i'm in Ireland and the search for that bastards name is still blocked and hidden... the legnths the british go to defend and protect their instruments of colonialism and violence is beyond belief. no justice for the victims and yet every measure taken to protect David James Cleary and his fellow murderers.
I've seen tons of fics and prompts about characters getting dropped into the Omegaverse. But what about the opposite? Someone from the Omegaverse transmigrated into a non omegaverse world.
They would have not only cultural shock, but also some extreme sensory deprivation issues. There would be less socially acceptable PDA, less shared space. Less scents and more textures that are more about practicality than comfort. I imagine there are a lot more sensory friendly lighting and common space textures in the Omegaverse. Like bus seats are softer texture rather than the scratchy stuff we are used to. And park benches have thin silicone coating like on sensory swings to give better texture and temperature. Public spaces would have warm toned lights and working spaces cool, and they would all have like dimming sensors for eye strain. A non didtopian Omegaverse world would have a softer environment built for designation diverse needs. Being dropped in a world without any of that would be grating and horrible. Especially if it's a young character that doesn't understand what's going on and just thinks that they are being rejected by the people who have promised to help them.
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Traumatized baby Danny from an Omegaverse world, desperately snuggling up with Dick and getting more upset by the minute. Finally he gives up and flees to cry in his hidy hole in the library.
Dick, sadly: Awww, there goes mu cuddles.
Jason: I know yall say he ain't got the tism, but shit like that just don't make no sense.
Tim, chronicly online Drake: Oh.... Oh shit...
Dick: what? That was you epiphany face.
Jason: Knowing Tim that could mean anything tho.
Tim, ten seconds into reading the minimal profiles they have on Danny: Get in losers we're going shopping.
Enter le fancy fragrance shop.
Tim: okay pick a scent you could live in and get one spray and a bunch of roll-on.
Jason: Are you trying to say we stink?
Dick: I'm surprised you didn't just order us new deodorant. Actually having us pick out a product instead of stalker tendencies, I'm proud of you!
Tim: it's for Danny. He comes from a pheromone based society. He's stressed because we don't have a scent he can recognize and find comfort in.
Jason: what in the Omegaverse is this?
Tim: EXACTLY, though I'm surprised you know what that is.
Jason: What were YOU doing in the devil's sacrament?
Tim: No stones in my glass house.
Dick: What?.. What is Omega- did you both just agree to drop a subject?! What just happened?!
Tim &Jason: Bidnas...
Jason: Anyways, you heard the Lil bird, babyBoo needs us to get stinky and swap stink to make his brain do the good burr.
<later back in the manor>
Damian: it is a ridiculous need and we should ween him out of it if he is to survive and live in this world going forward!
Bruce: Damian he cannot help that his biology and needs are different from ours. It is the same thing as your eating habits, it is something that helps you and doesn't hurt us or anyone so there is no reason to deny it. You don't have to participate, just as I do not have to eat the same things you do.
Dick: I don't know Lil D, we've just discovered something that might change your mind.
Damian : as if there would be something worth the effort of douesing myself in perfumes on the regular.
Jason, trying not to laugh: did you know that our newest, babyest bro can purr?
Tim: But only when he's absolutely comfortable, and the most relaxed... Say, for example, when he's being cuddled and sharing scents with one of his big brothers.
Damian interest perked: really? How did we not know he was capable of doing so when we took his physical?
Bruce: He purrs from his core, not his chest cavity like in felines, there was no physical proof until now.
Dick, pulling up a video of baby Danny purring cuddled on his chest: isn't he just the cutest?
Damian: Well if it is best for Daniel's growth than maybe it be best that the whole household partake in this scent endeavor.
Less than 24 hours after receiving that email, Stratt strode up to the Ghost Investigation Ward building, Grace following two steps behind as always.
The building was unassuming. A windowless, grey structure stood proudly in front of them, caged in by tall fences and guarded by a manned gate that required authorization to enter through. Stratt, of course, held any authorization she deemed necessary, so their entry was permitted, much to the guard’s dismay.
