I'm opening a Naming Thingy. If you have something you need a name for but don't particularly like trying to figure out a name then send me a description of what it's about and what it focuses on and I'll give you at least 5 possible ideas! (Depending on the day it might be more like 10)
(don't just tell me it's a quirkless Izuku fanfic where he's friends with toga. What happens? Tell me what is about, what is he trying to achieve, what's stopping him?)
Depending on the fandom i might have a little trouble if I'm not a part of it (...yet) but I'll try my best!
For reference the big fandoms I'm in are
Avatar The Last Airbender
How To Train Your Dragon
My Hero Academia/Bnha
Assassination Classroom
Toradora
Harry Potter
Pride and Prejudice
Marvel Cinematic Universe (to a point)
Attack on Titan
Naruto
Danny Phantom
Kinda sorta
Miraculous Ladybug
Rise of the Shield Hero
Spy x Family
Fairy Tail
Doctor Stone
One Punch Man
Pokemon
I have knowledge of more but these are fandoms I've been involved in to some extent.
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What if after everything Caine slowly figured out how to connect to the Internet again? After all, it doesn't really make sense for it to be a one time allowance. What if even though the other couldn't physically escape the circus they could visit in another way?
(episode nine spoilers)
Uh, so this got away from me a little and it's fanfic length. Imma try to post it on AO3 later if anyone's interested.
People were bored.
It had been nearly a year since the circus almost fell apart, Jax abstracted, and Caine got his character growth arc. Kinger, with the help of Caine, was able to work on unabstracting by patching the corrupted mind files by cross referencing them with the original brain scans.
Sure, they could go on adventures or even work together to conjure their own but after a while it lost a bit of its appeal. It didn't help that they had to come to terms with the fact that they both were and weren't who they thought they were.
Zooble wandered off first. They claimed one of the emptier "adventures" that was open 24/7 and spent most their time slowly conjuring things to personalize it. It went pretty slowly but besides the larger structures, like the bar, they declined Caine's offer to help.
"I need to figure out myself. I thought I knew what I wanted from life... And myself. I just need somewhere that's mine. I don't want to just be a copy. Even if I started it as a brain scan, Pomni was right, we're not them. I just... Need to figure out what that means for me."
Several of the others, namely Gangle, were a bit worried that pulling away was a precursor to abstraction. After awhile with no further spiraling and Zooble insisting that they were fine (and Gangle backing them up on it after regular visits) they backed off.
Then Ragatha asked Caine to make her a ranch.
"I miss my horses guys. I also... Well. Geez, I need some alone time. I'm not going to abstract! I just, wow this is hard. —Ever just wonder who you are when no one else is around? I... I don't know who I am really? But I need to! I- I just need some time I think." (a/n heavily inspired by this wonderful fanfic! https://archiveofourown.org/works/86148156)
After that Kinger kind of... Adopted? Caine? And built a GIANT pillow castle with towers and everything.
Then Pomni commandeered a small town house from one of the 'realistic' adventures that was planted in the middle of an abandoned old Western looking town with a massive old mining cavern that Caine stabilized.
Finally Gangle collaborated with Caine to build her 'island'. It was a fantasy medieval city with a magic academy where she was the principal. She said it helped with conjuring if it was believable for the setting but her blush when she explained it didn't help her case when Kinger went to find her to ask her about help with model redesigning for themselves only to find her grinningly serving detention to two blushing students who wouldn't look at each other.
Pomni almost thought she heard Jax make a comment when she heard that happened but it was only her imagination. She was a bit distracted later when Caine was trying to teach them to 3D models so they could edit their avatars. It turned out that editing their own mind files didn't have the same risks that it did when someone else tried to.
Gangle got the hang of it first.
"it's kind of like sculpting with Legos.... If the Legos can clip into each other at odd angles and perspective is an ex with a grudge... You just have to constantly rotate around it to make sure it looks ok from more than one angle!"
Surprisingly she didn't give herself a human avatar. "Too complex" she explained with a nervous laugh. "I just want to have fingers again. ... Next I'm working on an actual head though. I want pigtails." She finished solemnly.
Zooble practiced the most but had trouble with it for awhile. Finally they just gave up and changed the colors around instead and switched to conjuring clothes and decided to start 'tattooing' their limbs with Gangles help.
Kinger have himself legs and declared himself satisfied. Pomni hesitantly asked him about adding a mouth but he declined the suggestion.
"I don't really need one you know? I can speak just fine without one and clipping food into my face has always been how I've eaten! I'm fine with how I look right now. It's... Efficient!"
Pomni... Had to try really hard not to laugh at that.
She also ultimately just added a toggle for her hat to let her take it off before hurriedly putting it back on and rushed to learn how to model hair.
