My head canon has Shadows and Heartless weak to energy attacks like lasers, electricity, and magic. Hence why magic and Radiant Garden's defense system works so well.
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Wormverse ideas, recs, and fic discussion thread 1
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OverReactionGuy
Verified Sanity
My head canon has the Heartless weak against Usagi Tsukino. So they stay far away from that universe.
Who wouldn't be afraid of her? Can't she bust a galaxy if she wants?My head canon has the Heartless weak against Usagi Tsukino. So they stay far away from that universe.
OverReactionGuy
Verified Sanity
She basically has something akin to infinite power near the end... if she didn't through herself into the Galaxy Cauldron with Chaos to complete a stable timeloop.
At least I think it was a timeloop.... fucking timetravel in that story was annoying.
But all I know is past Usagi was more powerful than future queen Serenity.
Xexilf
Oblivion Sempiternum Daemonis
Its a bit different between anime and manga.
In the Anime, she made an embodiment of malice of a galactic scale sort of dissolve just by confronting it directly. Anime also has a hilarious record of talking villians into being good.
Any embodiment of negative emotion may want to stay far away.
And she still has ridiculous powers.
In the Anime, she made an embodiment of malice of a galactic scale sort of dissolve just by confronting it directly. Anime also has a hilarious record of talking villians into being good.
Any embodiment of negative emotion may want to stay far away.
And she still has ridiculous powers.
NemiTheNen
Perpetual Phone Poster
Sure, but that won't kill them, just temporarily banish them. Kinda like the creeper before you could put down the dispensers in that flash game series? SUre you can keep up a perimeter indefinitely, but you can't put it down. Only a keyblade wielder can.
My head canon has the Heartless weak against Usagi Tsukino. So they stay far away from that universe.
She's a Princess of Heart with enuf dakka.
Anyways, I do like the idea of Taylor with a keyblade, not vis a vis the greater story arc, but because, well, the keyblade opens doors.
- Location
- Crackship Space!
And perhaps poor little Labyrinth isn't autistic or crazy, shes just tapping into the non euclidean space that is the Castle!
In the KH idea I had I thought about using parahumans as doors to different worlds where their Shards resided.
NexusTheDark
The Silent Watcher
Great, now I have a Carmen Sandiego muse, my OTHER muse demanding me to write more Fate Woven in Steel...and NOW I have an ideas for a Taylor with GABRIEL BELMONT powers....well why not, the guy is pretty much the ultimate bryonic anti-hero...
Then again, when someone punches out Satan, can he be called an anti-hero anymore?
As for a Soma Cruz based Dracula!Taylor, the only conceivable way I can think of to make that work is to have the castle manifest itself when she gains her abilities. And hilariously enough, considering the Locker, I'd say the traditional vampire requirement of bathing in blood would be fulfilled.
Winslow becomes Dracula's Castle, shit goes nuts and Taylor gets to learn all about being a Dark Lord...or Lady...with the help of her new happy family of servants. Including but not limited to; Death, Lillith, Orlox and Medusa.
I would include Carmilla but then it would be impossible for me to keep the story from being burned by the Mods. Writing Slaanesh is hard enough but at least S/He is into everything so I can skirt the unsavory bits. Carmilla is a psychotic yandere in Castlevania.
Then again, when someone punches out Satan, can he be called an anti-hero anymore?
As for a Soma Cruz based Dracula!Taylor, the only conceivable way I can think of to make that work is to have the castle manifest itself when she gains her abilities. And hilariously enough, considering the Locker, I'd say the traditional vampire requirement of bathing in blood would be fulfilled.
Winslow becomes Dracula's Castle, shit goes nuts and Taylor gets to learn all about being a Dark Lord...or Lady...with the help of her new happy family of servants. Including but not limited to; Death, Lillith, Orlox and Medusa.
