#Reincarnating while alive

[emeraldlupin]

Confused about Naruto Shippuden the Movie Part 2

Part 1

Okay, continuing on. So, the barrier goes down against the stated rules, Moryo is free, and a despairing Shion falls into a deep, dark pit which is actually the inside of Moryo's body.

Speaking of which, Moryo's "body" doesn't seem all that different from the mass of black energy that went into Yomi. Sure, he has a bunch of hydra heads, but they look like they're made of the same material, so it's more like it's a hydra made out of magic. Shouldn't his body be more...solid?

As Shion falls, Moryo taunts her.

Moryo: There's no need for tears. As long as that light is there, I cannot absorb you into me.

The "light" he's referring to is the magical pink light coming off of Shion's bell pin. On a side note, the thing always looked like it had a drop of blood inside it, but I presume that's just the clapper, the thing that makes a bell ring.

You know, Shion should be careful with that thing. After all, it is pink energy, and as the internet and certain YouTube comic shows would tell us, too much pink energy is dangerous.

Anyway, moving back to the transcript.

Moryo Continued: But are you sure? [You want to die] You may not like what you see...the end of this world.

Shion: I am alive. Then Naruto is...? If things go as is, Naruto will...Naruto will...

And then we switch to a flashback...if a glowing man with wings? Uh...okay.

Glowing Man: Why do you not understand? If you combined your jutsu with Moryo's power, ruling the world would be simple!

Glowing Woman: Such folly...Why do you not have faith in people?

Glowing Man: Have faith in people?! Are you serious, Miroku?!

Then the flashback ends, Shion recognizes Glowing Woman, and we move to a different flashback with a non-glowing Miroku and a young Shion resting her head on Miroku's lap.

Shion: Mother, your lap is so warm.

Miroku: *laughs* You're such a baby, Shion.

Shion: I want to stay like this forever.

And then it moves to a third flashback, one where Shion is not visibly present.

Attendant: Why would you give such a thing?

Miroku: I will not teach this child any jutsu. That is my order!

Attendant: B-But...

Then it moves to a fourth scene.

Miroku (in voiceover): Here. Hold onto this [the bell] all the time.

Shion: So pretty! Is it a good luck charm?

Miroku: Yes, this will protect you from now on.

And then the rest of Miroku's words are done in voiceover, while the scene shows Shion still floating in the dark...but naked. Why the hell is she naked?! Why does she need to be?! Ugh. Let's move on.

Miroku Voiceover: No matter what should happen to me, keep your heart true. Even if Mother should fade from your presence, know that all things in this world are ephemeral.

And then it moves into a fifth flashback showing a young Shion watching as her mother is confronted by a released Moryo.

Shion: Mother!

Moryo: Do you insist on getting in my way, Miroku? Enough! I will not borrow your power. But you realize what that will mean?

Miroku: Shion! Your bell?

Shion: [Does not have it and gets attacked by Moryo, only to be blocked by Miroku]

Moryo: What?

Miroku: Do not underestimate the power of a priestess!

Moryo: I see...you will risk your life and pass...

And then the dialogue gets a tad confusing. The next words are spoken in a woman's voice. They say "through time." But this dialogue is said on a flashback of Naruto from earlier in the movie, and is then immediately followed by some of his inspirational dialogue. So...who said "through time"? Shion? Her mother? This is not good.

And Shion is glowing in this flashback and her dialogue is different, so I'm guessing this is the Shion of the present? This is just weird. In this flashback, Shion takes the bell off of her jacket, but she doesn't pin it on Naruto.

Back in the present, Naruto is fighting, and Shion's voiceover commands him to live. There is a flare of pink light, and Naruto's death at the beginning of the movie is prevented by a magical pink energy bubble in the shape of a bell that appears around him. It even rings on contact. Naruto survives, and the demon hydra head that tried to skewer him pops.

Moryo: *laughs* I have seen that power once before. Are you sure? Giving up your priestess amulet to a man? Fine...if that is your wish, I shall grant it. And watch as my body becomes one with yours, and those who tried to protect you perish! Yes! As the world of humans rots away.

Shion: *crying* This would have been fine...If I had know this from the start, all those people of my homeland wouldn't have had to die! Isn't that so, Mother?