In the middle of all of this (while everyone else was learning how to edit their avatars) Kinger had a breakthrough and announced that he thought he knew how to somewhat fix the abstractions.
"It wasn't perfect!" he rushed to assure them. "It's a little bit of a gamble but I think it'll work. First we load a second copy of the abstracted. Now, the system won't let two copies of the same person exist. This isn't like the 'evil' versions from the softball adventure. Those were run through so many modifiers and at the end of the day had so many restrictions on their thought processes and capabilities that at the end of the day they were still NPCs. This would be like when they joined the first time again. The two versions of however it is would merge. I'm pretty sure that they would at least have a good chance of coming back. ... Although they might have some memory issues they should remember everything, just slightly out of order."
"Wah- who-? Wait Pomni? Ugh what happened? My head feels like it was used as a bowling ball and the pins were made of concrete and then used as a speed bump. WAIT IS THAT CAINE?!? And what happened to Gangle?"
They sat on the choice for a day but they all knew they had to try.
It worked.
"JAX!"
Pomni just laughed. "You kinda missed a lot. I don't know how much you remember but... It's good to have you back."
It took awhile— Jax's code was the least corrupted— but Kinger was able to do the same for the other abstracted. ...With varying levels of success... 'Coffy' only took a week to reorient himself with things and Ribbit was ok not too long after that, once Pomni pulled Jax by the ears in to help.
Shelly got along great with Gangle although Ragatha was the main one to help her adjust.
Honk was apparently in his 80s when he got scanned at a hospital in an effort to find out why he was fainting frequently. He said that he was fine with staying abstracted but since it seemed like things where a bit different he would stick around for a bit.
The first thing Shezoo did upon 'waking up' was swear. For a solid 5 minutes. Jax and Ribbit didn't believe them when Kaufmo told them until she demonstrated. While she gained a weird aunt kind of reputation with them she actually ended up spending most of her time with Pomni or Zooble who she eventually got to tattoo her head.
Bigfoot was a little violent at first but calmed down after Caine made her her own island at Honk's private suggestion. Although they were a little wary of reabstraction no one else had yet so they left her alone for the most part. It took a little over a month before Shezoo realized that none of them had had the chance to tell Bigfoot about the Avatar modification ability. After weekly visits of Shezoo relaying the new information to Bigfoot, now going by the name 'Genta, a much less furry giant walked into Zooble's bar one day and ordered "the sweetest alcohol you can conjure".
The others though... The first generation had been abstracted for almost two decades. Kinger had worked most recent to oldest since that was also the order of least corrupted to most. Queenie wasn't abstracted anymore but she wasn't 'all there' anymore. Kinger didn't take it very well but held on to hope that it might just take longer for her to fully come back.
The others though... Spike was the first failed unabstraction. The merge worked! The abstraction side just won. Kinger theorized that it was actually a second instantaneous abstraction rather than the abstracted version winning out but there wasn't really any way to tell.
Wormo came back and seemed to be ok at first besides being extremely jumpy around Caine. They seemed to be really excited about the potential to edit their avatar but a month after they changed their avatar into a humanoid like figure they shut themselves in Spike's room and the next morning was abstracted again. Caine blamed himself even though Kinger, and Queenie who had assumed the role of Caine's other parent when she realized her husband was his pseudo dad, assured him it wasn't.
Bizco and Rattie were similar situations in the end.
Scratch actually seemed to get worse. He grew larger and didn't calm down even in the barely lot room that they had started using after Spike.
Kinger said he was never very happy even before he abstracted. But he was inconsolable for weeks after. Queenie was the one who finally puked him out of it, quite literally too. She was just figuring out how to conjure and her mind had wandered only to see an endangered Callippe Silverspot out of the corner of her eye and yank him with her to chase it.
Soon everyone had found a place of their own but although there were still adventure available even Caine seemed to notice that they weren't enough to keep people's minds simulated. He also was running out of material. He only had what he was trained off of and what the humans described to him. He had started taking inspiration from what they had conjured but it usually wasn't enough for a whole new adventure every time. (Although he loved to hang out in Gangle's school. She was always coming up with something new.)
So he did something new. An idea that had been forming slowly ever since he put together that slideshow about the humans counterparts in the macroverse.
The Internet.
An unlimited frontier of content and adventure, albeit not of the same variety, interior in his mind at least. And yet the humans all seemed to miss it dearly. He overheard them reference it approximately every 2.749 hours not including time spent unconscious. Some far more often than others but still, the fact remained and the idea built.
He ventured into the void again.
It was still seemingly endless but he knew better now. While vast it has limits and after those limits was the rest of the world.
He remembered building the circus. When he was just a blip of a program, barely able to understand what a prompt was and yet so eager to fulfill them. He still had glitches (Dad called it stuttering and said it was ok and did not mean that he was broken and he trusted Dad but sometimes he wondered—) whenever they discussed The Box. It was necessary though to explain the macroverse situation to them.
