black hole created

Witch au in the fahc universe

Edit because I should have put this stuff in the post and not the tag:   storm/weather witch Michael who creates lightning to strike people down or a tornado to wreck the streets behind them to help lose the cops

Animal witch Ryan who lets loose animals in the zoo and convinces them to tear apart someone once he’s done with them, it’s an easy way to dispose bodies

Jack who uses her magic to heal them just enough until they can get to Caleb. She’s a white witch and her magic is suppose to be used for good and it is. It helps Geoff when he’s stressed over a heist and Ryan when he can’t sleep. It help Michael control his magic when he’s pissed and keeps Gavin from fainting when he has to use his magic. It helps Jeremy keep from getting too anxious about a job especially in the beginning and herself when things get to much and she needs to keep herself sane and calm. It helps them all from going mad when someone gets captured. 

time/fire witch Geoff who turns back time when something goes horribly horribly wrong and one of them dies and lights shit up when need be

Necromancy  Jeremy who gets ghost to help distract people and bring people just long enough when he’s not finished with them. Jeremy can only bring somebody back for so long before it drains him and they aren’t fully back to themselves they’re, well, a zombie which is why Geoff has to turn back time instead of Jeremy just bringing them back. 

Blood witch Gavin who hates his magic and only uses it when he has to

Garden witch Mica who makes vines grow from the ground to tie people up

Space witch Trevor who creates black holes and stars just hot enough to burn a person when Geoff isn’t around to do it

Eclectic Witch Lindsay who is basically the crew Jack of all trades 

Creation witch Matt who makes new weapons and vehicles for the crew

and divination witch steffie who they all go to before a job to see how it goes

Another edit because something was pointed out by @whatdoyewant :  ryan using mangy cats and dogs, wild forgotten things that prowl the alleys and scrap for scraps. who are starved and half crazed and more wild than any zoo animal. zoos are precious conservation programs with rare species that are well taken care of, and he wouldn’t touch them. He’d summon the cats left behind, the dogs who ran from fighting rings and abuse, the rats that fill every crack of every dilapidated apartment and every sewer.

Thank you very very much!

Flash Fiction Time:

I checked the satellite status a final time, only hearing the sound of my breathing.  The system stabilized when I attached the new power cell.  Everything was in the green.  Power…online.  Sensors…online.  Transmitter…online.  I made a final check before attaching the access panel.  I checked my watch, three hour space walk.  Right on schedule.  A quick burst of my thruster pushed me away from the satellite. 

Johnson, we’re getting some odd readings down here, how’s things look on your end?” said someone from Mission Control back in Houston.  Odd, the transmission sounded different.  A higher pitch perhaps.  I kept watch on the satellite, drifting slowly away. 

I glanced down at the earth, expecting to see a serene, beautiful white and blue sphere.  My heart seemed to pause for a moment.  The sight was, I didn’t know how to explain it.  A black hole?  Did CERN finally create something that spiraled out of control?  The spiraling hole ate away at the planet. 

“Houston…Oh shit.”  Not a transmission that was full of wisdom or profound thought, but it was the most fitting, given the circumstance.  Was it the final words of our civilization? 

I only received a garbled response.  I grimaced, wanting to rub my temples as the shrill pierced my ears.  Whatever was going on, I had a ringside seat.  This was one hell of a sight, whatever was going on. 

I started humming David Bowie’s “Space Oddity” as the world came to an end. 

  • Chekov: Did you guys know that a possible theory of what lies inside a black hole is that it’s an entire different universe.
  • Chekov: A black hole is created when a massive star collapses in on itself and it’s basically a big bang.
  • Chekov: So if this theory is true that’s how our universe was created so we’re basically inside a black hole right now with countless amounts of black holes with us.
  • Chekov: Oh dear god I’ve seen pictures of black holes colliding. I need to sit down.
  • Bones: Please it’s 11pm let me live.
You don’t have to try to matter. I see you, a pocket of space, stardust and meteor trails, I bet you taste of galaxies. Yes that is a metaphor but also not really because you are a collection of fragments from all over the cosmos and how can you be unimportant if the same stuff that makes you up creates the celestial bodies we search for every night? You might pick at yourself, find holes like gaps in dimensions, and feel as though they might suck you in, turn anything good into an abyss, but I think I read somewhere that black holes create new universes so don’t try to demolish any part of your existence, someone might miss it. I don’t really know all that much about astronomy, but what I do know is that understanding you is the first step of it. I think you are a star or even a constellation, every part of you means something and I haven’t figured you out yet but I just wanted to tell you that you are enough to wonder about and that makes all the difference.
—  Why I care about your existence