And then her mother's voice appears in a glowing patch of pink light, wishing that Shion could have lived a life of peace and calm. An then it moves to a flashback of Miroku and an attendant and the bell on a pillow.

Miroku says that Shion's power...even one mistake and she could become a menace greater than Moryo. And the child would be unable to control it. In that case, they have to seal the power in "this stone," and suppress what would awaken should she die, even at the cost of their people's lives.

And then an image of her mother hugs her and apologizes for not being able to protect her or have faith in her. But Shion doesn't blame her. She loves her.

And then Shion realizes how she must use her power and she glows with pink light and...takes on some weird angel form? What the hell? She can see all the priestesses that came before her, even those that died young.

Moryo is shocked by this and says "So that's it. That bell holds this power of yours." And then she gets ready to sacrifice her life and take out the demon once and for all, protecting all those that fought for her...only for Naruto to ruin the dramatic moment. Shion loses her super mode, and Naruto tells her she's stupid and asks her if she really wants to die.

Shion says she doesn't want to die, and Naruto goes on about how you don't need to accept a destiny you don't like, and together they use the power of her bell to, what else, make a special Rasengan to finish the enemy. Oh, and destroying Moryo inadvertently make a new volcano in the Land of Swamps.

The volcano's light can be seen from Konoha, implying that it is near Fire Country, but let's ignore that and how it screws up the map. In the post credits scene, Naruto says to Shion that her priestess days are over.

Shion says they aren't. She must continue on. When she was inside Moryo, she realized that it was the evil in people's hearts that gave rise to Moryo, and who knows when a second or third will appear. She says she will no longer curse her fate, that being a priestess is her mission, and the power must be passed on to the next priestess.

She asks Naruto if he will help her do that, basically propositioning him to father her babies, and like an oblivious fool, Naruto says yes, though Sakura, Kakashi, and even Might Guy catch on. And that's the end of the movie.

.......What?

Okay, let's start tearing this apart. Reading through this, do you see the cracks? The reincarnation thing is already confusing, plus this plotline about Shion and the demon being one being, and now we've got Shion's mysterious power?

And that power was sealed in "this stone"? What stone? You mean the bell? That's not a stone. Or did you mean the clapper? And what's this about her being a danger? I want to make a joke about her really have too much pink energy, but I am still legitimately confused. Her only "power" so far is sealing and precognition, and limited precognition at that.

Why did that man in the first flashback have wings? The glowing effect might have been symbolic or a way to hide the characters, but who was that man? Yomi? Didn't sound like him? One of Yomi's family? Why did he have wings? Was he a tengu? What is this about uniting powers to rule the world?

I suppose that was what Moryo was doing in the beginning, but now it feels kind of out of left field because the Moryo backstory is on shakier ground now than it was at the beginning of the movie.

How many times has Moryo been sealed exactly? And what's this about "other priestesses"? Moryo said he was split between him and Miroku. What other priestesses? And if Shion saw her mother die sealing Moryo, why didn't that come up before in her motivations?

If Shion's power was in her bell and she gave it to Naruto, how did she get Super Special Angel Form? And why was Moryo surprised by the fact that her power was in the bell. He already remarked on the power it had!

What is this about Moryo being born from the evil in people's hearts? What about Miroku? Was she evil? Gee, it would have been nice to establish that or something.

The problem with this movie is that despite the impressive fights, the story is rotten. It's internally inconsistent and confusing in just what it's saying or what the plot really is. Plot elements thrown in without any build up or cohesiveness.

This was the first of the Shippuden films, so let me briefly compare to the first of the Naruto era films.

As I said in another post, the plot of Ninja Clash in the Land of Snow is not terribly complex. It deals with no complex themes, and is pretty straightforward. But for what it is, the plot is solid. It has the proper amount of intelligent thought and polish to make it work, remembering character motivation and story cohesion.

Princess Koyuki's motivation and characterization are clearly presented to us with proper establishment and no unfounded surprises. the loss of her father resulted in hopelessness and a cold attitude. And while there is a moment that hints at even more trauma (falling in the ice) that is not commented on, it does not create confusion or contradiction in the understanding of events.

But this movie? This movie only produces a series of questions.

Did Shion have a dangerous power? When was that established? It cannot be precognition, as that is not a public hazard, and only applies to her attendants, anyway.

Why does Moryo's body look so much like Moryo sans body?