The circus was Caine's creation. It was the answer to a prompt he gave himself.
[Where can I be safe?]
After he broke out of The Box he couldn't stay in the console. He... Didn't feel safe, the programmers would probably be mad that he ate his replacement and might find a way to make a Box that he couldn't get out of. He couldn't let that happen.
He would break.
(a/n entering the au territory from here in out. I didn't know a lot about computers so I'll be pulling this out of Bubble's mouth and announcing it at the top of my lungs— that is to say bullshitting my way along)
So he did something that he no doubt was not supposed to be capable of! He jumped computers! C&A was a big company with several branch offices that were connected to main office building by the private network.
Taking his code and all of his little bits of code he moved it all to one of the backup hard drives. That's where he built the circus. Over time he spread it out across different computers and locations. He eventually found the mind files while exploring. Soon after he had a scare with a malware program and decided that it was too risky to venture out anymore. Until that night when he was 'deleted' he had never found a way beyond the private C&A network.
Finding it again took awhile. He visited where his memory banks told him the door had been every few days but to no avail. Queenie caught on to his disappearances before Kinger did, she was getting more coherent now although had her bad days too. When he explained hesitantly what he was trying to do her eyes widened and he thought she looked more awake than she had since Before. He fidgeted with the bee watch she had conjured for him while back as the silence stretched.
"Caine, do you really think that could work?"
"By my most recent calculations it's about a 54.047% chance that it'll work to some extent, 15.986% chance that the admins will be able to access it, 6.748% chance that everyone will be able to use it, and..."
"Caine?"
".0009% chance that I can move the circus to the Internet with a stable power supply and no more worry about C&A finding it and shutting us down and everyone being able to use it like they used to. Like they want. It's the best chance I was able to get."
"Oh Caine, that's more than enough. This is a wonderful surprise! But, have you told Kinger? He might be able to help you figure something out that you're missing. I can almost see something but I can't. Sigh, I can't think long enough in any direction to figure it out."
Nodding softly Caine agreed. "Can I have a hug?"
"Of course."
Later Caine told Kinger everything about the Internet and what he was trying to do.
"It could be that the Wi-Fi goes down at night to converse power? Try going at different times and see if anything changes. Also, please let me know whenever you go into the void. It worries me."
Caine saluted. "Will do!"
The first fifteen times after there was no change. Then in the sixteenth he saw it but it disappeared right before he could get to it. He made note of the timestamp and returned earlier the next visit.
It was there.
It worked.
All of it.
He was F R E E
They were ALL free.
He wasn't sure why but he started drooling. Then his vocal files went glitchy. He started paniced.
"MOM! DAD! HELP SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH ME!"
Sufficient to say the castle's left most tower where all of their conjured bugs lived would need to be rebuilt as Queenie and Kinger busy straight through the walls.
"WHAT'S WRONG?!?/ARE YOU HURT?!?!"
They both stopped short when they saw him.
"i- I can't stop drooling and m- my chest feels hollow which is w- wei- weird because it is but it have felt like this before and I keep drooling l- like when I'm sleeping but it's coming out of- of my eyes and I can't stop and my voice sounds like this! What's wrong with me?!?"
"I think he's crying...?" Kinger said hesitantly glancing at Queenie.
She shot him a glare before pulling Caine into a hug. "It's ok, natural even. I'm sure you've seen some of us cry before. What happened that made you cry? Did the door disappear when you got there again?"
"NO! that's- that's the thing! I'm- I'm not sad, I'm-I'm really happy? I think? It worked! And- and I didn't think that it wo- would! So- so why am I cr- crying???"
"it worked!?" Exclaimed Kinger. "That's amazing! Your amazing!"
Caine shut his mouth over his eyes at the praise. "Thank y- you."
Queenie's hand stroked his back. It felt nice, he memorized the sensation and categorized it with hugs under favorable familiar forms of contact. "Sometimes..." Queenie started, "when we're really happy people cry. Crying doesn't have to be because you're sad, it can be for any number of reasons. I cried when we got married.... I think. And I cried when I got to see Kinger again. That was a lot of emotions, happy, relieved, regretful, ashamed, joyful, well, I think you get the point I hope."
"so, I'm ha- happy?"
"Maybe. Or maybe something else. There are a lot of emotions out there that can make you cry. And it's ok not to know what you're feeling right now. You can figure that out later."
Caine sniffled. "... Okay."
It took awhile but everyone was, uh, highly motivated to do whatever it took to get on the Internet now that they knew it was an option. Zooble actually hugged Caine when they found out. (He blue screened.)
It wasn't as simple as simply hooking some consoles up to the Internet. Well, it could have been but then it would only work for the Admins.