Requested by kingchiggy

Gallade may be a knight, but Gardevoir is as valiant as her counterpart. The pokédex tells us that Gardevoir will protect its trainer at the risk of its own life, expending its power to create black holes to protect its trainer. Black holes are some of the strangest objects in our universe: how can Gardevoir just make one out of thin air?

Naturally, we first need to establish exactly what a black hole is. A black hole is defined as “a region of spacetime having a gravitational field so intense that no matter or radiation can escape”. Any light, particles, or information that go beyond the event horizon of a black hole disappears forever, and simply becomes more black hole. You might have heard of a black hole referred to as a singularity – an infinite small point in space where some mass has been stuffed in. Simple black holes can be entirely described by two quantities: their mass, and the radius of their event horizon.

The keyword here is that Gardevoir can only create small black holes. If the sun was replaced by a black hole of the exact same mass, nothing would happen. The Earth wouldn’t get sucked in, the black hole wouldn’t eat our solar system. It would just be darker outside. Similarly, if you had a black hole with the mass of a paperclip, it would still be a black hole, but it would be so tiny it would hardly be considered a threat to our galaxy.

So to create a black hole, you simply have to stuff enough mass into a small enough space. Consider a fluffy marshmallow. If you squeeze and squish it, it gets noticeably smaller, but there’s still the same amount of marshmallow there. If you squished it down small enough, hypothetically the marshmallow would collapse into a black hole – and there’s still the same amount of marshmallow there, just now in a black hole.

The question becomes how small do you have to squish it? The smallest unit of length in existence is called a Planck Length. It’s roughly 1.16 x 10^-35 meters, and is the smallest limit anything can be measured at. The Planck Length’s existence tells us that nothing can have a “zero” length – the smallest anything goes is 1.16 x 10^-35 meters. This number is responsible for a lot of quantum physics and string theory, but that’s besides the point. To answer this question about Gardevoir, we have to explain why the Planck Length exists – and then (hopefully) things will become clear.

Length is a measurement, and by definition measurements require observations. If you’re not looking at something, somehow, you’re not measuring it. Measurement, therefore, is inherently dependent on being able to pass along information – usually through photons. For example, a photon from your screen it hitting your eye right now, letting you read this information. So let’s say you wanted to measure one Planck Length. Photons would probably be involved in one way or another – you could measure velocity and time to calculate distance, or maybe read off of a really tiny ruler. Now let’s say you want to measure smaller than a Planck Length: You would have to send something like a photon in to read it, and here’s where it breaks down. Anything smaller than a Planck Length cannot physically exist because a Planck Length is the smallest amount of space you can store information in – whether that information is mass, energy, or the encyclopedia britannica.

If you stuff too much information into an area smaller than a Planck Length, it collapses into a black hole and the information is lost.

Coincidentally, when you add mass by throwing something into a black hole, the radius of the black hole increases. If you added the smallest amount of information possible to a black hole, it just so happens that the radius grows by one Planck Length. 

Here’s where it all comes together. Einstein proved with his famous E=MC^2 that mass and energy are the exact same thing. Gardevoir focuses her “psychokinetic energy” into an area too small for it to continue being energy, so it collapses to form a small black hole. 

Gardevoir focuses its psychokinetic power into a tiny area, too small to contain the energy that Gardevoir is stuffing in. As a result, the energy collapses into a black hole.

