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Interacting with Entities
The Justice Leagues main meeting room wasn’t usually this crowded, with both the entire Flash, Bat, Super, and Arrow families in attendance. Though to be fair, Red Robin didn’t usually send out a message on mass that told them he had information that changed the fundamentals of life and death.
Tim was typing at the main computer, ignoring or not hearing the whispers of everyone around him as he opened what seemed to be a very disturbing image. It showed a little girl, no older than ten, with red hair and off-color green-white skin in what seemed to be a lab. She was leaning against an operating table, sobbing. On the operating table was a toddler, who couldn’t be older than three.
He’d been dissected. He was pinned open like a frog in a high school science class, and the only thing in his small body were his ribs. His other organs were in jars surrounding him, his heart above his head. His eyes had been removed as well, placed in separate jars on each side of his heart.
The room fell deathly silent as they took in the image. Tim turned around, tired and grim, and spoke. “Who you are looking at is Jazz and Danny Fenton from Ohio. Jazz is possible a different species, and Danny is a clone she created. The reason she knew how to do this and succeeded is because of her hyper intelligence and from watching her parents, who are scientists.”
Tim turned around again and clicked a button. “And as you can see, their very unethical ones.” The video began playing, projecting the girls deep, heart-wrenching sobs. You could hear how much she loved him, how many good memories she had with him. She choked, sniffling and whimpering in a soft, broken tone, “I–*hic* I….. I j-just didn’t wa-waaant *hic* to be alone any*hic*more….”
Behind her, something began to form.
It made the video distort, but it was clearly a person fading into existence. It looked like someone swirling something in reverse. The video cleared up and floating where the vortex had been was an old man, with icy blue skin and red eyes. He had long, white hair and wore a cloak that hid the rest of his body.
He placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke in a soft tone, “You are a child.” Jazzs sobs didn’t stop, but they slowed as he continued. “You are a scared, abused, neglected, horribly alone child. The only thing you wanted was to be loved, to have something to love. This was not your fault. This was a failure of the system, not you.”
Jazz had stopped crying, and for a moment they were silent, staring at the body in front of them. The man spoke again, but softer. “There is a way to bring him back, you know.” Jazzs head wiped around so fast many worried of whiplash. But the camera now has a clear view of her face, and her bright red eyes.
“How?” She said, gripping the man’s cloak, “no riddles, no cryptic messages, please Clockwork, please, just tell me how to bring him back.” He smiled softly and patted her head. “It will be a long journey, and difficult in ways unimaginable, and you must do it alone. But I believe you will be able to succeed.”
Clockwork began floating about the lab, picking out random things such as syringes filled with strange brightly-colored liquids and futuristic looking weapons as he spoke. “What is an Entity, Jasmine?”
Jazz watched him, confused, but answered. “It’s when the personification of a concept, like Lady Justice, or a natural unchangeable occurrence, like life and death or the four seasons, gains sentience and comes together to form a corporeal, human-like form.”
“It happens when these concepts or occurrences gain enough power,” she continued, “and then every part of them comes together to form a singular whole. Like how every religious belief formed Lady Death, or how everyone’s opinion on a season effects how they act and express themselves.”
“Very good.” Clockwork said, the objects he picked up floating around him in a circle when he let them go. “Deep in the Hindu Kush Mountains, in a place called Nada Parbat, there is an Entity trapped. Her name is ɭ̷͕̈́ค̴̡̞̮̱̩͓̝̅̈́͗͆̋̆̋̈́̉̿̓̕͠ᘔ̴̨̢̖͔͖͚͙̗̚ͅค̵͈͍̞͚̄̐̃̔̌̋͜ͅг̶̣̙̰̣͔̖̰̱̝͔͍̘͂͆̄̈́̆̍͑͒͛̃̚ͅย̶͇̥̜͈͚̼͉̈́̈̓̒͊͗̍͋̄̆̕͠ร̷̪̃̈́͒̒̿͠͝.” The Justice League was torn from their intense focus of the video to the sudden pain in their ears, the wave of nausea that washed over them, the dizziness and confusion. Whatever language that was it wasn’t meant for human ears.
In the video, Jazz didn’t seem effected, and even understood what he was saying. She muttered the word, over and over again, before she said, “Lazarus? I’ve never heard of that before. What’s she made out of?” Clockwork floated back towards her and continued to explain. “Her true name is Lady Life. She is the oldest, the truest, spread among and deeply connected to every part of this universe. From the smallest ant to the largest planet, she is Life in its purest form.”
“Is she older than you?” Jazz asked, tilting her head and grabbing every syringe she could reach, placing them on a different table than the one Danny was on and organizing them by size and color. Clockwork laughed. “Far, far older. She existed before Lady Death did, in a sort of ‘chicken and egg’ scenario.”