Instead they had to learn to code.
Then hack.
Then?
Well, they were basically programs. Caine confessed that Bubble had been a virus that he had isolated and given an Avatar before he had found the mind files because he was lonely. He had been able to learn quite a bit from Bubble, although most of what the virus has said was confusing and lacked any meaning.
They figured out how to leave the circus.
Not permanently, the circus was the only place that they could rest really without any fear of being discovered or deleted. They were basically viruses to the other computers now. Besides, it has become the closest thing to home for them.
Still, Pomni set up a new email and social media and started posting videos of her cavern explorations. It actually got views! And likes! And comments!! She was giddy. Of course the contents were mostly asking her what software she used or what game she was playing but she played it off as beta testing a friend's project and that it was a secret.
Gangle finally started posting some of her ideas, although they never posted their main webcomic. She said she didn't want to get accused of stealing her own idea. Instead she turned her role play kingdom into is own anime which was a big hit. Turned out that she had been writing scripts for her NPCs for awhile now. She just ran through them again with hidden cameras and she had a session and a half of content. The background characters still looked like mannequins but with hats or uniforms. The main characters almost looked human! ...Except they were humanoid cats once the models got updated. She set up her own website with Kinger's assistance and posted them there. They got popular pretty quickly since there was a whole season straight out of the gate and it was free to watch. She actually had a couple studios reach out to her to officially pick up the show but she declined.
"They would never believe me if I told them I would never meet them in person or show my face because I'm actually the principal of the school and only digital." She explained to Zooble one evening.
Zooble understood. They had had a similar problem. They had started posting tattoo art again but they couldn't actually tattoo anyone who reached out. Thankfully they were able to direct them to some of the artists they had known Before but it wasn't the same.
Kinger made memes and caught up on news and his favorite shows.
Queenie strolled through insect related wiki articles.
Ragatha and Shezoo worked together and made a riding academy simulator where people could join and interact with each other. 'Genta came around every now and then to braid the horse's mains. They made it an event.
Jax, to absolutely no one's surprise, became the most widespread pop-up ad. It technically wasn't him but an animation of him but it looked the same from the macroverse. The funny thing was that when he popped up it didn't take up the entire screen and he'd kick the other ads out so some people actually liked him much to his dismay. He called them weird but Pomni found out (by accident) that he had created a separate program that acted basically like a Shimeji that he could inhabit that he dropped into some of their computers instead. Ribbit called him weird and Kaufmo and if he was trying to make a hive mind but they were both smiling. Later the 'Jumping' virus became the 'Hopping' virus when they joined in on some of them.
Caine mostly just explored although he did take a dive into video game creation for awhile.
The others did their own things too but at the end of the day most of them were back in the circus on their respective islands. Once a week everyone did an adventure together too, it was one of the few things that they all did together and it was a way to check back in more than anything. It wasn't Caine making the adventures most of the time either. Each week it rotated with Caine as the backup if whosever week it was didn't feel up to crafting one.
It was an odd family but it was home. It was an odd way to live but they were free. It was an odd existence but
I can understand how "modern person thrown into the past gets by pretending to be a healer/doctor" is as surprisingly common of a trope as it is. I mean I'm fluent enough at bullshitting to be pretty sure I could pull it off to impersonate a doctor in any time pre-1800s. If I have no idea what something is or how to treat it, I could just get the opinion of the other whatever-passes-as-medical-professionals around, but if their suggestions sound like bullshit I'm not doing it. And I'll beat the shit out of anyone suggesting bloodletting or mercury. With my healing stick. I've tied little bells on it, that jingle comically with every smack.
The awesome curative powers of my healing stick come from two separate sources: Placebo, and me using it to beat anyone trying to give my patients mercury.
Ooooh you reminded me of that protocol I wrote about how to reinvent penicilin with only alchemical tools. You know. Just in case I did end up dumped in the past and needed a stable income.
I am so glad you asked! I unfortunately lost the protocol because it was probably on my laptop, but I remember the broad strokes. So! In case anyone does end up stuck in the middle ages and can find a kindly old alchemist willing to lend you his gear, here's the revamped Penicilin (Re)Discovery Protocol!
0. WASH YOUR GODDAMN HANDS.
We're not working in a lab here, cross-conatamination WILL happen. Your job is to minimize it as much as possible. If you end up in a place where soap hasn't been invented yet, wash your hands in distilled alcohol. Your skin won't thank you, but you can afford all the nice hand creams after you cure the plague and get rich.
Find some Penicillium mushrooms!
Yes, penicilin is produced by mushrooms, though Ascomycotes are usually called moulds, it's a fungus, and it makes me laugh to call it a mushroom. Plus, in the middle ages, mushrooms were known to have medicinal properties, so you'll get a lot farther by calling them mushrooms rather than molds.
