#Bringing back the dead

[jcollinswrites]

I'm sorry I worded it wrong,I meant turn Zaia to the living again since they are a spirit. English is not my first language, so I just place "like" in every sentence without noticing lol

Ah! No worries :)

It is theoretically possible to bring the dead back, but it is incredibly unlikely to happen. In this world, magic is not a solve-it-all. It has very heavy limitations, such as the laws of physics and the understanding of said laws, which is quite limited in this era.

In order to put a spirit into a living body, you would still need, well, a living body. Which already has a soul, so what are you going to do with the person who is inside? You could try to kick them out but this process is incredibly dangerous, the chances of success are near zero and you would easily end up driving both souls completely insane.

There is only one person in Egypt who can safely body-hop. You can guess who. But even he can only do it by himself only. He couldn't (and wouldn't) do it to others.

The other problem would be that Zaia doesn't want to come back. They want to move on, they just don't know how.

[obsessedwithtodoroki]

Summery:

Yasuhiro can see ghosts, so of course he can see the ghosts of his dead classmates, but what no one knows is that he may have a way to bring them back.

[smak-annihilation]

they really will make you work till you drop dead, and then, when you re dead they will put you back to work, making as much as they can off of your acomplishments, looks and even voice. if you ask me, i would say it's awful, but who am i apart from one of many MANY MAAANNYYY people displeased. oh wait

The dead don't die. No one is ever really gone. Etc.

[2014-is-back]

🖤Everything Is Embarrassing🖤

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Side Quest

"Okay, we're sitting here doing nothing for twenty minutes already," Tim crumbles the burger wrapper in his hands, absentmindedly trying to shape it into a sphere just because he needs to keep his hands busy. "Care to spill why are we here?"

"We ain't doing nothing," Jason doesn't even look up at him — isn't that a surprise — instead leaning back in his seat. He doesn't take his eyes off the window. Tim hates sitting by the windows in BatBurgers, it always makes him feel like a fish inside the aquarium.

"That's exactly the point," he debates if he should throw his misshapen missile at his brother. Not like it will get any more sphere-like, anyway.

Jason rolls his eyes and spares Tim a quick glance, "No, I meant, we are not doing nothing. We're waiting."

"Waiting for what, the second coming of Jesus Christ?" Tim succumbs to his heart's deepest desires and throws the wrapper at Jason. It hits him right in the forehead, score for Tim. And yet, the man still doesn't rise the the bait; instead, the motherfucker laughs. It's quiet and breathless and short, but it's still a laugh.

"Close enough. Has anyone ever told you you're the most funny when you don't intend to be, Timberly?" Jason smirks at him, and Tim really wishes he's had something else to throw at him. But at this point, his options are only the table and chairs, seeing that he's already wasted the wrapper, and he doesn't want to cause an actual commotion. Yet.

So he leans back, mirroring Jason's position, and crosses his arms on his chest. "I'll take it as a compliment," it's a weak retort, but he doesn't have the energy to come up with anything better. The recent murder case, one involving a sorry excuse of a cult, an out-of-town drug dealer and, by some crazy twist of events, three nuns from Missouri, has been driving him nuts for the past week, sue him.

He so regrets asking Jason for help right now. It's not even the matter of his dignity — it's just that Jason is not helping, and most likely, doing it on purpose.

"Please, do," the unhelpful asshole gives him his grand permission, turning back to the window. But, a second later, his whole face lights up like Christmas came early, and he sits up, "Oh, there he is!"

In the next moment, the door to BatBurger slams open, and in steps... a guy.

Black hair, blue eyes, lanky, slim build — makes sense why Jason never mentioned him before, Bruce would have flipped his shit at the sight of an unadopted Bat-bait.

Worn denim jacket with rolled up sleeves, black t-shirt underneath, loose pants and sneakers — nothing out of the ordinary, really.

Except the guy has a fucking crowbar that he carries on his shoulder, and both the tool and his hands all the way up to his elbows are drenched in something dark red and wet. Tim would say it's blood, but then, would the guy really be showing up here covered in blood?

On the second thought, it's Gotham. He definitely would.

The guy looks around and wrinkles his nose slightly when he spots Jason. Then, he makes his way towards their table, the crowbar still on his shoulders.

"'Sup," he greets Jason, and as he stops right in front of the table, Tim sees that it's not only his hands that are stained with red. There are splatters of it on his face and neck as well.

"You've got something on your cheek," Jason gestures to his own face, trying to show where said 'something' is. The guy throws him a deadpan look and then licks it off without second thought.

His tongue is a lot longer than it should be. Tim takes a deep breath, looking between the bloody dude and Jason. He really hopes that his face is expressive enough for the latter to read the 'what the actual fuck' through his eyes alone.