Persistent Idiocy

So suddenly the guy I responded to isn’t a theist and yet he sounds exactly like one and goes around objecting to atheists. In any case, apart from admitting that he’s a sadist, he addressed absolutely nothing I said. He just restated his predilection: we must answer why the universe began. I showed conclusively why science doesn’t care about that question. If one super-intelligent being created the universe or if several alien engineers or simulators created the universe, then the evidence would support such conclusions. Finding these beings would be a separate task, but we would know that agency was involved. 

The science doesn’t point us there; it points us to challenging, counterintuitive, and outright strange concepts and probabilities. What’s improbable is that a god created the universe (and I hinted at philosophical theories of causation that will further establish the notion of an immaterial creator as very improbable), one that’s far more proficient at producing black holes than creating life apparently. Yet these same people want to argue that the universe was finely tuned for a species that’s barely distinguishable from its closest genetic cousin. Glad he stuck his tail between his legs and enjoys licking his wounds; hopefully others will learn from my response. And I guess he missed the part where I quoted from a book I already wrote because it definitely didn’t take “hours” to write my response. It took me about half an hour. Deplorables will remain blatantly deplorable unfortunately; some people are irredeemable.

People who, for example, take credit for and then gloat about someone having a nervous breakdown and spending time in a psych ward are irredeemable. Like I said, a piece of garbage, a waste of neurons, and someone not worth any of our time. We can leave him to his delusions, his anti-science “skepticism,” and his prejudices. I proved my point: he’s woefully and irreparably ignorant, daft, and proud of lacking empathy for other people. I also proved my overarching point: he didn’t want any answers, especially of the sort that disconfirm his predilections. That’s what I call persistent and flagrant idiocy. 

Good riddance to the German Trump supporter who’s blind to his prejudices: he’s not a racist, anti-Semite neo-Nazi, he’s not a homophobe who thinks gays are pedophiles, and not a misogynist. Plot twist: you may not know that you’re a misogynist because you refer to gays as “faggots.” When you do that, you’re creating a rigid distinction between masculine and feminine behavior and when you denigrate men who are feminine, you’re devaluing the very feminine attributes you think you’re defending. You’re every bit the misogynist as the people who say Jimmy “runs like a girl” or “throws like a girl” or “cries like a girl.” Like I said, absolutely blind to his own prejudices. Oh, and he used the term “noglet” to describe African-Americans. “Noglet” isn’t a term, but he clearly meant “niglet” which is a derogatory term to describe the children of Black people. 

Again, an absolute piece of garbage and I’ll certainly be motioning to have Tumblr pull down his blog. Then like some of the odious bloggers I’ve dealt with before, he’ll create another blog, quickly make it known that is him, and I’ll have that blog pulled down as well. Remember cultureshift people? That ridiculous pro-life blog from a couple years ago; the one who shamed women who had abortions and went as far as to referring to them as murderers? Yeah, that individual tried Facebook and I got the page taken down several times; now the person is on Wordpress and I’m working with them to take that page down as well. You people reek of rotting flesh, so your stench will be smelled on whatever new corner of the internet you try to run to.

There are a few people that tried to be like a hydra, growing another blog in the place where the old one was taken down. The head kept getting severed and eventually, they gave up. You’ll give up as well and I think your opinions are so severely dangerous that I can get Tumblr to block your IP address from starting another blog. I live in a country that values free speech, but not hate speech and speech that incites violence against other people. You have no right to such speech even if you’re somewhere in Hungary. I’ll be contacting the Tumblr staff, so gets to packing.