I would include Carmilla but then it would be impossible for me to keep the story from being burned by the Mods. Writing Slaanesh is hard enough but at least S/He is into everything so I can skirt the unsavory bits. Carmilla is a psychotic yandere in Castlevania.
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Castle_Bravo
The user formerly known as Nuke_Equestria
You're certainly going to stay shit if you never do any writing. So, why don't you write it yourself?
- Location
- West Michigan
Write it at QQ, then.
Carmilla is also a reincarnate. Most people call her Amy Dallon.
BrokenAscendent
Unum prae omnibus aliis
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- Auld Lang Syne
Your logic, It cannot be denied
Dr. Mercurious
Strangest Person You Know
- Location
- New England
Bonus Points if Dragon is cast in the role as 'Chief'! Also, I'm loving this idea!
Anzer'ke
Anarchism Ho!
I think you mean Brian Laborn.
Oh come on, you know it would be hilarious.
- Location
- West Michigan
He becomes a Blade expy.
Maybe this world is another planet's Hell.
The two would wed. They would have many adventures. In time, they would have a daughter: Avia.
In time their family, and their allies on Genesis and Apokolips alike, would battle to finally overthrow the tyrant Darkseid...
And then they all died, because all things end — even the New Gods.
Daniel Hebert and his wife Annette Rose were an unlikely pair. She was a moderately well-to-do daughter of a professional couple who had Annette's future planned out. Intelligent and charming, she would be a top-tier lawyer. In time she would marry well and have a family, but only after securing her professional career. He was the son of a brute of a dockworker, scraping through college on a lifetime of part-time jobs and hard manual labor. As he matured, Danny rebelled against the anti-intellectualism of his father, and became the first person in the Hebert family to attend college. Something about his nature caught the eye of Annette, inspired her to rebel against her parents for the sake of a career that she would actually enjoy.
The two would wed. They would have many close-calls with bills and mortgage payments. In (little) time, they would have a daughter: Taylor.
And then Annette died, because that's what mortals do.
Daniel Hebert was devastated, and there would be no real escape from his grief. His daughter at least had the comfort of her longtime best friend... until that was snatched away. As the years wore onward, Taylor Hebert began to live a half-life. An anti-life. And just when there was an inkling things might be getting better... that was snatched away too. But Taylor Hebert is her father's daughter, and not just in this lifetime. Trapped in that suffocating fetid locker, in that moment a hell the equal of any armaghetto on Apokolips, it suddenly occurs to Taylor Hebert how to pick the lock from the inside.
Yet awakening to her heritage might not be the best development, given the ripples this one act — this first awakening — will create. Because the Frees/Heberts weren't the only gods reborn on Earth Bet, and death is merely an intermission in a war amongst gods.
— Aldous Huxley, as quoted in Peter's Quotations: Ideas for Our Time
There came a time when the old gods died! The brave died with the cunning! The noble perished, locked in battle with unleashed evil! It was the last day for them!
— Jack Kerby, The New Gods #1
Scott Free and his wife Big Barda were an unlikely pair. She was a native of Apokolips. A ferocious warrior, one of the elite Female Furies, groomed as the successor of Grannie Goodness. Kindness, mercy, and love were things she was raised to despise. He born on Genesis but, as part of an exchange of royal heirs that guaranteed neither world would attack the other, was raised by the galactic tyrant Darkseid... well, technically raised by him. In reality he was raised in the Terror Orphanages of Apokolips with no knowledge of his heritage. For all suffered equally under Darkseid. Scott was no warrior. Merely an escape artist of unparalleled skill; "Mister Miracle". As he matured, Scott Free rebelled against the totalitarian ideology of Apokolips, and something in his nature caught the eye of Barda, inspired her to forsake Apokolips for a life of freedom.
The two would wed. They would have many adventures. In time, they would have a daughter: Avia.
In time their family, and their allies on Genesis and Apokolips alike, would battle to finally overthrow the tyrant Darkseid...
And then they all died, because all things end — even the New Gods.