Grace had done some research into “ecto-science” at Stratt’s request. It was alarmingly difficult to find any sort of reliable information on the subject, but after some digging, he found a few retracted scientific journals by Madeline and Jack Fenton, information published by the GIW, and a news article about protests happening in Amity Park following the capture of the ecto-entity called Danny Phantom. Given the email Stratt had received, Grace assumed the protests had been in vain.
All the research he could find suggested that ecto-entities were not sentient, despite having the appearance of being as such, and were more like an empty echo of the human they once were. They were often destructive, and especially liked to harm humans, thought to be jealous of humans for still clinging to life while the ghosts had passed on.
In all honesty, the most shocking part of all this was finding out that ghosts were real. That had required taking a seat for a moment to collect his thoughts and rethink his world-view, something he had already once done recently on account of aliens being real. His time since meeting Stratt had been shocking to say the least.
A man met them as they entered the building. He was tall and imposing, with a pristine, white suit and sunglasses despite being inside.
“I’m Operative K. I will be supervising your visit.”
Stratt offered a handshake as she introduced herself, but the man did not move to accept it.
He guided them down a hallway, then into an elevator, then down several more white white white hallways, until they came upon a door.
“I will warn you, the subject is difficult to work with. It will attempt a scared child routine, beg for its life, ask to be freed, et cetera. This is not real; It does this as a means of manipulating humans to get what it wants. Ghosts cannot feel physical or emotional pain, so anything you might see in there is an act. Am I understood?”
Stratt and Grace both nodded, and Grace steeled himself as Operative K scanned his keycard, typed a passcode, and lowered his sunglasses for a retina scan.
The door hissed open and they were ushered into an equally white room. With the bright LED lights glaring from above, it was almost blinding to step inside, and he suddenly understood why they wore those ridiculous spectacles. As his eyes adjusted, he took in the room around him.
Along one side of the room was a counter, across which were strewn a variety of devices, tools, and medical equipment. In the middle of the room sat a metal examination table, prepped and ready for use. There were security cameras in the corners and on the ceiling, all pointed in the same direction. On the other side of the room, where all the cameras were aimed, was a glass cell, glowing faintly green with what he assumed must be some sort of anti-ecto energy.
And in the cell was… A kid.
Not a kid, Grace reminded himself, an ecto-entity. A ghost.
The not-kid was huddled up in the corner, his knees pulled up to his chest, his head resting on his arms. His white hair hung down to cover whatever they may have been able to see of his face.
The boy was too skinny, and he didn’t breathe at all, which gave him more the appearance of a corpse than a person. Still, Grace could have been convinced the boy was a human had it not been for the flickering glow that emanated off of him.
Stratt looked to Grace, then nodded her head towards the cell.
Great, she wants me to talk to it.
He approached the cell and knelt down to be more eye-level with the kid.
“Hey, uh, I’m Doctor Grace. We’re here to speak with you.”
The ghost didn’t respond. Didn’t even move. Just kept sitting there in the corner, wrapped tightly around itself on the floor.
He tried again. “We wanted to talk to Danny Phantom. That’s you, right?”
Still nothing.
“Guess it’s feeling shy today.” Operative K had an evil grin on his face as he pressed a button to reveal a panel next to the cell. “This’ll make it a little more talkative.”
The kid screamed as electricity shot through him. Grace couldn’t help but cringe as Phantom twitched and tensed as wave after wave of electric shock pulsed through him. When it was over, he collapsed in a heap on the floor, still twitching. Grace tried to keep his calm. It was just a ghost, after all. Every article he could find said they couldn’t really feel anything, that they couldn’t feel pain. Phantom was fine.
After a few seconds, the kid propped himself up on his elbows, and a few tears slid down his cheeks as he slowly sat up.
“Try again. It should be more responsive now.” The smile across K’s face indicated there would be consequences if the ghost still wouldn’t talk.
Grace shrugged it off.
“Hi, Danny. I’m Doctor Grace. We came here to meet you.”
The ghost did respond this time, but only by rolling his eyes and making a snide comment about more quack scientists wanting to pick him apart. K hit the button again, and more electricity tore through the ghost’s body.
