#i found NOTHING else

[get-more-bald]

i have an unreal hatred for oppo rancisis

[musubiki]

balor 🥰

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[gauloiseblue]

This is Price. You can't change my mind

[catgirljaneway]

I deeply dislike the voyager fandom trope where Kathryn is everyone's mom and Chakotay is the dad. (I love found family, I hate "nuclearized" found family) That woman is NOT everyone's mother. She is however Harry's mother. Which is even funnier because from what we know, Harry seems to have a perfectly healthy and good relationship with his actual mom. He did NOT need to be adopted by an insane middle-aged woman but BOOM now he's got mommy issues and it's literally his boss.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

POV. You’re a foot soldier stationed at Heaven’s gate and the sexual tension between your boss and his second in command is getting weirdly high these days for some reason

Continuation of Paradise Lost soldier Mud

Doodling more of these guys. They hate each other so much, they should kiss about it <3

[spinostarz]

is this anything

[blueskittlesart]

collection of more favorite thesis pages from this semester! (+ my back cover and title page lol)

[magicpiano]

Through weird experiments, Ra's grows a Tim clone from his spleen. As in the new clone grew around his spleen.

Now Tim is a pretty pro clone guy. He is relatively confident that he could work things out with his clone and, at the very least, have a neutral relationship with him. If he is lucky, maybe even a good brotherly one! So no the problem isn't that this other guy is a clone, or that Ra's made him, or even if he was brainwashed to try and kill OG Tim or anything like that. No, Tim considers these all minor or fixable.

The real issue Tim has with the new guy is that he now has his spleen. Tim had been planning to steal that back! But now he can't because it is in someone else's body!

[litinalll]

Forgot all of the drawing ideas i had so take a scuffed doodle💔

[claraoswalds]

#mrs flood who are you: time lord edition

[grainys]

oh I bet outis was fucking TWEAKING when she heard this

[introspectivememories]

thinking about shanks and buggy and how the love was there!!! it was there and it was clear and it was real and it was tangible and it still was not enough!!! the love was there when they grew up together and the love was there when they traveled the world together and the love was there when shanks gave up on the one piece for buggy and the love was there when shanks dived into the ocean to save buggy and the love was there when they promised to go to raftel together on their own ships and the love was there when they lived together in loguetown in the hiatus before roger died and the love was there when buggy damaged luffy's hat and the love was there still when they saw each other at marineford after two decades and shanks still trusted buggy to get the strawhat back to luffy and the love was there still, still, still, when rogers' body was cooling on the execution stand and his blood was being washed away by the rain and shanks put out his hand, palm faced up in supplication, and said "i'm not going after the one piece" and said the words he's been saying since he was a child, a plea, a prayer, "come with me buggy" and buggy who had given up on his hopes and dreams, crushed under the promise of shanks' shining future and his brilliant potential, humiliated by his cowardice and his belief in his would-be king, his friend, his brother, his shanks, slaps his hand away, closes his ears to the plea, the prayer, the devotion shanks is saying, and said "i'll never come with you!" the love was there still and it was not enough.

[moonsaurora]

you know. it leaves a very bad taste in my mouth when people bring up the allegations against drake bell when talking about his abuse. it feels like “yeah this very bad thing happened to you, but you did this” ????

it’s like. you see this man disassociate at the thought of what happened to him. it being so horrible he can’t even say it. 11 charges against brian peck for what he did to drake ALONE, including but not limited to sodomy, forcible penetration with a foreign object, using anesthesia, and even filming it…like knowing all if this you still go “he also perpetrated abuse”

idk. i just feel like you can say that you feel horrible for what he went through and talk about that without bringing up his allegations. like imagine he’s sitting in front of you recounting the horrific shit he went through, and then you say back “yes that’s awful, but you did this”

idk how to explain it but it just feels wrong

[thevoidstaredback]

Part 8

There is exactly one good thing about Gotham City, New Jersey, and that his the sheer amount of miasma in the air. When condensed into a liquid-like form, miasma looks to be glowing green. The LoA called it Lazarus Waters, the Doctors Fenton called it Ectoplasm. No matter it's name, though, it's all the same stuff.

Normally, miasma can't be detected unless someone is specifically trained to detect it. Sometimes, though, the stuff gets so full of emotions and intents that it becomes heavy and pools together.

The League of Assassins are terrifying because they found a pool filled to the brim with so much magical intent that they can bring back their dead soldiers. However, the dead are meant to stay dead, and revival takes a lot of magic, so the miasma takes as it gives. It gives life and it takes souls, leaving only the worst. It's not an unrecoverable process, but it is a very long and tedious one.

The Doctors Fenton are more than terrifying because they found a way to imprint miasma with magic without one being completely absorbed into the other. It's an ugly and awesome amalgamation of magic and science, condensing enough miasma into one place, shocking it full of electricity and magic and intent, and opening a portal into a world not meant to be accessed by anyone or thing. A two-way door where there should have only ever been a wall.

All this is to say that Danny has plenty of experience with the stuff. Miasma is the stuff the the Infinite Realms are made of. It powers Spirits and Ghosts and Neverborns. A high enough concentration, like in Gotham, is like drinking four DynaPeps in one go without dying or other medical issues.

Gotham has so much miasma in it's air and water that Danny is honestly surprised that the G.I.W and their stupid trackers didn't clock the city well before they did Amity Park. He was also sure that him being here was passively cleaning it up, at least enough the the air should no longer have a green tint by the time he's finally allowed to leave.

All in all, keeping himself and Jason both intangible and invisible took almost no energy. Like taking a cup of water from the Pacific Ocean.

"At least they were nice enough to put us in the Penitentiary instead of Intensive Treatment." Jason said.