Daniel Hebert and his wife Annette Rose were an unlikely pair. She was a moderately well-to-do daughter of a professional couple who had Annette's future planned out. Intelligent and charming, she would be a top-tier lawyer. In time she would marry well and have a family, but only after securing her professional career. He was the son of a brute of a dockworker, scraping through college on a lifetime of part-time jobs and hard manual labor. As he matured, Danny rebelled against the anti-intellectualism of his father, and became the first person in the Hebert family to attend college. Something about his nature caught the eye of Annette, inspired her to rebel against her parents for the sake of a career that she would actually enjoy.
The two would wed. They would have many close-calls with bills and mortgage payments. In (little) time, they would have a daughter: Taylor.
And then Annette died, because that's what mortals do.
Daniel Hebert was devastated, and there would be no real escape from his grief. His daughter at least had the comfort of her longtime best friend... until that was snatched away. As the years wore onward, Taylor Hebert began to live a half-life. An anti-life. And just when there was an inkling things might be getting better... that was snatched away too. But Taylor Hebert is her father's daughter, and not just in this lifetime. Trapped in that suffocating fetid locker, in that moment a hell the equal of any armaghetto on Apokolips, it suddenly occurs to Taylor Hebert how to pick the lock from the inside.
Yet awakening to her heritage might not be the best development, given the ripples this one act — this first awakening — will create. Because the Frees/Heberts weren't the only gods reborn on Earth Bet, and death is merely an intermission in a war amongst gods.
Hotdog Vendor
Author of 'Sisters of Rail'
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- She/Her
I see what you did there.
I thought that was Quarrel, but I get those mixed up.
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You say that like its a bad thing.
- Location
- West Michigan
That wasn't intentional. For one, he actually has character now!
And now I'm reminded of some of the old discussion about adding in magical elements for Worm. Reposting old stuff:
Chapter 1 Part C
Patton's Third Army (Worm AU)
Prologue: 1 (part D)
She stopped in front of the mirror briefly, absently making sure the buttons on her blouse and jeans were lined up neatly before she exited her room, knocking on her dad's door and calling him to breakfast in a subdued voice as she headed downstairs to the kitchen, where she opened the cabinet and spun the lazy susan to reach for her mom's favorite tea pausing for a moment as she took hold of it. She turned the radio on, spinning the dial to lower the volume before she tuned it to her mom's favorite station and blinked away tears. She would remember her mom as she lived, and enjoy today what she'd enjoyed with her mom last week; one lesson she'd learned from George was that those who died should be celebrated. Taylor was determined to celebrate what her mom had given her, even as she lowered the large tea ball into the teapot.
Sitting down, she wiped her eyes with her handkerchief before closing her eyes to focus on her thoughts for the few minutes until the over timer beeped and the tea was ready. She had superpowers, and could be a hero like Alexandria in the Protectorate... or Armsmaster right here in Brockton Bay, who rode a motorcycle. She absently picked up a fresh handkerchief as she remembered the sounds she'd heard yesterday, the roar of a large, high-performance engine – not quite a radial or an inline engine, but something strange added to one, perhaps tinker-tech or some modern device, she thought. Whatever it was surprised her and made her swerve. Then a second, clearly souped up motorcycle charged after the first vehicle, and was taken under fire just before her mom's crash. Taylor started – her mom had been shot at, by some cape! No, that didn't quite fit... the first cape was running, the second pursuing. One shot at the other, probably the first firing at the second, given how loud that weird weapon got. Her mom's car was hit, or affected, or tried to dodge, or was... or mom was just scared. Being shot at was a frightening experience for anyone, even when it was normal weapons you understood and you knew you were on a battlefield. Bizarre tinker weapons on a street while mom was on the way to pick up her dad, that wasn't something anyone expected. And then, and then mom crashed. And... died.