"Okay, just so you're aware, an absolutely marvelous kind of high school reunion had to be put on pause because you called," the guy starts, wiping one of his hands on his jacket. "So, like, explain your fuck-up situation to me in ten words."

Jason, the absolute traitor, looks to Tim. The guy follows him, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

Okay, ten words. He can totally do that.

"A sacrificial pentagram of dead nuns high on mystery cocaine," Tim says after a moment, looking the guy straight in the eyes.

He blinks. Then, he tilts his head sideways, like he's not sure if he heard Tim right. Tim just keeps staring at him — that was precisely ten words, and he is definitely not chickening out of this little-shit-superiority contest.

"O-kay," the guy finally says, slow and begrudgingly respectful, "I'm eighty seven percent certain this is about to be the highlight of my week." He gestures for Jason to move over and drops the bloody crowbar on the table before sitting just opposite to Tim.

"Spill."

[bet-on-me-13]

The weirdly competent Doctor

So! The Watchtower's Medical Bay is a hub of constant Activity. With the number of Heroes who work under the Justice League, there are always injuries, health check-Ups, and illnesses that need healing.

But with the amount of Variant Biologies that those Heroes have, it's always a guessing game as to how to help them best. Some Metahumans react positively to penicillin, but others react like it's their Kryptonite. Some Aliens have anatomy similar to Humans, others are so different you can't tell the Stomach from the Bladder.

So when they hired a New Doctor for the Medical Bay, they had to run him through an entire Course on Variant Biologies and how best to treat specific Heroes. It was long and difficult to remember fully, but it was necessary for him to know.

But then the new Doctor started correcting Them.

"Actually, Martian's react better to the Syrup of Eucalyptus Plants better than Penicillin, since Eucalyptus is very similar to a medicinal plant from Mars which they used in many of their antibiotics."

"I don't think just pumping double doses of sedative is the best way to calm down a Speedster, that could have adverse effects on their body. Perhaps try Psychic Intervention? Their minds move a Mile a Second, but if you can calm them down their bodies will follow suit."

"Of course you use Micro-Doses of Kryptonite to operate on Superman! What else would you do?! I don't know, maybe ask JLD to enchant your Equipment to make use of Kryptonian suseptiblity to Magic? The Kryptonite is just gonna give him Cancer!"

Of course the Doctors didn't take kindly to being rudely corrected by a newbie, and Fired him on his first day.

Then a few days later their usual Treatments don't work, and they decide to give those strategies the Quack Doctor gave them out of desperation.

And Lo and Behold, they work! Martian Manhunter is fully healed and feels much better than the previous times he has needed surgery. Apparently they used a different Antibiotic that worked better with his Biology. Which was incredible, how had they figured it out?

Another Doctor you say? One who was experienced on Martian Biology and Medicinal History? He would very much like to meet with the man!

...

What do you mean you fired him for talking back?!

[starfruitsomething]

He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think He would squander souls?

[zorangezest]

more of this miserable thing I made, somehow it became A Whole Au… no it does not get any better for them LMAOOOAOAOOA

it’s a father/son descent into madness! im calling it DON’T DO THIS, DAD and it’s mainly about frenzy and soundwave’s extremely ill-omened endeavours to bring rumble back to life. yes rumble is very much around and actively haunting them. no he doesn't consent to this

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[until-the-house-shakes]

In every universe where Regulus helps raise Harry (or Teddy) this interaction has happened at least once

Regulus: barty? Why are you he-

Barty: where is he?

Regulus: who?

Barty: my best friend. Where is he?

Regulus: evan isn’t her-

Barty: no!! My BEST friend.

*Harry and/or Teddy enters*: BATTY!!!

Barty: MY BEST FRIEND!!!!

[jade-bright]

Scott: Derek asked me to be Eli's Alpha, I'll take care of him Eli: *Blinks and turns to look at Stiles* Stiles, Eli's other dad: Dude...you're not even in the top 10 of people next in line if shit happened to Derek AND me Scott: ...well, who are the top 10?

Stiles Stilinski-Hale's list of Guardians to take care of Eli Stilinski-Hale (in the likely case someone finally killed me off, leaving my poor husband defenseless and killed as well; or my dumbass martyr husband sacrificing himself and I'm not around)

Sheriff Stilinski

Melissa McCall

Cora Hale

Peter Hale

Malia Tate

Kira Yukimura

Lydia Martin

Jackson Whittemore

Isaac Lahey

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Scott: You don't even have anyone on 10 Stiles: And isn't that telling?

[dcdreamer23]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The dog days are over.

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[tinybunbunn]

Big ol monkey sketch dump!! Playing around with how I wanna draw them and making them WAY too sappy goodness gracious

[2014-is-back]

Are you insane like me?

[weepingalaxy]

thinking abt fnaf again and decided to draw some of the kiddos (im so sorry abby garrett mci dci and random unnamed dead kids from security breach maybe next time)

[ialwayswantedmore]