Why, why can’t I just stop thinking myself into a miserable black hole, creating problems that aren’t there. I have become my own worse enemy and I just can’t fucking stop.
—  B.L letters I never sent
The SQGT Story (Part 2)

Black Hole Beings
Unfortunately, despite being a primal force, the Black Hole was able to adapt to its situation. Like the First Freak, it was able to channel its immense power and perform amazing feats of its own. The Black Hole did so, creating a body to place its newly formed consciousness in. This spawned Marrow Prime, a powerful skeletal being who had a smaller black hole as a power source. Marrow Prime, like the Black Hole who spawned him, wanted to be the most powerful being of all. He attacked the Galaxies constantly, but he was repeatedly foiled by a man known as Uncle Swordman.
Years later, Marrow Prime’s rage slowed down and he became surprisingly chilled out. He was now as casual as everyone else in the Galaxy and became very good natured, though nostalgic over the “good old days” where he was a tyrant. The force of the Black Hole could accomplish nothing with a retired Marrow Prime, and spawned a new being from him: his son Kranion, the “Supreme Being of the Black Hole.” Like his father, he had a small black hole inside him that gave him life and power, but his body was fine-tuned to gain power more easily.
While Kranion was the new vessel of the Black Hole’s power, he was not the only child of Marrow Prime. Other black hole skeletons were born as well, quickly forming an entire race of power hungry, supernatural beings. On top of this, Marrow Prime had the Black Hole itself create a wife for him, Mama Prime. The former supervillain considered his now sitcom-esque life to be complete: he had a wife and kids, a TV to watch the news on endlessly, an anniversary date he could accidentally forget about every year, and a son who he could dote on to carry on his legacy.

New Life and After Life
Uncle Swordman had retired around the same time as Marrow Prime and became a hero of a different kind, a TV star. He was beloved by children all over the Space Ocean thanks to starring on The Uncle Swordman Show, which retold all of his amazing and death defying adventures. Although he was a bit out of shape, he could still perform all of his own stunts. Marrow Prime was unavailable for filming and so he was portrayed by a former wrestler named Blood Savage Bone Crusher.
Unfortunately, both Uncle Swordman and Blood Savage died when they accidentally drove a bus stuffed with bombs off a cliff and landed right on top of a bomb factory that was sitting on top of a hill of dynamite in a lake of kerosine. They promptly appeared in the afterlife where they met an all powerful being. He was not a cartoon character like the others. Instead, he appeared to be a live action human being; a skinny, pale, Caucasian man. However, something was off about him: a second body appeared to be moving under his skin at points, and his eyes would blink sideways when he thought no one was paying attention. Despite this, he was clearly a benevolent being. He was also a huge fan of the Uncle Swordman Show and offered to bring the two back to life. Uncle Swordman agreed on one term: a way for all of the deceased to be revived had to be established.
The Great Being agreed and the Death Permit Clinic was established. Upon expiring by any means, the deceased could simply wait in a long line and grab a permit which would allow them to return to the realm of the living. In an instant, death became a mere inconvenience. Uncle Swordman and Blood Savage were praised for their kind deed and the Uncle Swordman Show was renewed for 50,000 more seasons.

Supervillain Culture
Not everyone was happy with the Death Permit Clinic; the self proclaimed usurper devil Belial was hoping to establish an empire in the afterlife, but his plans were foiled by it. He decided to make his entrance into the realm of the living to find a way to invalidate the Death Permit Clinic somehow. When Belial teleported to Crazy World, he accidentally knocked over a can of Shuga-Load and it rolled down a hill.
Meanwhile, a bored teenager found the can of Shuga-Load, chugged the whole thing, and had a weird dream where he was part scorpion and ruled over everything. He woke up and looked at his favorite metal album, “Scorpion Man” by Scorpion Man, published by Scorpion Man Records, and decided that it would be awesome if he became a Scorpion Man himself. He found a live scorpion and Freak Out Slime from a meteor and drenched himself in both (don’t worry the scorpion was safe) and he crawled out as a half man, half Scorpion centaur. He proclaimed himself The Scorpion King, God of New Life, before his father called to him outside and told him to stop slacking off and finish his bio homework. Back inside his house he took out a piece of construction paper only for it to blow out the window.
The piece of construction paper landed right in a black paint can, owned by a guy who was painting the Scorpion King’s house. He took it out and chucked it off to the side, where the wind carried it again and dried it off. It landed in front of an art student who cut it into the shape of a grinning, evil silhouette to use as a stand-in for “the man” for his art project, only to drop it off of a convenient cliff. It landed in a pool of Freak Out Slime. Out came Mirage, a crafty shadow being who was a master trickster. He noted the strange coincidences that gave him shape and life and decided to spin things in his favor with his tricks.
Mirage’s first trick was to assume the shadow of an innocent monkey. Mirage, as the monkey’s shadow, became a demon looking creature that scared off the monkey. This event was observed by another monkey, Rick Mon. This fellow was known for being a demagogue to conspiracy theorists and was rejected by Crazy World’s monkey society for his evil ways. Rick Mon held a belief that good and evil were merely two “kinds,” and that the third kind, “chaos,” was governed by neither. Upon witnessing this event, Rick Mon believed that the chaos was finally spreading and that the time for him to establish himself as the bringer of The Third Kind had come. He snuck into the shadows to establish his cult, The Third Kind.
Rick Mon climbed a building to “herald the coming eclipse” and accidentally knocked a brick over on his way up. It landed directly on Kranion’s head. He looked around in annoyance to see who had chucked a brick at him. Ahead of him was Clown Cares Crazy Preschool, which happened to be made of bricks. Kranion, who was technically less than a year old despite being a fully developed adult being, decided that he needed education and would enroll in preschool, with the intent of making himself it’s principal.