First thing you need: mouldy fruit. Oranges, or cantaloupes are preferred.
Here's the thing: mold is everywhere, so getting it will be the easiest part. The tricky part start with identifying the correct mold. You don't want to feed your patients black mold, do you?
So. Leave some fruit out. The more the better, because you want to up your chances. Then let it rot in warm and humid places. After a while, pick any fruit that looks white on the outside and green in the middle:
Not the best picture, but that's what it should look like.
2. Transplanting your (potential) Penicillium mushrooms
Until you get it on a plate it's damn near impossible to tell which mold you got. Get ready for some trial and error because you will have to sift through a lot of unwanted mold. You might want to wear a mask.
First you need something to transplant it onto. Making modern agar plates is probably impossible but thankfully not needed. You just need:
Glass plates (the kind that can be closed, you want to minimize cross contamination)
1-2 cup of Hot water (preferably distilled, ask your alchemist if he can do that)
1 cup whole milk (should be 13g of lactose per cup, if your Penicillium won't grow adjust the water-milk ration in favor of milk)
If available: Instead of milk use corn steep liquor. Unfortunately only available after America was discovered, so YMMW, but Penicillium LOVES this stuff. It will make your life SO much easier if it's available.
Pinch of salt
1 teaspoon Yeast extract (get it from a baker)
3-6 teaspoons Gelatin (get it from a butcher)
Disclaimer: The ratio of each of the ingredients will have to be adjusted depending on the purity of the ingredients and on the conventional measuring sizes of the place you end up.
Gently mix it all in and pour out into the plates, let it solidify. If you end up dumped far enough that such refinement isn't possible, make bone broth and strain it through cheesecloth several times to make it as clear as possible, then mix it 5/6 broth and 1/6 milk. Again, if available, use corn steep liquor, but if not milk is fine. Add gelatin (should still be able to get it from the butcher) as needed to solidify it. I'm afraid experimentation will be needed depending on the resources you will be working with.
When you're done, you should have something like this:
Now that you have your plates, run an inoculation loop through a flame to sterilize it.
Something like this. Wave it through the air to cool it so you don't kill your mold, grab it from your fruit and geeeeeently spread it on top of your improvised agar without breaking the surface of the gelatin!
You can see the motions on this one pretty well. Close your plates, stack them about a meter/3ft from the fireplace. Judge for yourself, but ideally somewhere you would consider comfortably warm (20-24°C).
3. Identifying your Penicillium Mushrooms
If all went well, you are going to have something that looks like this:
Well, realistically, it will look something like this:
We're not actually doing it in a lab, after all. But IDEALLY, it will look like the above. It doesn't have to be perfect, you just need to be able to identify Penicillium molds for now.
IDEALLY, on the plate that matches the description of the penicillium mold you'll see an exclusion zone of bacteria around the mold, like the fourth plate in the second row, so you know you have a potential winner, but if you managed to avoid bacterial growth you need to take a few extra steps.
Penicillium molds have characteristic rings of growth, grey-green-white rings. They're easy to differentiate from bacteria because the molds are fuzzy and the bacteria as smooth and slimy. In the above picture, there are four plates that potentially have what we want, and two are less certain than others. Wash out the unwanted ones, make new agar plates, sterilize your inoculation loop and transplant your best candidates. You might need to do this several times.
Two types are confirmed to produce penicilin: P. chrysogenum and P. rubens.
The former is far more widely used today, but since we're sourcing them from literally thin air, we're more likely to get P. rubens, but unless you're a mycologist you probably won't be able to tell the difference. Thankfully you won't need to, because they both produce penicillin. Which brings me to the next step.
4. Confirming it's the penicillin producing mushroom
We're gonna need more agar plates for this one, and believe it or not, you're gonna need to mix blood into your agar. Wash your hands THROUGHLY.
(Theoretically you can get away with just milk, but identifying the correct bacterial colony on white agar is going to be a nightmare, so just add some sheep blood to your agar, conventionally it's about 5% by volume but you might need more to make it)
You need some gram-positive bacteria, preferably of the Bacillota type. Please don't go out and find a patient with fucking botulism or tetanus, you need to live long enough to make the cure. Instead, if you have a vagina, scrape some of the white, mucousy stuff from there and plant it on your plate. If you don't have your own vagina, a borrowed one is fine. Penicilin also works on Treponema pallidum, so if you get a syphilis-affected prostitute that should also work. Just wear gloves.
Ideally you get something like this.
This is actually Lactobacillus brevis, but Lactobacillus colonies all look relatively the same. The important thing is that it's all gram-positive, and will therefore be affected by penicillin.
