"Darkstar" is introduced in Heroes & Villains as the supervillain name of the once-superhero Starburst.

Vereint Georges has always dreamed of being a superhero like his wall poster crush Blue Ice. So when he gains superpowers (strength, flight, invulnerability, speed–the basic package) he sets out to be what he thinks a superhero should be.

From the haircut, to the "I’m a superhero" voice, to the almighty poses, he uses them all.

And as a result, his superhero persona Starburst is universally mocked by reporters and superheroes alike. Including Blue Ice.

In a confrontation with Blue Ice, Starburst discovers some kind of new ability where violet light auras out of his body and melts everything it touches. He barely manages to stop it after it melts a section of street and sidewalk (and possibly a fire hydrant? I have to go back and reread that scene).

For a second, he’s proud of himself that he managed to get control. He looks up and catches Blue Ice’s–his hero’s!–eyes, and expects some kind of praise or something. Instead he gets derision and a general sense of "Get your shit together."

Vereint continues on as a superhero for awhile, but eventually snaps and decides that if he can’t be a hero, he’s going to be a villain and do whatever he wants. So during the annual Good Day Parade, he robs a jewelry store.

And that’s the start of his criminal career.

Stealing things. Displaying his powers to crowds as they hand off their wealth and goods. Trying out different outfits and looks to the enjoyment of the masses. And obliterating anyone that dares to confront him.

Every time Vereint "powers up," his metabilities grow.

In the Heroes & Villains universe, he falls in love with Warrick and retires from the super-life. There are occasions where he’s forced to power up (and violently kills a bunch of people, sorry to the squeamish) which grows his metabilities. But for the most part, his metabilities are just simmering under the surface, growing, but slowly. It’s more of a natural progression than Kanon-Darkstar’s power growth.

Because Kanon-Darkstar constantly uses his metabilities, his Charm is off the charts. It’s to the point where it’s more than just a registered weapon–his section of Megacity is under permanent quarantine.

Because while Kanon Darkstar can and does leave his Megacity to visit other places, he lives there and sleeps there most nights.

HV-Vereint can "power down," basically damp himself down so much that he’s practically a normal human. More durable, stronger, but at his depowered base he could still push a car or jump onto a second floor roof. It’s when he wants to move heavier things or do more metahuman stuff that he has to tap into his "inner power." But as long as he’s powered down, his Charm isn’t effecting the people around him. There’s not tendrils of influence going out, scrambling peoples’ brains.

Kanon Darkstar has kept himself powered up for so long and for so hard that even in his most depowered state, he can’t help exuding Charm around him.

And, as is revealed in–I think Allies & Enemies or Tuesday Night–one of the stories, a metahuman being around a stronger metahuman can make them stronger. (It’s all about the manna and the nectar zions and all that stuff from Timeline. It doesn’t matter for exposition purposes.)

Kanon-Darkstar is a powermaker.

Him just living in an area, exuding his presence all over, results in stronger metabilities in those that would have Manifested without him, and in metabilities developing in those that would have had a dormant Nor-gene.

In Allies & Enemies there’s statistics mentioned in the news about something like 80% of the population possessing the Nor gene, with most Manifesting minor abilities. Stuff like being able to grow their fingernails or heal their own skin. Minor stuff.

In the Kanon-verse, there are a lot more powerful metahumans because Darkstar is polluting the air around him with his very presence. And the more powerful metahumans there are, the more metahumans they effect and help create.

Kanon Sunfire is stronger than HV-Sunfire, and has displayed a much stronger–and deadlier–photokinetic ability as well as a devastating level of Charm-ability. Meanwhile, Kanon Melissa Kim becomes a superhero, but her powerset is a bit different from Blue Devil’s and she can’t fly.

no Vereint x Warrick = no adopted Melissa Kim = no Blue Devil

HV-Darkstar developed the gaussian blur he’s known for over time. There are clear photographs of the superhero Starburst, though everyone notes they look like different people. They could be brothers, but no one would think Starburst was Darkstar.

This is because while the gaussian blur is Darkstar’s metabilities visibly affecting mechanical equipment, it’s also a proof that his Charm is reaching out from his body. It shows up stronger closer around his head and face, but there’s no doubt that an invisible something is reaching out.

Because everyone that comes into contact with him is effected.