Taylor swept the handkerchief across her eyes once more, then slammed it down on the table sharply, frowning fiercely as she realized what must have happened. If the Axis was fleeing, then the Allies were pursuing, and vice versa. If she were to take that basic lesson and figure out the groups involved; New Wave was full of flyers, so they weren't involved, leaving... the Protectorate, then and villains. She'd have to find some intel on how the Protectorate and PRT's vehicles sounded to learn who was in the lead and who was behind, who actually fired the weapon, and if anyone actually managed a victory, but that didn't matter to her now. Her mom was dead because capes fought in the city, as simple collateral damage.
To hell with the Protectorate and the Wards, then.
She pondered the fact that capes had been fighting for years – in Brockton Bay alone they'd had Lustrum, Allfather, Marquis, the Butcher, Kaiser, Lung, Skidmark, the Protectorate, the Wards, the Slaughterhouse 9's deadly visit, the many smaller gangs, the independents like Circus, and all the other men and women associated with them – regular gang members, PRT troops, followers, mercenaries, and soldiers. How many people, she wondered, had been killed in a battle that didn't involve them over the years? The oven timer beeped, and Taylor stood. First she'd make her dad eat. Then she'd find another path, one that didn't involve the same mistakes America had been making so far.
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They sat around the kitchen table after their quiet breakfast, the table clear after Taylor had allowed Kurt and Lacey to clean it off after the three of them had eaten; Danny had barely touched his breakfast. Taylor straightened her back and looked at Kurt and Lacey, then at her dad, "Dad? I have powers now."
Danny broke off staring blankly at his uneaten breakfast to look up at his daughter, "What?"
"I have powers now. I can sort of create things, or summon them, or something similar." She reached out to the middle of the table and picked up the familiar M-unit can, then handed it to her father. "I didn't notice last night."
He took the can, and turned it over in his hands before his head came up to look first at the once again empty table, and then at Taylor, "You're a cape?"
Lacey blinked and stared at the can that had definitely not been on the table before and read the writing on the can as she realized where last night's dinner had come from, then glanced over at the counter, the crock she'd never seen here before and the antique radio tucked away in a corner, its wood gleaming in the morning sun. She turned her gaze to her friend's daughter and spoke softly, "You made canned army food, and that's what you used for last night's dinner, but that's not all, is it, Taylor? Those monogrammed handkerchiefs, you made them too. And the casserole didn't taste like the margarine A... you usually have. Everything you've made is old, like that radio, isn't it?"
The others turned their heads to inspect the radio she'd been listening to before dinner, and Kurt commented, "How do you notice every little thing every time? I thought last night's dinner was a little, err, unusual, but figuring out superpowers is a little bit different than knowing that Milton was going to go out henching, or that Tabitha and Milton were dating."
"It's not my fault you're as observant as a bump on a log, Kurt. You just have to pay a little attention. That radio's an antique, but it looks brand new. What model is it, Taylor?" Lacey asked.
"I don't know what model. I just wanted to listen to Mom's favorite station. Franks and Beans aren't unusual, Kurt, you should try the vegetable stew. Let me see what the manual says." Taylor opened the radio's manual and commented, "The Stratford, with 2 bands, American and short wave; built in loop antenna; Philharmonic speaker; Coloratune tone selector and automatic volume control."
Kurt watched her set the obviously brand new book down on the table and wipe her eyes with a handkerchief, shaking his head, "That's just weird. I've already called the union offices for you, Danny. You're off the rest of the week on paid compassionate leave, and I've filled out some... insurance paperwork for you to sign. Taylor, you're excused from school this week, too. What else can I do to help?"
"I... thank you, Kurt. Just thank you," replied the grieving husband, unsure of what to do next, with Annette gone and his daughter holding something different she'd conjured from thin air every time he looked at her. Annette would have known what to do; she'd worked for Lustrum, but he just didn't know. He picked up the handkerchief Taylor had set on the table and cried into it.