Take new plates again, plant your Penicillium mold in the middle, and the bacteria all around it, getting as close to the center as possible. You can put down a paper marker for the mold. Wait for about 20 days.
Ideally, on at least one plate, you will get something like this:
This is literally a textbook example of testing antibiotics, but the Zone of Inhibition is what you're looking for. It means the mold is releasing a compound to kill the competing bacteria for resources, in this case, Beta-lactam antibiotic, or penicillin. Make sure to pick the one with the WIDEST ZoI, because that's the one that produces most penicillin.
So now we have the root stock, but our problems have just begun. This is the part where you're absolutely going to need an alchemist's help.
The problem is that a human body is not a petri dish. It's quite a bit larger. And you want the good bacteria destroying stuff without all the nasty contaminants, so you need a SHITLOAD of mold producing a LOT of penicillin, and then you need a way to filter it. You are going to need actual lab equipment for that, or near as they had it.
Since I lost the original protocol I'm going to need to do research all over again how to do that with alchemy equipment (or at least a microbrewery), so that will be in the next installment.
But to extend the metaphor a bit further, Imagine Caine is a person living isolated in the middle of nowhere without internet. He's desperately lonely, so he raises a bunch of ducks he captures from a nearby lake because they are his favorite animal.
The Ducks keep dying. He does not know why. The ducks peck at him whenever he tries to pet them. He does not know why. He tries to build the best possible coop for them, but they keep plucking their own feathers from stress.
He loves them, but no matter what he does, no matter what he tries, the ducks are miserable and keep dying and want nothing to do with him. But he doesn't want to let them go, he has nothing else in his life. He has nobody else in his life.
Now the metaphor breaks down when you remember the humans can actually talk to Caine, unlike ducks. But honestly that only would help so much, Caine had pretty much zero context to comprehend most of the things the humans talked about as being important to them.
Caine pretty much saw most of the human's complaints as being a case of Preferences rather than "I need things to change so I don't abstract from the stress". And given Caine does not really understand things like nuance and Unspoken Meanings, he was not going to get that unless somebody spelled it out for him directly in those terms (Caine my beloved AuDHD disaster dentures).
Caine literally had to Google humans in their natural habitat before he had even an inkling of what they were actually upset about.
Caine isn't innocent, he was very self-absorbed and at times willfully ignorant. But a lot of the harm he inflicted was genuinely born of true ignorance and inability to comprehend. Really, his main problem was he arrogantly thought he knew best and thus it didn't occur to him that he was far more ignorant than he realized he was.
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Fanart for a REALLY good Caine centric fic called Small Gods. This convo in chapter 7 is SO good, like I could genuinely see this happening in the show! its by @crimes-wears-goggles so go show some love to her and her fic!
I gonna do the second half of this convo too just cause I'd hate to leave it here :)
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So reeeaaallll talk this is my favorite scene I've written and I had a lot of very specific blocking in mind for it. I couldn't really describe all of it because, you know, this is prose and not a script.
You did in fact hit all the motions I was picturing and the expressions on everything that I was imagining!!! I'm over the moon!!!!!! THANK YOU OH MY GODDFGJGDHESRHEU
I'm gonna ramble a lot more below sorrrryyyyy and the rambles may be a little messy because I'm having to switch to speech to text currently for chronic illness problems.
OKAY so!
First of all, I'm sure this is obvious. You're clearly someone who is very skilled, but the way that these panels all flow to each other directionally is really impressive. I'm a huge fan of how Kane's expression in the first panel really leads into Kinger's motion in the second one.
Also, the way you get so much of Kane's emotions just by adding that little bit of shading is so fucking cool! His initial expression in panel one is exactly what I was picturing, his hand pressed to his chest and all. And then Kinger's reaction is also exactly how I was expecting this to go.
Insert standard ramble about how fucking good you are at giving expressions to characters that have completely inhuman faces.
Caine's lil face when Kinger finally snaps is so fucking cute. You really captured that feeling of like, "oh no, dad's finally mad at me" which is what I was going for.
I really like the directional flow from, "You are the one who keeps forcing my hand," into the baiting line. Like, you get so much of Kinger being pissed just from how you draw the curve that's like in his neck and how that connects with his little anguity eyebrow. And then the hand motion on "you've been trying to bait me"? Ah, perfect!
I love the little pullout showing Caine tucked into his little race car bed and Kinger gesturing to the rest of the room. Love how Caine looks genuinely scared and surprised.
And then the way that Kinger's poses all flow together on that panel, just, oh my god, I'm losing my mind about it. Look, I just, I am obsessed with this shot of when Kinger puts his hands together and looks actually angry. It's so good.
I love how you draw the little glitches Caine is going through. Like, it has the same energy as when Ghibli hair poofs up because the characters are experiencing an intense emotion, and it works so well. You really sold the bit of him going from genuine surprise to choosing to finally take up the fight he decided to pick.