Once he recovered once more from the shocks, Grace pushed on.
“We’re seeking out resources for a mission to save the human race. We heard you have some abilities that could help us out. Care to tell us a bit about yourself?”
The kid grunted as he pushed himself back up to a seated position against the back wall. “What kind of mission would get the Guys In White to willingly give up their favourite science experiment?”
The boy clutched at his chest, which was now rising and falling rapidly, as if he was breathing. The sight was strange. And now that they could see his face, Grace was taken by the toxic green of his eyes. He focused all his attention on that to distract himself from how painfully human the kid seemed, the eyes serving as a reminder that he was dealing with an unfeeling ecto-entity, not a person.
“It involves going to space.” He recalled how the email had said the ghost loved space; was obsessed with it. He watched as the kid’s eyes lit up for just a moment, star-like freckles dancing across his cheeks, before fading once more as his eyes drifted to Operative K, still hovering over the control panel. His gaze darkened, like he had momentarily forgotten where he was, but then was painfully reminded.
He’s a ghost, not a real person.
“I can’t help you.”
Grace transitioned from kneeling to sitting cross-legged on the floor. “I don’t think that’s true, kid. I heard you’ve got a lot of abilities that could really help us out on a space mission.”
“Maybe,” the kid shrugged, “but it’s not like these guys would ever let me out of their sight. They own me.”
Stratt chimed in from behind him. “I actually have the authority to use whatever resources I deem necessary for this mission. If we deem you useful, you would come with us.”
Operative K seemed to bristle at the reminder that he could lose his favourite pet project, but he said nothing.
“Ask K over here, then. I’m a ghost. I’ll just lie to you.” He crossed his arms and shoved himself back in the corner, pointedly avoiding looking at any of them.
That was that, then. The kid could hold a conversation, at the very least, even if he didn’t seem keen on it at the moment.
“I need all the files you have on the subject. Dr. Grace will review them and we will come to retrieve your ghost in 24 hours if we decide he will be of use.” Stratt turned toward the door and left without another word.
Grace gave a nod to Operative K, took one last glance at the boy in the cell, and turned to follow Stratt. The boy was staring at him, those big, green eyes boring holes into him, like he was searching desperately for a reason to trust them. Grace reminded himself again that the ghost was known for making itself seem human to manipulate, that it was all an act. He needed to treat it like the creature it was, not the creature it was desperately trying to imitate.
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Grace felt nauseous as the memory faded. He had been complicit. He saw this kid getting tortured and he thought nothing of it. He agreed to put this poor, traumatised child, only a few years older than his own students, on a suicide mission.
Danny looked at him weird from across the ship, but Grace waved him off and gathered himself, pretended like nothing happened. He couldn’t help the resentment building up in his gut, resentment for himself, for his actions, his inaction, his cowardice. He would make it up to this boy, somehow. He would find a way to repent for what he had allowed to happen.
Stratt receives an email from a student at an American Ivy-league school with the subject line “Ecto-Entities”:
Dear Eva Stratt,
I hope this email finds you well. I am writing because I know of a resource that could be incredibly beneficial, possibly even crucial to your mission.
There is an organization in the USA called the Ghost Investigation Ward (GIW) which harbors beings called “ecto-entities”, colloquially known as “ghosts”. One ghost in particular that the GIW has in their custody is an ecto-entity called Danny Phantom, who I believe could aid in saving humanity.
Danny Phantom has several abilities that could prove to be beneficial when on a space mission, including being able to disregard gravity, thus not requiring zero-grav training prior to the mission. He can also phase through objects, and he does not require oxygen, which leaves more resources on board available for the humans who will be on the craft. Ghosts are also able to withstand enormous atmospheric pressure, or lack thereof, without adverse effects, so he would not require a suit when leaving the ship. He has many other abilities I haven’t listed, but which are less likely to be useful on such a journey. If you’re interested, I can provide you with a comprehensive list.