“I tell you this,” Clockwork started, handing Jazz several of the weapons before continuing, “because for the past few centuries, Lady Life’s powers have been severely abused by people who are not worthy of them. And those subjected to her power against their will are going about treating the side effects incredibly wrong.”
“What are the rules for interacting with an Entity?” “Do not take, do not lie, do not steal.” Jazz replied, “Ask, explain, thank. And good will follow.” Clockwork smiled. “Very good. And what is the rule for when bringing an Entity into the body?” “Do not bathe, for it washes away.” Jazz again replied. “Do not inject, for it pierces skin. Consume, for eating is only done willingly and happily.”
“Now, a series of questions.” Clockwork said, “When bringing an Entity into the body, what happens when you attempt to lock it away?” “It will attempt to lock you away.” “And when you ties to fight it?” “It will try to fight you.” “And when you try to control it?” “It will attempt to control you.”
Jazz finished her sorting and turned to look at Clockwork. “The best way to bring an Entity into your body is to accept it, respect it, and love it, and it will give you the same in return.” They stared at each other silently for a couple minutes, not blinking or breathing.
“I have to bring Lady Life into Danny.” Jazz finally spoke. Clockwork nodded. “But how?” Jazz look to the operating table for a moment, before turning back to Clockwork. “He can’t eat anything….” Clockwork moved to the side, blocking her view of the table. “Remember, Jasmine; ask, explain, thank. Like everyone, Lady Life has many sides. While yes, she can be endlessly cruel, but also deeply loving and compassionate. It all depends on how you treat her.”
Jazz thought for a moment. “So, if I free Lady Life—because that’s what you want me to do, right?” At Clockworks nod she continued, “Right. So, if I free her, and I treat her really nicely and I ask nicely, she’ll bring Danny back?” Clockwork said yes, and Jazz fell silent again. “How do I do it?” She said, her red eyes alight with determination. Clockwork held out his hand, and when she took it—
Both them and Danny were gone
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vladdyissues · 2 months
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Not gonna lie, I think they'd be a super cute couple
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elictriclightorchestra · 11 months
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previously unseen and unreleased performance video of steely dan performing show biz kids on the midnight special, on august 31st 1973.
original source for video; https://youtu.be/E2JWtuBLelw
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revrads · 1 year
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I had a dream where there’s a FAITH live action Netflix series produced and going to be released on 2025 and it has Hamish Linklater as John Ward and Samantha Sloyan as Amy Martin, then I woke up
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juneviews · 1 month
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I'm not gonna lie to you, I have enjoyed the 14 shows I've watched in the three months since 2024 started more than the 70+ from 2023 lol
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garak · 3 months
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so perfect. such a satisfying listen
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jazzdailyblog · 3 months
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The Timeless Artistry of Dexter Gordon: A Jazz Icon
Introduction: Dexter Gordon, an influential figure in the world of jazz, left an indelible mark on the genre with his distinctive sound and unparalleled improvisational skills. Born one hundred and one years ago today on February 27, 1923, in Los Angeles, California, Gordon began playing the clarinet at the age of 13 before switching to the saxophone. His career spanned over five decades, during…
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midnight-moth · 3 months
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heyyyy omg if you would like to elaborate more on the phantom hc
its beautiful 🥹
Strolls into your house and fans out my literature on your coffee table, and then sits cross legged on the floor…
I’m glad you asked. Okay I’ll be honest I was trying to take a nap cause I’m really tired. Buttttt I did say a whole lot about my HC in this post, and this fic (SFW) and this fic (lots of HC but also ends in lots of smut, NSFW). I also wrote something where he basically electrocutes Swiss but I can't find it cause my blog is a mess apparently.
In edition to that, I think he has very poor control over his quintessence due to it being supressed, so he is kind of like faulty wiring and you never know when you'll get a shock. It also kind of oozes out everywhere. Which is why when I draw him here and here and here, it is seeping out from his eyes and his scars.
I swear I didn't just leave you with homework, you don't have to read that stuff! I am just too eepy to retype it. I will resume nap and would love to discuss further if you have any questions or ideas!
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charlottan · 11 months
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jauxro · 4 months
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artdecoandmodernist · 10 months
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Alberto Fabio (Fabius) Lorenzi (Italian, 1880–1969), Minuit... Place Pigalle. Le Sourire, 25 Décembre 1930.
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iamlisteningto · 6 months
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A Tribe Called Quest’s Midnight Marauders
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speakspeak · 1 year
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Round About Midnight
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elictriclightorchestra · 10 months
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big month for steely dan fans!!! more unseen concert footage from the august 31st 1973 midnight special show has been posted :0 this time of reelin in the years
available on the midnight special youtube channel. all credits to them: https://youtu.be/5b6fPnBtUqw
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Tuggerlurina Week Day 6: Anything with kittens
I wrote a little thing, once again it's all Warsaw so i'm using their Polish names. Tam is Tugger and other cats mentioned, in order of appearence, are : Skimble, Munk, Misto, Jelly, Victoria, Quaxo, Tumble and two Warsaw og kittens
@jelliclekay Hope you enjoy!