After a moment Taylor spoke, preempting Lacey, her voice carrying an undertone of determination, "Kurt, please you stay with Dad and make the arrangements? Lacey, we'll go to the library and see what we can find out about my powers. Good decisions require good intel." She wiped her eyes on her sleeve and stood.
Lacey met her husband's gaze, then tilted her head towards Danny as she rose as well, "All right, Taylor. Kurt, when do you think you'll need the car?"
"Not before this afternoon. The phone'll do for anything that can't wait until then."
Chapter 2 Part A
Patton's Third Army (Worm AU)
Prologue: 1 (part D)
She stopped in front of the mirror briefly, absently making sure the buttons on her blouse and jeans were lined up neatly before she exited her room, knocking on her dad's door and calling him to breakfast in a subdued voice as she headed downstairs to the kitchen, where she opened the cabinet and spun the lazy susan to reach for her mom's favorite tea pausing for a moment as she took hold of it. She turned the radio on, spinning the dial to lower the volume before she tuned it to her mom's favorite station and blinked away tears. She would remember her mom as she lived, and enjoy today what she'd enjoyed with her mom last week; one lesson she'd learned from George was that those who died should be celebrated. Taylor was determined to celebrate what her mom had given her, even as she lowered the large tea ball into the teapot.
Sitting down, she wiped her eyes with her handkerchief before closing her eyes to focus on her thoughts for the few minutes until the over timer beeped and the tea was ready. She had superpowers, and could be a hero like Alexandria in the Protectorate... or Armsmaster right here in Brockton Bay, who rode a motorcycle. She absently picked up a fresh handkerchief as she remembered the sounds she'd heard yesterday, the roar of a large, high-performance engine – not quite a radial or an inline engine, but something strange added to one, perhaps tinker-tech or some modern device, she thought. Whatever it was surprised her and made her swerve. Then a second, clearly souped up motorcycle charged after the first vehicle, and was taken under fire just before her mom's crash. Taylor started – her mom had been shot at, by some cape! No, that didn't quite fit... the first cape was running, the second pursuing. One shot at the other, probably the first firing at the second, given how loud that weird weapon got. Her mom's car was hit, or affected, or tried to dodge, or was... or mom was just scared. Being shot at was a frightening experience for anyone, even when it was normal weapons you understood and you knew you were on a battlefield. Bizarre tinker weapons on a street while mom was on the way to pick up her dad, that wasn't something anyone expected. And then, and then mom crashed. And... died.
Taylor swept the handkerchief across her eyes once more, then slammed it down on the table sharply, frowning fiercely as she realized what must have happened. If the Axis was fleeing, then the Allies were pursuing, and vice versa. If she were to take that basic lesson and figure out the groups involved; New Wave was full of flyers, so they weren't involved, leaving... the Protectorate, then and villains. She'd have to find some intel on how the Protectorate and PRT's vehicles sounded to learn who was in the lead and who was behind, who actually fired the weapon, and if anyone actually managed a victory, but that didn't matter to her now. Her mom was dead because capes fought in the city, as simple collateral damage.
To hell with the Protectorate and the Wards, then.
She pondered the fact that capes had been fighting for years – in Brockton Bay alone they'd had Lustrum, Allfather, Marquis, the Butcher, Kaiser, Lung, Skidmark, the Protectorate, the Wards, the Slaughterhouse 9's deadly visit, the many smaller gangs, the independents like Circus, and all the other men and women associated with them – regular gang members, PRT troops, followers, mercenaries, and soldiers. How many people, she wondered, had been killed in a battle that didn't involve them over the years? The oven timer beeped, and Taylor stood. First she'd make her dad eat. Then she'd find another path, one that didn't involve the same mistakes America had been making so far.
…....................................................
They sat around the kitchen table after their quiet breakfast, the table clear after Taylor had allowed Kurt and Lacey to clean it off after the three of them had eaten; Danny had barely touched his breakfast. Taylor straightened her back and looked at Kurt and Lacey, then at her dad, "Dad? I have powers now."