It is because of Darkstar that Charm is classified as one of the most powerful metabilities in the Kanon universe. So while the Heroes & Villains universe chugs along in ignorance, the Kanonverse understands that Charm is a horrifying and inexorable metability.

After a time, the League of Superheroes and other groups develop the use of "Charm proof" helmets for when they have to come into contact with Darkstar. But it’s well understood that the helmets will do nothing against long term contact or if the complete attention of Darkstar rests on someone. It’s better to not have him power up around people.

Thus the quarantining of Megacity.

He is treated as a god. Given everything and anything that he wants and whatever people think he might desire.

Some want his attentions upon them, feeling the burning glory of his presence against their skin and every bit of being.

Most people dread his attentions, glad to keep him appeased and within the confines of the Quarantine Zone.

"Darkstar is like a bear. A fucking dancing bear. He doesn’t know how to fight. He’s flailing around, punching and kicking and ‘oh look, I did a flip’ when it’s his ability to fly. But if you let that bear get its paws on you… it will fuck you up." — possibly from an LoS meeting where they watch video of Darkstar "fighting" a large group of people.

Vereint in Heroes & Villains has no real fight training. He never bothered to learn more than the basics he’s managed to pick up.

Kanon-Darkstar has more fight ability, but he’s still not "skilled" at it. Mostly because anything he hits with intent is obliterated.

It’s very hard to practice martial arts when you’re so strong that the world around you might as well be made of soda-lime glass.

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Faizel 02

Faizel 02

Author: Harper Kingsley

Genre: mm. urban fantasy. vampires. realistic magic society.

Where to find it: Smashwords or Amazon at the moment. OverDrive, Scribd etc. in the future.

Faizel is settling into his new life with Charlemagne. They’re living in an out of the way apartment that only Charlemagne’s friend Ewing knows about and Faizel is keeping his head down as he learns about this similar-but-different Earth.

It contains some NSFW scenes because of vampires and sex and Faizel’s demonic heritage.

Excerpt of Chapter One:

Sometimes Ewing wondered if they had invited a devil into their midst. Because there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Charlemagne was possessed. And the devil’s name was Faizel. Charlemagne’s darling love. The mysterious vampire that had appeared from nowhere to steal Charlemagne’s heart and rearrange the natural order of the world.

Ewing thought of Faizel as a booty call gone wrong, though he would never say it aloud. He valued his life too much.

Charlemagne wanted to keep Faizel secret, and Ewing was willing to go along with it. Because honestly, how could he even explain someone like Faizel? The guy scared the ever living fuck out of him, and that was no lie.

“Are you certain this is how you want to do things?” Deacon asked in her “I’m a complete hard as nails Law Officer” voice.

Ewing fought to keep still where he knelt on the hardwood floor along with the other low level vampires. It was pretty boring, but he wasn’t one to battle the status quo. He didn’t want to be tortured and killed.

Prince Lucian had summoned Isadore, which had forced them to go with her. They were ornaments meant to display her level of awesome to the rest of the Lords and Ladies, who had brought their own Courts. They were each showing off how powerful and bad ass they were, which meant uncomfortable outfits and unnatural poses for their followers.

It was a revelation to look across the banquet hall and see the other retinues; some of those guys had it really rough. Ewing only had to wear old fashioned clothes and serve imaginary tea. It didn’t seem so bad in comparison to what those other schlubs had to put up with. He didn’t even know what was up with the guy with the weird metal clamps on his face or the chick with the fish hooks through her nipples.

Seeing that everyone was focused on the drama unfolding in the middle of the room, he risked stretching his back and cracking his neck. He even dared to lick his dry lips a minute later before getting back to his frozen position.

Back when he’d been human he’d fantasized about what it would be like when he was Turned. He’d imagined lounging around wearing cool clothes. He’d imagined driving fancy cars and owning the city and everyone in it. Instead, he dressed like a complete hose-bag and catered to a woman that made his testicles shrivel. She was hot, with long waves of inky black hair and eyes that seemed to be permanently rimmed with heavy black kohl. She was also hardcore pathetic, though she expected them to do whatever she wanted.

He’d thought being a vampire would mean freedom. Instead he’d been forced into the life of some old lady’s permanent bitch-boy. His place in the Hierarchy was so low he didn’t even get to sit in a chair–he spent his time kneeling with his palms to the floor.