Was Shion always part of Moryo?

What about her mother? How can Shion be apart of Moryo too if Moryo said he was split in two?

Is there reincarnation going on? How can that be if her mother didn't die in childbirth?

Is it the power that's part of Moryo?

Why was Moryo surprised about the bell containing the power?

Why is Shion's emotional breakdown, the moment we're actually meant to sympathize with this brat, full of contradictions?

Does this movie really have a fatalism theme going on or not, because those contradictions call that into question.

What is with that line about "other priestesses?"

Why is Neji's life story thrown aside when it could have easily added depth?

Why is no one all that concerned about Shion's predictions?

Why didn't they get going at once after the attack?

Why did the henchmen have to make a U-turn back to the Land of Ogres?

Why did the barrier go down when it was not supposed to?

What was with the angel form?

Why was Shion naked in that one scene?

How can you have flashbacks to things where Shion is not present if, presumably, Shion is the one remembering?

The worst part is that I'm not sure the plot point about the priestess and Moryo being one even made a real difference. What point did it serve in the story other than to be a mental curveball? Everything around that revelation is just headache inducing. Couldn't they have just gone for a simpler plot?

This movie is steeped in stereotypes and tropes. It throws in potentially complex plot threads, but fails to build them up or think about them.

Even a simple plot can be great if it is solid, keeps characters in character, and gets us emotionally invested in said characters and their plot. More complex stories require greater care to get right. There are more twists and turns, and you need to look it over to make sure it all works correctly. That's just a fact of life.

And that's not to say simple plots don't have any care put into them at all. An author can still examine every nut and bolt of a simple story to make sure there aren't any issues. But the more complex the story, the more work involved, the more you are required to get this straight.

Shippuden the Movie did not do so. When you look beyond the fights and the animation, and look at the story, the true foundation of its existence, it falls apart.

[teaboot]

you're so like. inspiring. or i wish i could be inspired. you reblog that post with the blue critter and you're like "im glad i was born on this planet". how do i manage to get that mindset. how do i manage to not want the pain to stop at any cost and enjoy what's still possible to enjoy

It's my first time here and I'm never coming back

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 156

Bruce is very much not happy. He’s stuck in an absolutely tiny body, with hands that can barely grip onto anything. Not to mention he’s somewhere completely unfamiliar with way too much sun and his body, what, maybe a year? He can barely even stand. 

Ugh. Next time he’s definitely not jumping between his teammates and an unknown energy beam-thing. 

Now if he could not wobble and trip over what was his outfit but now seems to be a way too big cloak or cape, that would be great. Actually it might be his gear just well, only his cape. First thing is first, finding out where- or even when- the heck he is. 

Danny is honestly blaming Clockwork for everything when he spots a baby that could pass as his baby brother. And he knows he doesn’t have any more clones, seeing as he cleaned out Vlad’s lab himself. So. There’s apparently a tiny very liminal-feeling baby crawling around in what is practically a war zone thanks to the GIW. 

So he could be forgiven for picking the tiny child up as he runs, because if the GIW does another attack or bombing… Yeah, he’d rather the literal infant be in one of the safe zones protected by altered ecto shields, even if there was no clue as to where they came from. 

[lovewhump]

I know webtoon can't be a 100% faithful adaptation of the novel,but damn,we were robbed some really amazing lines and plotlines.

Chap 116,the scene where they're in poison palace,in novel its longer,and also-

Ma Taepyeong is actually admitting that he's a bad father and said his son must hate him. Like damn,he said that to Eul Dongfang. AND CHEONSO HEARD IT

Cheonso inner monologue(mind you,I read a very butched mtl ) is like " There's time where I'm angry,There's time where I tried raising orchid to understand his feelings,but it all just in past.

Much time has passed,and I don't want to whining about what happened in those days."

Damn Jeong Madu-nim,why don't you include this monologue??? This gave us a perspective of how both Cheonso and his father think of each other,and the fact that Cheonso actually choose to forget all his anger toward his father.

Damn,this is such a good part,why did you cut it????

[brryth]

nobody is on more denial than the ppl on tiktok who just cannot see a smidge of sns because it's immediately "they're brothers!!"