Danny broke off staring blankly at his uneaten breakfast to look up at his daughter, "What?"
"I have powers now. I can sort of create things, or summon them, or something similar." She reached out to the middle of the table and picked up the familiar M-unit can, then handed it to her father. "I didn't notice last night."
He took the can, and turned it over in his hands before his head came up to look first at the once again empty table, and then at Taylor, "You're a cape?"
Lacey blinked and stared at the can that had definitely not been on the table before and read the writing on the can as she realized where last night's dinner had come from, then glanced over at the counter, the crock she'd never seen here before and the antique radio tucked away in a corner, its wood gleaming in the morning sun. She turned her gaze to her friend's daughter and spoke softly, "You made canned army food, and that's what you used for last night's dinner, but that's not all, is it, Taylor? Those monogrammed handkerchiefs, you made them too. And the casserole didn't taste like the margarine A... you usually have. Everything you've made is old, like that radio, isn't it?"
The others turned their heads to inspect the radio she'd been listening to before dinner, and Kurt commented, "How do you notice every little thing every time? I thought last night's dinner was a little, err, unusual, but figuring out superpowers is a little bit different than knowing that Milton was going to go out henching, or that Tabitha and Milton were dating."
"It's not my fault you're as observant as a bump on a log, Kurt. You just have to pay a little attention. That radio's an antique, but it looks brand new. What model is it, Taylor?" Lacey asked.
"I don't know what model. I just wanted to listen to Mom's favorite station. Franks and Beans aren't unusual, Kurt, you should try the vegetable stew. Let me see what the manual says." Taylor opened the radio's manual and commented, "The Stratford, with 2 bands, American and short wave; built in loop antenna; Philharmonic speaker; Coloratune tone selector and automatic volume control."
Kurt watched her set the obviously brand new book down on the table and wipe her eyes with a handkerchief, shaking his head, "That's just weird. I've already called the union offices for you, Danny. You're off the rest of the week on paid compassionate leave, and I've filled out some... insurance paperwork for you to sign. Taylor, you're excused from school this week, too. What else can I do to help?"
"I... thank you, Kurt. Just thank you," replied the grieving husband, unsure of what to do next, with Annette gone and his daughter holding something different she'd conjured from thin air every time he looked at her. Annette would have known what to do; she'd worked for Lustrum, but he just didn't know. He picked up the handkerchief Taylor had set on the table and cried into it.
After a moment Taylor spoke, preempting Lacey, her voice carrying an undertone of determination, "Kurt, please you stay with Dad and make the arrangements? Lacey, we'll go to the library and see what we can find out about my powers. Good decisions require good intel." She wiped her eyes on her sleeve and stood.
Lacey met her husband's gaze, then tilted her head towards Danny as she rose as well, "All right, Taylor. Kurt, when do you think you'll need the car?"
"Not before this afternoon. The phone'll do for anything that can't wait until then."
Chapter 2 Part A
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So, I was watching Hellsing Ultimate recently and I had to wonder, what threat level do you think Monster of God!Anderson would have?
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- Here
Miracle (Wo)Man Taylor? That, I can get behind. Who would the other reincarnated gods be? Circus would make for a good Mad Harriet. Harmonious Crane for Granny Goodness? Aegis in place of Barda? Anyway, I'm just spitballing these, but seriously cool idea.
Academic Guardian
Just an old man with a hobby
- Location
- Somewhere in the twisting Kaleidoscope
Vanilla!Anderson or Nail of Helena!Anderson?
Vanilla is probably a mid-tier Brute due to his high regeneration and moderate strength but what makes him dangerous in the series is his zeal. While regeneration is his only power, his drive, madness and determination to gut you like a fish is what makes him really scary. Nail of Helena!Anderson is an Echidna event.
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OverReactionGuy
Verified Sanity
Yup, it was the Nail version that he was talking about.