He wasn’t jealous of Charlemagne’s higher rank though. That guy was in a much worse position: he had to sleep with the old broad whenever she wanted. Isadore was sexy, but Ewing had no desire for her. Which probably explained why he was kneeling on the floor rather than standing behind her throne-chair all mannequin-faced like Charlemagne.

Stuff was getting loud and there were angry words being said. Law Officer Jenny Deacon was looking for a missing girl. She had requested that Prince Lucian gather all the master vampires in the city for questioning. She seemed to think the girl was in an Enclave somewhere. And of course all the vampires knew which one because none of them could keep a secret.

Ewing had never realized Deacon was so arrogant. Storming the Prince’s Citadel and demanding answers as though Lucian were a peasant. She was lucky Prince Lucian had the hots for her, because Law Officer or not, he would have torn her apart if she were anyone else. Ewing had heard the stories. But she was so raw to the job that she thought she could take on a Prince.

Charlemagne thought she was an idiot, and Ewing couldn’t help agreeing.

Ewing risked a peek to his right, and there that expression was on Charlemagne’s face. He had to muffle a snort. Most people would have thought Charlemagne’s face was blank, but Ewing knew the guy better. There was an extra bit of arch to Charlemagne’s brows and a smoldering flame in the back of his eyes. He was holding back a sneer through sheer force of will.

Charlemagne played his role perfectly, but Ewing knew how much he hated to have his time wasted. He had to put up with it from Isadore, but Deacon was only human. Charlemagne would never be indecorous enough to step out of line in public, but Ewing could tell he wanted to.

From the minute he Woke for the first time as a lesser vampire, Ewing had known the best he could hope for was being a master’s lackey. His place in the Hierarchy had been set by his biology and there was nothing he could do to change it. Charlemagne though, he was one of the lucky ones. He was of the master class and Ewing had never seen him hit his limit. He was strong enough that Ewing wondered why he took orders from masters that were obviously inferior. Yet Charlemagne would just bow his head and do as he was told. It was weird.

There was a loud crash and a load of screeching and Ewing found himself caught up in the show. The boring posturing was over and it was time for some action. He was reluctantly entertained.

The nobles had broken up into various cliques encircling the room, leaving the main floor open. The first time Ewing had seen it happen, he’d felt like he was back in high school being herded into the gym.

Isadore was next to Felix, as he was her Patron. They sat atop large throne chairs with their personal entourages around them. The lower level vampires were arranged in neat rows bracing the thrones, Isadore’s followers to the left and Felix’ to the right.

Ewing was supposed to keep his head facing forward, but that didn’t keep his eyes from moving. Being near the end of his row gave him a clear field of view of most of the room. He just had to be careful not to catch the eye of any of his “betters.” He wasn’t fond of punishment.

Deacon was standing facing Prince Lucian with one gloved hand knotted in the hair of a vampire man, her gun pointed at the side of his head. “Are you gonna try anything stupid when I pop this guy?”

There was an amused lift to Prince Lucian’s lips. “You may do as you wish. You are the Law. It is your job to punish him, is it not?”

“Good. As long as you remember that, I won’t have to come for you next time.” There was a slight ripple of outrage through the room; she had dared threaten their Prince.

Lucian’s laughter was a rich, touchable thing. “You are bold,” he said, like it was a good thing and not something that regularly got people killed. Ewing wondered if Deacon knew how much the Prince indulged her and how rare that was. Probably not. People like Deacon usually took adoration as their due.

“You are bold, Jenny Deacon, like a well-honed blade.” Prince Lucian waved his hand. “Take him as you like, my gift to you.”

Her snort of derision wasn’t exactly subtle, but Ewing didn’t think she cared. She had been disrespectful before and the Prince had never said anything about it, so now she acted as though it were her due.

That was a stupid kind of ballsy right there, but from what little Ewing knew of Jenny Deacon, she wasn’t the kind of person to ever back down. She was the lunge-lunge-lunge forward kind of person that always thought she was going to come out safe on the other side. She didn’t realize she was jamming herself headfirst into a meat grinder, and Prince Lucian controlled the crank.

“Who’s that guy?” Ewing asked out of the corner of his mouth. He’d never seen that vampire before in his life, and he’d made it his business to know anyone even the least bit important.

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THOUGHTS ON CRITICAL RACE THEORY (CRT)

Screenshot of Louisiana textbooks being REALLY racist. Like, SO much.