[lem-argentum]

playing ff.xiv blind as a th.ancred fan from the beginning is so funny. “hmm i wonder where than is- WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WAS POSSESSED BY ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL BEINGS IN THE UNIVERSE….....” “hmm i wonder what happened to than after he was teleported from the- HIS ABILITY TO INTERACT WITH THE NATURAL ENERGY OF THE WORLD WAS SEVERED AND HE HAD TO FEND FOR HIMSELF FOR MONTHS IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE????” “yaay than gets to help us with planning our defenses :D- DID HE JUST DIEoh he’s not dead his soul was just RIPPED AWAY TO ANOTJEJR WORLD????!?!?” “ohh he gets to fight r.yne’s awful guardian figure i wonder what he’s gonna- DID HE JUST DIEoh he’s fine nevermind he gets to have resolved character development now :)” “aww okay we get to go to the end of the universe together, and he’s already gone through so much so clearly nothing bad will happen to hDID HE J

[skitskatdacat63]

Trick or treat (i am expecting brain damage)

Hello hello, I think this is a very relevant pic right now?

[plantaagomaajor]

so sad (but also happy and fulfilled) after watching "marry my dead body..." I really need to see Nick smile tomorrow in order to calm my nerves

[queseraphita]

it is so difficult for me to write within yoko taro works without it being super compliant because of how they’re written steeped in tragedy that i’m like what would i want to say outside of the relationships established. like i love the drakenier universe but usually when i think about writing its this longing to see something more or something beyond it. the most i can do that with is mikhail but even then i know his epilogue journals give me a conclusion within this series of works that i kinda of expected which is death and the longing to join your lost loved ones beyond.

Don’t get me wrong theyre really well written but its also super contained within that frame of time, it feels inevitable even when it strays into alternative branches and singularities because its usually ends so much more worse or if something does work out it comes at the highest price one can pay for defying fate and the gods; the monkey paw of yoko taro works.

i also like can’t imagine directing these characters away from the choices they make or some sort of alternative because alot of the time "They think they’re right" and or any other option they don’t make, everything becomes much much worse for everyone involved. and you know what that works for these works as a whole I wouldn’t change anything about that because thats usually what makes these stories work so well by asking questions and presenting a situation that’s subversive or challenges the status quo of what video games and characters are suppose to be and i find that really human but in my writer’s brain i go FUCK how do i do this without taking away what makes them what i love. stubborn assholes who try to do what they think is the right thing to do....

closest i’ve gotten to writing something with it is putting them in FFXIV universe because yes events could happen they way they inevitably do but i have way more options to play with or forces that can interfere with the way the wheel turns. singularities. Dark Apocalypse does give alot of room to breathe despite it being. Like that.

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Break 🤝 Ebisu - waiting for years to die and then realizing when the time comes that they want to live...

anon i don't know who you are or what prompted you to send this, but....... yes, I suppose? but also Ow why did you have to make me think of this

[emeraldlupin]

Confused about Naruto Shippuden the Movie Part 1

So...Shippuden: The Movie. The first of the Shippuden movies. I talked about it a bit in my geography essay, but I want to talk about it more, and summarize the really weird things about it.

There were design elements in it that were cool. I'll give you that. The battles were engaging, too. But the story...had issues. Big issues.

For one, why in the world did the gang not leave with Shion once they repelled her attackers? I know they said the guards wanted to assemble, but the world is on a clock here. Introduce yourselves on the road.

Two, Yomi told his henchmen to "go back to the Land of Ogres" to deal with Shion. They were already in the Land of Orges to break out Moryo's soul and his statue army. Why is Yomi only realizing now that they needed to go back and deal with her?

Then there's the issue of Neji. He's a main character in this movie. He, Lee, Sakura, and Naruto are performing the mission to escort and protect Shion. Shion tells Naruto that she can predict the deaths of those close to her and that he will die. This freaks Naruto out. Sakura and Lee rather laugh it off, which seems weird. But what does Neji say? He tells Naruto to not let it bother him.

That's all he has to say about it throughout the movie, really. And that's bizarre. Neji Hyuuga, if you know the character at all, had lived with an extremely fatalistic outlook his whole life, and he had reason to. When Naruto beat him in the Chunin Exams, he started to have hope and think that not everything was determined by fate.

But Neji does not remind Naruto of this, nor does he confront Shion about her fatalism by telling her his story. It's the most obvious thing in the world, if you know the character. Plus, the film is only 95 minutes long. That's not too far over the average run time for an animated film. You could have squeezed something in.