Danny looked at him even though neither could see each other. "You mean the place where all your Rogues waltz out of weekly?"

Jason huffed lightly. "They aren't my Rogues. They're B's Rogues."

"You wear a bat, though?"

"Same reason my name's Red Hood."

He nodded. "Got it."

"Do you?"

"Unless you wanna talk about it?"

"Not in a million years, weather boy."

Danny smirked and reached up to ruffle his hair. "You're learning, kid!"

"Stop that!" Jason smacked his arm away. "You're annoying."

"I get that a lot," he grinned.

The Penitentiary of Arkham Island was all high ceilings and narrow hallways. The ceilings were at least twenty feet up, painted with peeling white paint and stained with years of water and explosion damage. The walls were all made out of the same glass as their cells, letting them see into the many unlit, unoccupied cells lining the hallway. Every ten or so cells was a cement archway that was only about ten feet tall, the space above it being pure cement that had probably been white, once upon a time, but was now a sickly yellow color. The floor was the same smooth cement as the cells, though it was dark and only slightly warmer to touch than in the cells they'd woken up in. Hanging from each archway was a amber light, the white LEDs in the rest of the hallways had probably burned out a while ago.

"It's disgusting in here," Danny said, "No wonder this place is a damn prison."

Jason didn't say anything for a long moment. "It wasn't built to be a prison."

"Then someone must've changed the floor plan-"

"It was supposed to only house whoever the courts decided were criminally insane. They were supposed to be brought here to get better."

"Secluded from the rest of the world?"

"Yeah."

Danny hummed. "I can see the reasoning, but it obviously didn't work out. When'd this building get added on?"

Jason paused. Then, "Arkham Mansion was build just after The Joker showed his ugly face. When he was first brought in, the GCPD didn't have a place that could hold him, so they thought, 'Why not stick him on an out-of-the-way island. That way, he's only slightly our responsibility?' And then Uncle Harvey became Two-Face and got sent there, too. After that, the GCPD just kept sending criminals here. They never got better."

They let the unsettling quiet of the Penitentiary wash over them for a few minutes. They didn't really have audible footsteps, but Danny could hear Jason's breathing. He let himself breath just to prove that Jason wasn't alone.

Something told him that Jason had personal experience with this place.

Maybe exploring could wait a while. At least until he's alone.

"Do you wanna blow this popsicle stand?" he asked.

Jason scoffed. "And miss out on exploring this shit hole? No thanks."

"Hm. If you're sure."

They kept walking.

Eventually, they made it to the courtyard. The overgrown grass and weeds were all dead, dryer than sand even with the perpetual rainstorm over the island. There wasn't a fence, but the water damaged brick walls on all sides made it hard not to feel claustrophobic.

The back wall had four sliding glass doors spread evenly along it, two windows between each. The Northern and Southern most walls each only had a single double glass door, leading into different hallways than the one they came out of. The last set of double doors was flanked by crumbling planters.

They chose the last door and found themselves in a lobby. The floor was green granite, stained with what's probably blood and several other things. The chandelier had long since crashed to the ground, shattering it's lights and the chairs that had the misfortune of being under it. The doors leading to the rest of the Penitentiary were barely hanging on by a hinge each, and the furniture had been torn apart by the humans and animals that were stuck on the island. The entryway had probably been grand when it'd been first built, but it now left a lot to be desired, even if the ornate oak doors were still fully functional.

"I take it you've never been in the Penitentiary," Danny said.

"No," Jason said. He didn't elaborate. Danny didn't ask.

Outside was just as dreary as the courtyard, if not more so. The air was tinted greener than Gotham Proper and Danny had to fight a physical reaction at the sudden influx of energy he got just by opening the door. He wasn't gonna need a power boost for a long time.

"You good?" Jason asked, "You're vibrating.

Danny nodded. "It's a Ghost thing. I'm surprised you don't feel it."

"Feel what?"

"You seen the green?"

Jason stiffened. "The green?" His voice was quiet, tense.

Danny nodded. "The green in the air." He pointed to the gravel driveway. "That's supposed to be grayscale, right?"

"Yeah."

"Do you seen the green tint to it?"

Jason was quiet for a moment. Then, he exhaled heavily. "You can see it, too?"

He blinked. "Yeah..?"

"This is normal?"

"I wouldn't say normal. But for a place like Gotham? Yeah, it's pretty normal."

"Oh, thank god," Jason sighed. Danny could practically hear the weight lifting off his shoulders. "No one else ever said anything about it! I thought- I thought..."

"Thought what?"

"That the Pit..."

"That the Pit was still effecting you?"

"...yeah."

Danny smiled sadly. "Something like the Pit isn't gonna go away. It'll stop effecting you after a while, but it gives and it takes and it leaves only the worst in someone."

"What do you mean?"

"Humanity has grown to think that anger is the worst emotion a person can feel and act on. So, because that belief is such a large part of your learning, the Pit left you with only your anger when it brought you back."

"The Pit Madness." A beat. Two. "I wasn't angry. I mean, I was, in the beginning, but then I was just...sad."

"Grief is what makes you human. Mourning what was taken from you is the beginning of recovery."

Jason hummed. "You seem to know a lot about this."

"A story for another time, man," he said, "Come on, I wanna check out the Medical Facility!"

Part 10

[cataclysmictide]

"I cannot live like that, and it seems you cannot live any other way."

scared of my guitar - olivia rodrigo/tolerate it - taylor swift/unknown/unknown/exile - taylor swift/loml - taylor swift/unknown/unknown/exile - taylor swift/tolerate it - taylor swift/scared of my guitar - olivia rodrigo/red dead redemption 2