If critical race theory is so evil that it can’t be allowed in schools… Why is this nonsense allowed?

I mean, I’d be okay doing without CRT if the textbooks actually taught history and not revisionist nonsense. Because if everything wasn’t slanted toward “the poor plantation owners,” and if the word “slave” wasn’t actively being changed by textbook writers to deny the AWFULNESS of slavery, there wouldn’t need to be critical race theory.

Everyone would know that slavery is wrong.

That African Americans didn’t choose to hop on boats and work in fields picking cotton for no pay. That they didn’t choose to be collared and beaten and sold away from their families and friends to toil until they died under the cruelest system imaginable. That the slave owners were the worst sort of people imaginable and nothing to worship and emulate; just monsters in human skin, whining that they had to give up slavery and actually pay workers fair wages.

“Nobody wants to work anymore”–is a codified phrase used today with the implication that workers, “the lessers of society,” are to blame for businesses “failing.” Rather than accepting that their leaning on a failed business model–a pyramid scheme where workers are paid chump change while CEOs have golden parachutes–is the problem, they want to blame people for wanting a living wage.

There’s a reason they want textbooks that lie.

Because when they do evil things to workers in the modern world, they can point at those lying textbooks and say, “What are you complaining about? We paid to bring people from Africa to work in America. They chose to come and work in exchange for food, water, and a pallet to sleep on. Their lives here were so much better than back in their original country. They were glad to leave and come to America. They were grateful enough to call their saviors their ‘masters.’ They were happy to work for no money in return for a better life. And you should be too. ‘Slavery’ is just a word, after all, like ‘indentured servant’ and ‘whipping someone so much that they die.’ It’s the natural order of things. All workers should be glad for the chance to work, even without pay or any compensation. That’s what America needs to go back to: Traditional Family Values.”

Meanwhile, the percentage of slave owners/masters/abusers is MUCH HIGHER than the 1.4% they want to lie about.

“Don’t blame me. My family was poor and couldn’t afford slaves.”

“Why do I care what happened decades before I was born? Don’t make me feel uncomfortable about it. I didn’t have anything to do with slavery!”

In 1860, 90% of America’s black population was enslaved, and blacks made up over 50% of the population of states like South Carolina and Mississippi. To suggest this ubiquity of human bondage in 1860s America was the result of only “1.4% of whites” owning slaves would be, to put it mildly, an inaccurate reading of U.S. history.

Snopes (Did Only 1.4 Percent of White Americans Own Slaves in 1860? | Snopes.com)

The phrase “a ‘society with slaves’ is different from a ‘slave society'” resonates strongly with me. Because we weren’t a society with slaves.

We were a slave society.

Because like the earlier tweet pointed out–“They were able to reclaim their plantation but, due to emancipation (the freeing of slaves), lost all their property in slaves. The family had to face the new reality of planting and harvesting their fields with freed people who, Kate regretted, now demanded ‘high wages.‘”–the whole business model the South was dependent on fell apart without slaves. Having to pay people even a minimal amount of money for their work was TOO MUCH for a lot of slave owners/holders to handle.

Their businesses fell apart because they didn’t have human beings to exploit and abuse.

And FYI

The definition for “indentured servant”–

a person who signs and is bound by indentures to work for another for a specified time especially in return for payment of travel expenses and maintenance

–says right in it that it IS NOT SLAVERY.

To use the two interchangeably is disingenuous at best, and outright evil at worst.

An indentured servant signed paperwork to agree to work for someone for a prearranged amount of time in return for travel expenses, food, shelter, and pocket money. They had legal recourses in the event of abuses, and could even break their contracts if they had reason.

A slave wasn’t even seen as human–“lost all their property in slaves“–but as property to be traded, sold, and bred. They certainly had no option to say “I don’t want to work for you anymore” and to leave, because the ones that fled were hunted down by people whose sole business involved retrieving “lost” slaves to their owners for money.

And I added that emphasis there–“for money“–because it’s one more proof that the United States of America started as a slave society. Because the very framework of Southern society was built on the backs of human misery, to the point that their lifestyles collapsed without slaves to hold it up.

The fact that some modern Americans are trying to take us back to those times, and are using the textbooks currently taught in schools to do so, is reprehensible. I am disgusted by the whole lot of them.