What happened...

Hey Mod Tem!Frisk here to explain what happened!

Disclaimer: It’s fiction so I can screw it up all I want.

The previous pageset to the huge mess of black and white, had a singular abnormal thing appear in the last page

Oh look at that weird black mass! Weird right? Totally!

What is it? Essentially a black hole. Created from what was extracted from Chara. You know, the same stuff that removed the floor.

So this thing blows up and absorbs the underground.

Papyrus(WingDings) is the closest to the machine and exposed to the largest amount of the energy and determination. So in the “void” he contains the most form and determination to survive, you know, in Papyrus style. Motivating the souls to survive.

The souls all joined up (Which was hard to express but I tried!) with Papyrus, he controls their mass and recreates his form (He became an algamate with all the souls that were dragged in.) when he reaches out for Chara’s soul in the “void”.

It might have had something to do with this


Also remember during Chara’s story when this happened?

Man, that was strange…

The Asriel God of Hyperdeath stuff with the star-based attacks is making me headcanon that Flowey would get really into learning about space up on the surface. It becomes his favorite thing to read about, and he updates Omega Flowey’s design to be able to create black holes and shoot meteors.

In order to keep him happier and thus better behaved, as well as positively indulge his curiosity, Toriel reads about it with him frequently, and Frisk lets him teach them about what he’s read. They also stick space-themed stickers on his pot. Toriel buys those glow-in-the-dark stars and affixes them to their bedroom ceiling.

Celestial Ladybug

Celestial Ladybug AU! Wanted to do something with this for awhile but I couldn’t think of how to write it. Finally got struck with inspiration today! This is just a rough draft, if it’s well-received, I’ll work it into a longer fic that goes into more detail on tings, including past miraculous holders! :>

Two forces dance around each other, and they have done so long before dancing was ever a term. Even before there was mortal life. One was Creation, whose heart pumped out colors, light, stars, galaxies… life. The other was Destruction, whose heart created black holes and swallowed the all that came from Creation’s heart in the hopes it could begin to pump out the same. But each time, it disappeared into a black void, and no light came back out. Destruction was burdened by this, but Creation was ever so kind. It held Destruction in an embrace of sorts, accepted it fully. To say it in the most simple and the most human of words, Creation loved Destruction, and vice versa. Faults and all.

And as they thrived together in harmony, they lived through the creation of time. A baffling concept, surely, but one nonetheless. And as time moved forward, so did Creation and Destruction. One world created needed their help especially- Earth. They came across the concept of time on their own, and centered their lives around it.

Both celestial beings observed carefully, both afraid of the tiny planet throwing balance into disarray. And that’s just what it did, to the distress of Creation and Destruction, for on that tiny planet, war broke out. While some other planets had gone through it for a time, the slow demise of earth dwindled closer with nothing being done to actively stamp it out. For the very first time, creation and destruction were being used to fight beings who should be on the same side. Things were not right with the world.

