferines conegudes actualment. Si es molesta, se sap que algunes espècies alliberen partícules bioluminiscents dels seus parapodis, tot i que possiblement totes les espècies de Tomopteris ho facin. Es pensa amb això es pot distreure als depredadors, anàlegs als chaff que dispensen d'avions militars durant maniobres evasives.

En general, creixen a només uns pocs centímetres de longitud total (de 20 a 40 mil·límetres de longitud total), tot i que probablement reflecteixi la mida dels que són susceptibles de ser capturats en xarxes d'arrossegament.[7]

https://ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomopteris

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomopteris

https://objecteiespai.tumblr.com/post/188125958184/oc%C3%A9anos-criaturas-de-la-luz

Ernst Haeckel’s Radiolaria (1862)

According to Wikipedia Radiolaria are “protozoa of (diameter 0.1–0.2 mm) that produce intricate mineral skeletons, typically with a central capsule dividing the cell into the inner and outer portions of endoplasm and ectoplasm. They are found as zooplankton throughout the ocean, and their skeletal remains make up a large part of the cover of the ocean floor as siliceous ooze.” In 1862 the German biologist, philosopher and artist Ernst Haeckel published an image laden monograph on these microscopic organisms, turning his eye and exquisite line to their intricate and varied forms.

For more on Haeckel check out our article “Ernst Haeckel and the Unity of Culture” by Dr Mario A. Di Gregorio, on Haeckel’s theory of “monism” which lies behind the mesmerising illustrations of his Kunstformen Der Natur.

https://publicdomainreview.org/collections/ernst-haeckels-radiolaria-1862/

ORIGAMI

https://www.bernotat.eu/portfolio-item/glow-in-the-dark-lights-radiolaria/

https://www.museum-folkwang.de/de/aktuelles/ausstellungen/ausblick/das-beseelte-ding.html

ana oosting

For the ArtScience exhibition ‘Unexpected Smells’ at the Electriciteitsfabriek in Den Haag, May 2019. Kinetic folded sculpture that the visitor could explore with headlight, making the reflective patterns visible. Materials; Tyvek, Oralite 5600 (made possible by Antalis), neodymium magnets (made possible by Magnete), copper pipe (made possible by Wenzel), compression fitting (made possible by Bonfix), Arduino, Aliminium pipe, chain, fishwire, metal plates, ball bearings, metal cable.

( Materials; Tyvek, Oralite 5600 (possible per Antalis), imants de neodimi (possibilitzats per Magnete), canonada de coure (possible per Wenzel), muntatge per compressió (fet possible per Bonfix), Arduino, canonada Aliminium, cadena, fil de peix, plaques metàl·liques, rodaments de boles, cable metàl·lic.)

https://www.instagram.com/p/B0qlFWFI1It/

http://www.anaoosting.nl/Tomopteris-Micans

http://www.anaoosting.nl/Tomopteris-Magna

https://2019.manifestations.nl/en/programma/

https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/tessellation/

Tomopteris (paraula neollatina d'origen grec que significa «un tall» + «ala», però presa com a «aleta»)[1] és un gènere de poliquets planctònics marins. Totes les espècies descrites són conegudes com a holopelàgiques, el que significa que passen els seus cicles de vida a la columna d'aigua.[2]

Edmund Newton Harvey havia notat la bioluminescència groga inusual que produïen els parapodis.[3] Hi ha molt pocs animals marins coneguts que exhibeixen luminescència groga.[4][5] Moltes espècies de plàncton són conegudes per mostrar aquesta propietat de bioluminiscencia.[6] Els mecanismes d'aquest procés no són ben entesos; només se sap que no utilitzen cap de les luciferines conegudes actualment. Si es molesta, se sap que algunes espècies alliberen partícules bioluminiscents dels seus parapodis, tot i que possiblement totes les espècies de Tomopteris ho facin. Es pensa amb això es pot distreure als depredadors, anàlegs als chaff que dispensen d'avions militars durant maniobres evasives.

En general, creixen a només uns pocs centímetres de longitud total (de 20 a 40 mil·límetres de longitud total), tot i que probablement reflecteixi la mida dels que són susceptibles de ser capturats en xarxes d'arrossegament.[7]

https://ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomopteris

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomopteris

https://www.ddw.nl/en/programme/1384/manifestations-superpowers

RADOLÀRIA # 1 - FRAGMENTS DE LA NATURA

Lilian van Daal presenta el projecte de biomimicria més nou: Radiolaria # 1. Radiolaria # 1 és un model o cadira impresos 3D de mida real feta d’un material únic que incorpora totes les funcionalitats: flexibilitat, adaptabilitat, fermesa i estabilitat. Amb Radiolaria # 1, Lilian van Daal continua buscant per millorar, ajustar i innovar la producció d’aforaments suaus fent ús de les lleis de la natura. En aquest disseny del projecte, la natura i la tecnologia més nova s’uneixen per utilitzar energia i material de la manera més eficient. Aquest resultat és una cadira construïda sense lliscar d’un material únic: poliamida reciclada (PA 12), proporcionada per la impressió 3D Oceanz . ..

https://www.lilianvandaal.com/radiolaria

https://ideaimateria.tumblr.com/post/188676738534/objecteiespai-objecteiespai

Ernst Haeckel’s Radiolaria (1862)

According to Wikipedia Radiolaria are “protozoa of (diameter 0.1–0.2 mm) that produce intricate mineral skeletons, typically with a central capsule dividing the cell into the inner and outer portions of endoplasm and ectoplasm. They are found as zooplankton throughout the ocean, and their skeletal remains make up a large part of the cover of the ocean floor as siliceous ooze.” In 1862 the German biologist, philosopher and artist Ernst Haeckel published an image laden monograph on these microscopic organisms, turning his eye and exquisite line to their intricate and varied forms.

For more on Haeckel check out our article “Ernst Haeckel and the Unity of Culture” by Dr Mario A. Di Gregorio, on Haeckel’s theory of “monism” which lies behind the mesmerising illustrations of his Kunstformen Der Natur.

https://publicdomainreview.org/collections/ernst-haeckels-radiolaria-1862/

https://vimeo.com/search?q=Ernst+Haeckel%E2%80%99s+

https://www.bernotat.eu/portfolio-item/radiolaria-glow-in-the-dark-lights-installation/

a quiet moment in the byers living room interrupted by el bursting through the wall covered in ectoplasm going OH YEAHHH like the kool aid man