Something else of note is that over the years, research has suggested that ghosts have something called an “obsession”. Their obsession can be anything from hunting to music to boxes, to any other subject you could think of. This obsession fuels them, and is their reason to remain on Earth, sort of like unfinished business. Danny Phantom is unique in that he has dual obsessions. One of these obsessions is outer space. He can tell you the exact location of a star or planet at any given time, even during the day. He knows how to pilot a space shuttle as well as any trained astronaut. His freckles even glow like constellations when he’s talking about space. And his other obsession is protecting others from harm. There’s not much to say about this other than that he has thrown himself into danger without a single thought for his own wellbeing countless times in order to protect others from harm. He would risk his own life one thousand times over in order to save just one person, much less billions. I’m sure you can see how useful he could be in saving the world, as it seems like this mission was designed for him.
I am aware this is a suicide mission, and that if he is to go, he will never be able to return, but I know that this is better than his current situation. For nearly two years, the GIW has had him in their possession, and I don’t like to imagine what they’re doing to him there in the name of research. Even before they captured him, they promised to him on several occasions that once they had him, they would conduct as many “painful experiments” on him as they could before he perished, and I can’t imagine they’ve broken that promise.
While his obsessions are perfectly tailored to your cause, I am also writing to you as a plea for you to save him. My family and I, as well as his friends and their families, have been working endlessly since his capture to free him, to no avail. I know that even though he would die on this mission, that is a far kinder fate than what he is experiencing as I write this email. He is a genuinely good person who would do anything to help those around him, and I can’t stand the thought that he will rot in that prison while the rest of us move on with our lives.
Thank you for hearing me out. I hope you will at least humor me and look into it. And if you do, please don’t believe anything the GIW tells you about him.
Happy Pride Month everyone! Remember 4 months ago when the CEO of this platform harassed and chased a trans woman off this website just for posting her transition timeline, then chased her to other social media platforms to continue harassing her, and threatened to call the FBI if she continued disputing the multiple dubious terminations of her blogs that did not violate tumblr's terms of service in any way? And despite tumblr staff insisting that the CEO was acting against their interests, the broad transmisogyny evident in the site's culture and moderation policy has still not been adequately addressed?
Remember that staff is continuing to nuke the blogs of trans women even after all of this. Remember this post when they call this site the queerest place on the internet again this month
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
I truly enjoy how much Animorphs is like “here are our young heroes, each with a distinctive trope to fill in the group!” And then it makes you watch how the pressure of each person’s role grinds them to dust. And also they have homework.
#IM SORRY THEY DO HOME FUCKING WORK IN ANIMORPHS??????
Yeah they're students. If they don't keep their grades up or if they miss too many classes (or miss classes at suspicious times) then they risk drawing the attention of the faculty and/or their parents, some of whom are the enemy and some of whom can just make future espionage a whole lot harder. There are multiple missions where they're like "okay, this is incredibly time sensitive but it'll take a full day or longer so it has to wait for the weekend and we'll have to all lie to our parents about sleeping over at each others' houses. It's gonna have to be done at the last minute because we've gotta go to class. Also, remember to get that English paper finished, we can NOT afford to have you grounded right now."
These have been out of print for an age, and the authors have given their blessings to share the PDFs. Here's everything, including companion/side books and the non-canon Alternamorphs books, in reading order:
All of the Animorphs books by K. A. Applegate, as well as the other books set in that universe. I got them here. I am not the one who collec
#Im sorry can we circle back to the disembowelment for a second im not over that
Oh they get disembowelled so so often. Especially Marco. Marco gets diesembowelled, Jake dies in alternate timelines, and Rachel blacks out for ten minutes or so only to come back to herself surrounded by the torn-apart corpses of her enemies with her teammates screaming at her to retreat before the building explodes or collapses or whatever. They have their niches. They all get eaten alive often enough that you can't really pin that one to a specific animorph.
Jake did get crushed as a fly that one time and his organs got smeared everywhere and all his friends (also flies) had to carry him somewhere safe to demorph before his brain died but it was hard because the legs they were holding kept getting torn off his mangled body, making him very difficult to carry, which personally I think is Marco injury territory. But like. They've all gotta take occasional actions to avoid tight typecasting so Jake can have a little Fly Dismemberment as a treat.
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