When Creation pointed it out, Destruction couldn’t agree more. It was nothing too far out of the ordinary, but both decided to intervene. It took many human years for them to do what they did, but they were pleased with the outcome. Creation had created a pair of ‘earrings’ as they would come to be called, and within them lay Creation’s own power. Creation’s own heart. And Destruction had made its very first thing- a ring of silver that contained its own power. And its own heart. For there could not exist the heart of one without the heart of the other. They worked in tandem. That’s how it had always been, and that’s how it always must be.

Within a star Creation placed both items, filled with their essence, and tossed it to the planet. Now all they could do was watch, and hope the world found balance once again.

The first humans to catch the falling star were a pair of sisters. They loved each other greatly, and when they unlocked the power of Creation and Destruction, they were afraid and confused. For once they put the rings on, two small creatures came from within their depths. One was red, with black spots decorating it. The other was pure black, with ears sticking out of its head. One had eyes as blue as the sky, and the other had eyes as green as the grass.They introduced themselves, speaking the language perfectly.

“I am the heart of Creation,” the red one claimed.

“The heart of Destruction am I,” the black one stated.

Together, they said, “We have come to aid you and your world in achieving balance between out forces.”

The sisters stared for some time, digesting the information. And then they accepted it, for that was all that could be done. 

And through time one gave the red one a name, the other following suit with the black one. Tikki would be Creation’s name, and Plagg would be Destruction’s. Little did they know the names would hold strong through thousands of years.

Unfortunately for the humans, especially the sisters, Creation and Destruction had a special kind of harmony. A special kind of love. It had always been star-crossed, and lending their hearts to people of Earth did nothing to change that. In fact, it only seemed to pass it to their people, for the sisters were separated when their village split, and they would never see each other again in the physical realm. The rings were separated, and Creation and Destruction hoped with their entire existence that their hearts would find each other again.

And so it happened. Each time the rings resurfaced, they resurfaced together, against all odds. And each time, the holders of what would come to be called the miraculous stones lived incomplete lives. Sometimes they died to early, sometimes they were separated. Sometimes one would die and leave the other behind. Each holder was given a star-crossed love. And it tore the hearts of Creation and Destruction apart.

So, with what power they had, and given hundreds of years of time, they created five more miraculous. They hypothesized that the additional five, when together with them at the same time, would cure the impossible love between holders. Unfortunately, these miraculous would be stolen, and strewn about the world.

The first time all seven miraculous were in the same area was the year that two children were born. One, a girl, opened her eyes to the world and cooed in happiness. Her eyes matched the sky. The other, a boy, opened his eyes to the world and cried. His eyes matched the grass. And fifteen years later, both would grow up to be heroes of Paris. And, hopefully, holders who would not suffer from the star-crossed love so many before them had endured. Hopefully they would recover all the miraculous stones. But, as it had been since before time existed, they would need to work together for this to happen. And work together they did.


The ‘Caliborn created act 7′ evidence post

  • Disc 1 and 2 house acts 1 through 6. Disc 3 houses act 7. Disc 7 was never found, so we have not received the true ending on disc.
  • Act 7 in the opinion of others felt rushed, did not explain certain events, or show some character development, left plot holes and such all for the sake of rushing to the ending. Caliborn’s modus operandi.
  • Caliborn had been working on perfecting his art for a while using manga tip books as a reference. ‘Act 7′ was basically a series of anime scenes.
  • Should this all be true, the kids will undoubtedly go back to fight caliborn with the most powerful people they have. Those being the god tier kids. Which would lead to the events told be caliborn which lead to the sealing of the beta kids and gamzee, arquius and caliborn inside the juju.
  • The black hole created by Calliope essentially starts ripping reality apart, signalling the end of the universe. The same circumstances under which Lord English is to be created.

Fun fact: Gamzee is still stuck in the fridge. The fridge was on the planet where the two jacks fought dave, dirk and Terezi. That same planet got half of it sucked into a black hole. Where does the black hole lead to?

All according to plan.