And so, if the textbooks are teaching a false narrative, then critical race theory should definitely be taught in schools. Because everybody should get an oogy-creepy awful feeling when they read something like–

Kate felt ambivalent about the end of slavery, but after the war, she did her best to adjust to a world that she felt had been turned upside down. She married, raised children, and devoted herself the memoralizing the service of Confederate soldiers like her brothers. She founded the Madison Parish chapter of the United Daughters of the Confederacy, and remained active until her death in 1907.

In this chapter, we will examine the political and cultural issues that led to sectional tensions and, ultimately, led Louisiana to secede from the Union. We will also learn about the wartime experiences of soldiers, politicians, civilians, and slaves in Union-occupied areas of Louisiana and in the parts of the state that remained in Confederate hands throughout the war. Finally, we will examine the immediate consequences of the war’s end.

–Louisiana state approved textbook: Louisiana Our History, Our Home

–in a textbook used to shape and mold children.

Seriously? She was still teaching hate and being awful right up until her death in 1907? She spent her whole life being awful and shaping people around her to be awful? And we’re not supposed to believe that racism is systemic?

The United States was built as a slave society, and some assholes want to go back to that. And to segregation. And to a time when brutally murdering someone was okay if you could excuse it with “He whistled at my girl.”

And I don’t want to go there.

That time and place seems dingy and small. It feels like it would smell like sour milk misery and everything is humid like a sweat sock in use. Just moist all over.

I prefer history books that teach history. I want events as they were, without the gloss of “The Confederacy never died!”-madness or the revisionism of modern wannabe-slave holders.

And if we can’t have honest truth taught in schools? Then there needs to be critical race theory.

Because any reader should be able to look at the Louisiana: Our History, Our Home textbook and realize that it’s full of lies and biased opinion rather than fact. That it’s slanted toward pro-slavery views rather than expressing the simple truth that slavery is wrong.

And if children are being taught these biased views from a young age, and in schools, and everywhere around them until they decide to leave it all behind and face reality… Everyone needs critical race theory at this point. It should be on TV. There should be intros and outros to TV episodes and movies explaining why the creator chose this or that, and why this or that is currently and was always wrong.

Because critical race theory is simply the ability to look at the situation as it presents itself and see where the biased opinions are, where the author’s leanings are trying to take things, and to feel empathy and to seek the truth of what’s happening. It’s the ability to look at a map of gerrymandered districts and see what is happening there, rather than just accepting that life has always been and always will be unfair.

If people don’t face the problems in a society, they never get fixed. And some people will take things backward to when things “used to work” even if that old system was a failure that never should have existed in the first place.

The United States began as a slave society where everything was built on and depended on human misery. People lived and died to change things and make things better for us all.

And now terrible people are devoting their entire lives to oppressing us and our children’s children. They are writing textbooks that contort the truth. They are trying to change history as we remember it to further their own aims of dominion over us all.

There are people actively trying to suppress democracy.

And they’re targeting your children to do it.

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Flipping back through my Twitter times. To further some thoughts that maybe should have been left where they lay.

Like this robots tweet, that makes me think of that scene in iRobot where the robot is flipping through the air as it attacks and it’s fast and frightening.

I appreciate that they’re not risking the lives of real stunt people.

I think that’s a good thing.

Original seasons of Roseanne were really everyday life in the United States. Like, it was the first time they showed what life was really like on TV versus the romanticized versions of previous family-focused shows.

Before it jumped the shark, the show was a slice of real life. From the good to the bad.

And that story arc where Dan’s salesman dad comes to visit and impregnates Crystal before ducking out… ooh. I didn’t realize how much it had stuck to me until I re-watched episodes as an adult and the reaction was visceral, man.

It popped in my head: “She’s a single mom struggling everyday to do right by her son. She came from abusive relationships and has always done the best she can. Of all the people he had to talk up, why did he have to screw around with Crystal? Like Dan said, ‘You’ve known her since she was a little girl.’ So at the very least, he should have had the humanity to leave. her. alone.”

Yeah. The show used to be honest and real in those first few seasons. I haven’t seen the new series, but OG Roseanne was family life in the late 80s.

Did anybody else watch The Tribe?

Zoot was a total asshole.

They’re like cute little fairy creatures.

Dancing and bobbing to the music of nature. Drifting closer to the human encampment. Curious voices and tittering carried by the wind.

I have a sudden interest in reading the old Popeye comics.

I don’t want to buy them. I just want to take a little look.