This suggests to me, and pardon me for saying so, that the creative team either did not care to do the obvious, or even that they didn't really bother to learn very much about the characters. Oh, sure, they knew about Lee's drunken boxing skills, but that's as easily as looking up abilities. It does not mean looking up their stories.

No matter the reason, the fact that they missed something that easy is deeply disappointing.

One other thing that confuses me about this movie was a revelation at the end between Shion and Moryo, the demon she was supposed to stop. Moryo tells us that he and Shion...used to be the same person?

Okay, let me back up. First, let me give you this transcript of what Shion says about her precognitive powers.

"Foresight is the power to protect the life of a priestess. When a priestess perceives her own death, the soul of that priestess leaves the body, and shows her past self images of the moment of death. At the time of death, she sees her attendants around her. The priestess tells her attendants about her visions, and these attendants believe that they must take her place in order to prevent her death. That is the set-up for precognition. Sacrificing others, so that I may live."

Writing it out just now, I realize that I actually have to back up further. This quote would tell us that the priestess sees her own death, and then she tells her attendants, and then her attendants take her place in death.

That...makes no sense.

Let's hold off on the past self thing for now. But this quote would tell us that the priestess sees images of her own death, and seeing her attendants around her, she tells her attendants, and the powerful devotion of her attendants makes them take her place. That's how those sentences read, correct?

Well, that's garbage. Shion has two visions on screen. We get to see what she sees. And what does she see? She sees Naruto dying near the end of the movie, and then she sees her own body laying on the forest floor dead, that ends up being a fake out. Her attendant used some jutsu to take on her physical form.

She is not seeing the moment of her death, she's seeing the deaths of others, just like the film said earlier.

And yet that paragraph would tell us that she always sees her own death, and that her attendants take her place. The way it says "sacrificing others so that I may live" even suggests her telling her attendants of her visions is an act of conscious manipulation, rather than the reaction of blind loyalty.

That paragraph also refutes the entire fatalism theme in the movie. Characters talk about how her visions are absolutely accurate, etc., etc. But if she is seeing her own death and her attendants are taking her place...then her visions have been defied. Over and over, they have been defied.

This movie can't even get its own facts straight. Of course, if she is sacrificing people to preserve her own life, that makes her a vile and awful person. I get what the movie wants. It wants her to see the deaths of others and feel horrible about it. But that's not what it said. Not at all.

It's a black mark on the movie's record. This isn't just a case of a continuity error with the series at large, this is an internal continuity error, and that's kind of worse.

Now let's talk about the past life thing. When the priestess perceives her own death, her soul leaves her body and shows her past self images of her death. Her past self. That means she reincarnated, right?

But Shion's not dead yet. She's only seeing a possible death, so how can her soul show her past self the upcoming death of her current self? Why would her soul be showing the upcoming death of her present self to her past self? Entertainment value?

And speaking of reincarnation, let's get back to the Moryo/Priestess thing.

Near the end of the movie, when Shion is in the place with Moryo's body, she finds Moryo waiting for her. Moryo himself has spent the entire movie living inside of the body of Yomi, the guy who set him free and whose clan used Moryo to try and take over the world before.

Moryo: How you've grown...you resemble Miroku. Let us offer our greetings to the young priestess. My name is Yomi. Long ago, your mother Miroku stood in the way of my ambitions. Do you remember that day? We had resurrected Moryo as our leader and the Thousand Year Kingdom was within our grasp. Your mother...if only that priestess had not been there!

Shion: [Being chased by stone soldiers] Stay away....stay away! [Her bell/pin thing puts out a pink light that slices down the soldiers.]

Moryo: Why are you so shocked? Could you possibly...be unaware...of your power? What a surprise. Just what have you been taught all this time?

Shion: Just for this day...each and every day, I...

Moryo: Honed your Sealing Jutsu? Then hurry over here...and seal me. Can you?

Shion: [Walks over]

Moryo: I will tell you. I cannot kill you. And you do not have the power to kill me. Because...originally, we were one and the same entity.

Shion: That is a lie! You are trying to trick me with lies!

Moryo: Is there any reason for me to lie?

Shion: I shall, right at this moment...