Bombalurina was looking for Tam, but to no avail. She knew he was somewhere in the studio, she even knew when exactly he came back thanks to Semaforro, but not where he was now. Finally, she decided to seek Myszołap, as the protector and also his brother, he of all cats should know where Tam was. She found him on a pile of boxes, talking with Mefistofeliks and Galaretka.
"He's spending time with his fan club" Feliks smiled at her.
"He's babysitting" Myszołap explained and pointed her to a particularly sunny corner of the yard. Surprise must have shown on her face because he continued with a shrug: "He didn't want to help us clean up after last night's storm, so he got to entertain the little ones as we cleaned". He smiled and his companions laughed a little.
Bombalurina thanked him and walked in the direction he gave her. She expected to hear the usual kitten squeals and shouts, but there was silence, only noises coming from where she came from and a distant buzz of traffic. Finally, she reached an old bench standing next to a wall and seeing Tam's long tail hanging from it, she jumped on it. She wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted her.
"Don't you dare say anything" Tam mumbled as he laid on the bench under a colourful pile of the clan's kittens, all of them soundly asleep. Bomba could see little Wiktoria curled up on his shoulders, Dyzio and other gray and yellow kittens clinging to his side. Klaps impressed her the most as he laid spread out over Tam's back, his tail falling on the triplets who wedged themselves between Tam and the bench's back.
"I wasn't about to" she smiled, laying down herself and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "It's a wonder they find your back comfortable. How did you even get them to lay down?"
"Using my good looks and charm" Tam smiled and returned her kiss, just before getting hit by Klaps' flailing paw. He briefly glared backed at the kitten, now even more spread out on his back. "Why, do you want to join us?" he smiled at her again.
"Maybe I do" she smiled back, nuzzled his cheek and pressed herself to him as much as the mass of kittens allowed her to. It was nice, laying together in the sun, heat and kittens' slow breaths slowly lulling her to sleep.
Until she felt something warm and heavy settle on her back and side. She opened her eyes to see Mamrotka and Sierściuch, now using her as a pillow. How they got there from the rest of the pile without making a big ruckus she couldn't fathom. She could feel Tam grin without looking at him.
"Don't you dare say anything" she whispered, which made his grin even wider.
"Welcome to the club sweetheart" he kissed her cheek. She rolled her eyes as she settled back for a nap. It was a good nap, at least before they got woken up by a swarm of now rested kittens running off to cause mischief or whatever else they did.
"Does it always end like this?" Bomba grumbled, still half asleep.
"Yeah, unless it's only Wikuś, she just lights herself away" Tam mumbled in response, before reaching for her and pulling her closer. She had no idea what he meant, but it didn't matter now. Hopefully no one would interrupt their nap now.
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goobygoobguy · 6 months
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hello :)
⋆ my name is max but people online call me gooby guy which makes me giggle
⋆ i consider myself a professional funny guy (not really i'm not all that funny)
⋆ feel free to dm me because i'm not a very busy guy and i'll most likely respond
anyway here's some stuff idk:
⋆ favourite books:
perks of being a wallflower
- stephen chbosky
call me by your name
- andré aciman
solitaire
- alice oseman
they both die at the end
- adam silvera
defending jacob
- william landay
⋆ favourite movies:
the perks of being a wallflower
directed by stephen chbosky
a man called otto
directed by marc forster
arrival
directed by denis villeneuve
the amazing spider-man
directed by marc webb
scott pilgrim vs the world
directed by edgar wright
⋆ favourite shows:
boy meets world
created by michael jacobs and april kelly
fleabag
created by phoebe waller-bridge
new girl
created by elizabeth meriwether
it’s always sunny in philadelphia
created by rob mcelhenney
midnight gospel
created by duncan trussell and pendleton ward
bonus info/interests!!!
⋆ i on occasion play guitar like a manly man though one could not say i am any more than mediocre
⋆ ardent goya enjoyer
⋆ spider-man enthusiast
⋆ 1920-50's iazz and blues are my most beloved genres of music
⋆ apparently i am an INFP although i'm not quite sure what that means
⋆ i drink so much iced tea it's a problem (earl grey is my favourite)
⋆ my personal clothing style mainly consists of grandpa-core and like earth toned grungey whatever skater poser goodwill
⋆ i have two scott pilgrim vs the world posters, a sex bob-omb t-shirt and all of the graphic novels!!!
bonus controversial opinions of mine >:)
⋆ i'm more for body neutrality than body positivity
⋆ i am a satanist (spooky name for something not spooky at all)
⋆ public buses are fantastic
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