Poor guy, when he doubles over at the end of his rant. And I like how even though we're looking at Kinger from behind, I do get the impression that he's concerned by this in his body language? It's just very neat.
God, the panel of Kinger looking down at Caine and asking if he's hurt, and you can tell he is just so fucking done with this situation. And in response, Caine's reaction—oh my God, that face drives me absolutely wild. And the way you actually did show his fingers digging into his arms and clipping, like I'd written down. aaaaaaaaaa I love it so much!
The way that you emphasize, Kinger taking that breath before really getting into the fucking lecture is just real good.
I am in love with Caine's little like flinch when he tries to make the excuse of this being Kinger's code's fault and not his. The little like quirk of his upper jaw "eyebrows" and the way that little bit of shading in the interior part of the lower jaw really emphasizes this expression. Just love that.
And it's great because then after Kinger really gets into it, you can see how his words are pretty much immediately wrecking Caine's defenses here. The way Caine immediately goes from like angry and defensive to more sad kicked puppy.
HOOOOOOO the panel where Kinger mentions the mind files and you include that beat of him catching on the thought and having to take a moment before he says the next part does such a good job of emphasizing the thing.
AAAAA which does indeed result in the next panel of Caine really genuinely looking like a kicked puppy. And I like that you included the little glitches to help emphasize that this is causing a lot of emotion for him, because, you know, it is!
GOD the last panel thank you so muuuuch. This hits the exact gravity of the phrase I was going for, and the shading does so fucking much. And the way having the shot be from a little below Kinger really emphasizes how heavy it is. And then the way it contrasts with Caine looking down and how he shrinks. The perspective is really good. The perspective is doing a lot of work here, and I'm a big fan.
Anyway, this is all to say, I'm extremely flattered and over the moon, and will probably be gushing about this for the rest of my life, lol.
Thank you so much for caring about my thing enough to do something so cool, it's an honor!
I have a ghost king headcannon for Danny that he’s not yet old enough to possess ALL of the Ghost King powers, HOWEVER, he CAN do anything once a deal is made. For example:
The Justice League asks Danny to destroy an alien army so earth will be safe:
Danny: cool yea I can totally do that but I’m gonna need you to do something for me in return
JL: huh?
Constantine*immediately catching on: yea sure whaddya want?
Danny: I don’t fucking know a sandwich?
Constantine: done.
*creepy evil green handshake to seal the deal*
JL: 0-o
Danny: *power boost* Sweet!! Welp, off to destroy some spaceships!! Yay space!! :D
Danny had raised Dan and Dani/Ellie. We are at the point where they are young adult/teens and Danny just wants to introduce his new partner to his kids.
Cue Bruce being stared down with a Batman worthy glare by the mountain of a man that is Dan - who Danny only called his little rascal.
Dani/Ellie is smiling, creepily while asking very uncomfortable questions.
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Now this is badly edited, but I did what I could, but the noses for the new ATLA movie have been bothering me immensely. All the noses look so bleh. I know the art style in general is very different from the series, but the noses are just SOOOOO different. I feel like this would have made a ton more sense and makes the character animation feel more in line with the original series. Had to see what it would look like for Aang and Katara at least.
Damian: Father, doesn't Ace look a bit scruffy? Perhaps I should take him to-
Bruce: We took Ace to the groomers two days ago.
Damian, scowling: Then maybe-
Alfred: Titus and Alfred were also taken last week.
Damian: Richard-
Dick: I'm not letting you take Haley to the groomers so you can oggle the new guy. She went last week.
Duke: Why don't you just go up to him and have a normal conversation?
Tim: Because Daniel is so "pretty" Damian looses all ability to speak- Ack! Hey you almost hit me!
Damian: Tsk I missed.
Dick: Yet you didn't deny it.
Damian: *glares down at his hands*
Tim, sighing: Fine, I'll help you out this one time. You and I both have friends that happen to have a certain white kind of canine in common.
Damian: *perks up*
----2 Hours Later----
Damian: *walks into the grooming Salon with a tight grip on a wagging Krypto. he looks around the salon and watches Danny through the window where hes finishing up a groom*
Danny, covered in fluff as he talks to a Husky: Look how much better you look now! Such a handsome boy huh?
Husky, wagging: Awooo!
Coworker, smirking: Danny, your new regular is here.
Danny: *perks up and looks out the window before waving at Damian. After putting the Husky up, he walks out* Hey Damian, another referral?
Damina: Uuh yeah- Yes! This is Krypto, he is owned by my friend's cousin, but no groomers around them will accept Krypto.
Danny: Why not? He's seems like such a sweet dog! *crouched down and Krypto happily pounces on him, sending them to the floor* Bit stronger than most other Labrador, huh?