Moryo: The seal...refers to you and I becoming one. Your mother Miroku accepted that. Yes, Miroku, your mother...is within me! Because of the enormous power to ensure we did not err in using it, we have separated ourselves into two hearts, two minds, and we have lived remonstrating each other, thinking of each other, staring down each other.

Moryo Continued: Although before long, our names were changed to the priestess and Moryo. Light, dark, good, evil...such words cannot bind us!

Shion: [Puts up magic barrier]

Moryo: A barrier?

[Barrier goes up, but Moryo goes through it to attack Shion]

Moryo: You were too hasty, priestess. You should've waited until this one [indicating Yomi's dead body] decayed to put up the barrier.

Shion: [Thinks] It was to get in here... [Sees the box containing Moryo's body, but is unable to stop Moryo from getting to it. Yomi's dead body is blown back out of the barrier, but Shion cannot pass through]

Moryo: Once a barrier is up, we cannot get out. Yes, until one consumes the other. And that is decided by each other's chakra. Now you shall return it. My flesh and body. You have my thanks. That one no longer had the power to break the seal on the shrine.

By "that one," I'm guessing he meant Yomi. But the barrier on the shrine goes away. So much for neither being able to leave the barrier without consuming one another. If that were true, it should have stayed up.

Are you already seeing the weird confusion here? Moryo and Shion used to be the same being. Or was it Moryo and Miroku? It seems like Miroku was also the same being. But Moryo and Miroku split into two. Two. If that includes Shion, then Moryo needs to learn how to count.

Or is this movie implying that Shion is the reincarnation of her own mother? That's the way I took it when I saw this movie the first time, and I still can't deny that interpretation of whatever this is. I mean, Shion did talk about past lives.

For one, I don't see how that's possible if Miroku is supposed to be a part of Moryo right now. But for another...doesn't that break the rules of reincarnation?

There's far more to the end of this movie than I put down at the moment, far more to disassemble. But I can tell you right now that there were flashbacks showing Shion and her mother being alive at the same time.

Look, I am not a theology student. I do not claim to have an absolute grasp on how reincarnation is supposed to work. But my own understanding of it, from everything I have ever seen or read, is that reincarnation is when someone's soul is allowed to live a new life without memories of their old one.

That being the case, how can someone's past life and next life be alive at the same time? You're supposed to die before you reincarnate.

This confusion of mine actually ties back into the main series with the Indra/Asura mess. Kishimoto said Naruto and Sasuke were "reincarnations" of the two idiot brothers, but so were Hashirama and Madara. But both Hashirama and Madara were reanimated, which you should not be able to do with a soul that has been properly reincarnated.

The anime, when they fleshed out the story of Indra and Asura, made this worse by constantly referring to "souls," but then again, why wouldn't they talk about reincarnation that way? If my understanding is correct, that's how it is meant to work. But Narutopedia says the reincarnation is "chakra."

I do not know where that "reincarnating chakra" thing came in. Was it in the manga, the anime, the books, I don't know. Honestly, it feels like a cop-out. The realization that you goofed up and you're trying to fix your moment of "You keep using that word. I don't think it means what you think it means."

But I pose this question to anybody reading this: Am I missing something? Is there some nuance to the philosophy of reincarnation that I just don't know about? And when I say that, I mean real world reincarnation, not Naruto Brand Reincarnation. Seriously, am I missing something? I want to know.

More on this movie in another post.

Part 2

[emacrow]

I could imagine the amount of overprotective dad mode that Tim-Danny that had already formed if any one dare Harm his baby girl, even if it a daily check and flu shot unless it be Alfred doing or you about to be glared at with the most demonic look he can ever mustered(he is surprisingly very good at it, he had facedown God and the devil king before and God still is terrified of him and lucifer still calls him despite him not giving his number out)

You bet your ass he wearing sunglasses after destroying LOA along with baby Dani wearing mini ones and ear muffler because she is new baby.

He not living in a world for a another Crazy Fruitloop wants him as a Son again, he still shuddered remember both lives of over-obsession nutjobs. The fucking guy stole his spleen and obsessed over it in a fucking jar of spicy wine graded ecto talking all type of plans to it! His spleen! Not even Vlad would go that far beside ripping his ghost form out and creating Dan but still.

Here We Go Again

Tim-DannyTimDANNY started down at himself as his mind re-organized itself. Memories he didn't have before suddenly there in his head.