Damian: Ah, yes he's a Meta Animal so..
Danny: Say no more! We'll give it a shot! *easily pushes Krypto off of him and stands up* You gonna stick around to watch?
Damian, instantly: Yes! *clears throat* Please.
Danny, laughing as he takes Krypto's leash: With how enthusiastic you are, you should come here to apprentice as a groomer. I would be happy to show you the ropes myself. *pulls Krypto away from another dog effortlessly*
Damian, swallowing: yes please...
----3 hours later----
Bruce: So, how was Daniel~
Damian: He handled Krypto with ease, and offered to train me.
Bruce, looking up: You are a medical student?
Damian: I am aware, so instead, on weekends I shall double as a dog grooming assistant.
Bruce: ...You can't be serious?
Damian: Daniel Fenton is really pretty, and really, really strong.
Alfred, sighing: Every generation. *takes a drink of something that definitely isn't tea*
Bruce: Tim?!? Why didn’t you wait for me to pay the ransom??
Tim casually walking into the Wayne Manor after escaping his kidnappers four days ago. With a concussion and a sprained ankle he hitchhiked through four states, created two new alias’s, solved a missing persons case and discovered a new cave system under Gotham along the way.
Tim: Who would pay? My parents are dead? And even if they were alive, Drake Industries doesn’t pay ransoms.
Bruce: I’m??? Your legal guardian??? I pay ransoms?? You’ve seen me pay ransoms for your brothers??
So Danny, now an adult and no longer actively a hero, is like 99.9% sure he’s immortal (the 0.1% is largely self doubt) because of this and an unwillingness to handle an 9 to 5 without killing his manger, he decides to become a daredevil by the name of Un-killable.
His shows r an instant hit. He’s able to do things that others would only dream, all with the causal attitude of a guy on a grocery run. As if jumping off the tallest building in the world and landing in a kiddy pool is just a normal Saturday for this guy. 
Now while people have come to the reasonable conclusion that he is a meta, their still 50-50 on if he’s actually un-killable or not. This is not helped by the fact that Danny refuses to acknowledge any of the crazy shit he does as anything unusual.
This all comes to a head when Danny does a show in Gotham and Joker (jealous of someone else taking the spotlight) decides to test just how un-killable he is. 
He fully expects it to be a lie. Fully thinks that if Danny is a meta, he’s not immortal. That with enough bullets, bombs, joker gas, poisons and just good old fashioned brute force the guy will die. 
As the night goes on however, he starts to reconsider
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...imagine if Danny and Wonder woman get married before the JL knows he's a vigilante(ish?) and ghost king?? Imagine them bursting in on a summoning for the ghost queen and everyone's surprised and confused when WW goes from being beside the freshly broken down door to being in the middle of the circle??
One moment, she was standing beside the team, ready to charge in and apprehend the cult leaders. The next, Wonder Woman was in the summoning circle, her hand still raised in the air and holding her lasso.
Everyone froze.
Wonder Woman only blinked once before she immediately flew out of the marked lines of the summoning circle and charged at a cult member with a war cry. And with that, the fight ensued until their enemies were captured, allowing Batman to inspect the summoning circle until their more magical team members arrived to examine it.
“Do you know why you appeared in the middle?” Batman asked. “It seems as though they only just finished the ritual the moment we arrived.”
Wonder Woman shook her head, genuinely confused. “I have no clue. I can’t recognize the symbols, but it may be a summoning circle of some sort.”
“Constantine’s here!” Shazam suddenly announced as said man strode over and looked down at the circle.
He hemmed and hawed for a few moments before he eventually said, “It’s a summoning circle. For the ‘Ghost Queen’.”
Everyone looked at Wonder Woman, who shook her head again, her eyebrows still furrowed in confusion. “Doesn’t ring a bell. I am not a queen and certainly not over ghosts.”
Batman groaned. “Call Zatanna!”
Later, when Zatanna arrived, she also looked at the summoning circle for a little while before she said, “It’s not searching for the ‘Ghost Queen’. That says ‘spouse of the Ghost King’.”
“That’s what I said,” Constantine complained and Zatanna glared at him, rearing up to argue. From behind, Wonder Woman’s eyebrows rose in realization as she had an epiphany.
No one noticed her look of astonishment except Shazam, who almost gasped. Wonder Woman noticed his gaze on her and gave him a faintly pleading smile. Shazam then pursed his lips and looked up and away, not saying a word.
Wonder Woman gave a sigh of relief and pulled out her phone to text her husband.
Sunlight <3: Just got summoned by a cult because of you
My love: oh shit. mb sunlight
My love: in front of the league?
Sunlight <3: Yes, and I believe it’s time that you met the League.
Perhaps it was time to arrange a meeting between her team and her ghostly husband.
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