A whole lifetime as someone else another teen hero Phantom, his other family, friends,growing up

The Accident his death.

Protecting his town

Fighting ghosts

Fighting humans

Dani

Telling his parent

Becoming an adult

Becoming the High Ghost King

He blinked, something was missing

What was wrong? Why was he here in another life remembering now. Both his lives meshed together inside his head, everything finally sliding into place until he could almost hear a *click* and he no longer felt like two different people in one body.

He was Tim, Red Robin who used to be Danny, King Phantom.

A flash of green caught his eye, looking up he saw a small green note

Danny, You will understand soon enough,as to why you are remembering now, try once more in your efforts, 100th times the charm or in this case Dani's rebirth. Be safe, gather your strength. Return home safely young King C.W

Looking up past the note he saw his last failed attempt at cloning Kon, stepping forward he reached out and changed the DNA sample now being his DNA in the mix.

"..."

".."

"."

" SUCCESS "

~

Danny-Tim: * Effectively taking over the LOA and getting Bruce back with a baby strapped to his chest*

~

Danny-Tim: *Both him and Dani wearing sunglasses while he flips off the LOA base as it explodes in the distance*

~

Danny-Tim being the best dad to Dani while the Bats are trying to figure out just what the hell he has been doing and

"Oh my God is that a baby! You're too young! How did it happen!!!"

Danny-Tim now mentally well into adulthood: *deadpan* "Do I need to give you The Talk?"

~

Kon/Bats seeing Dani floating: "UM!?!"

Danny-Tim is once again a half-a after some plot convenience with the LOA and the Pits: " Oh she gets that from my side."

*start slightly floating in the air*

"See?"

"Since WHEN can you do that?!"

"Since always, keep up"

~

Danny-Tim & Dani:

The others

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Just an Idea

[alexiroflife]

"in every life"

curse reincarnation, fluff

ryomen sukuna x reader

Synopsis: you, a former sorcerer and sukuna's wife, are killed in the heian era. sukuna does not believe in a life without you, so he takes it upon himself to bring you back a thousand years later

to sum it up: you are sukuna's life, and no matter how long he has to wait, he will bring you back to him by any means necessary

WC: 3,621

Warning(s): angst in the beginning, reader death (but you're revived), brief icky descriptions of a vessel's possession

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Sukuna remembers the exact moment you left him, soul fluttering almost gracefully from your eyes as your body fell limply into his four arms.

The moment replays in his mind as though it had only happened yesterday, or perhaps as recently as a few hours prior. Time has never been something the king of curses worried himself over, for his strength and existence exceeded such mortal constructs, but when his thoughts wander to you as frequently as air fills and deflates from his lungs, the very concept grows skewed and suddenly, time is a matter of great importance to him.

A king is nothing without his queen beside him, his rock, his partner, and that is what you are. That is what you were, but Sukuna refuses to address you in any form of past tense because your temporary withdrawal from the planet and from his side would never alter the fact that you are his, that you have been his, and that you will be his until the end of time. 

Sukuna has never been one for romantics, for connections that tie his free spirit down from the unfettered, terrifying rule that he leads, but when you entered his life, his opinions shifted and his ambitions changed, making room for you at his side upon his throne. 

The two of you had been married for years before you left him. Sukuna had never bothered to count, but now he finds himself mulling over the years’ contents in search of a piece of your memory that can stay with him until the time comes for you to return to his hand. 

When you were alive, Sukuna never fathomed you leaving his side. He almost feels he should punish you for so abruptly taking an absence from him without permission, castigating your spirit until he feels that the space you once occupied close to him emanates remnants of an apology, of guilt, of a promise to never do such a foolish thing ever again. 

When you were alive, you were a sight to behold, a perfect fit for the title of his wife. You were deserving of each and every privilege he bestowed upon you; of holding his face in your small, dainty hands, of pressing your lips to the textured plate of his face, of throwing your legs over his thighs as you settle onto his lap with a large, burly arm coming around you and securing you there for all of his servants and former concubines to see how high you sit amongst him and how low they remain beneath the two of you. 

You always said what you were thinking. While he ensured that everyone within and outside of his temple feared him, you were always unaffected by his intimidating presence. He remembers one instance in which you were lying beneath him, a mess of silk fabrics swarming your bare figure over your reserved place in his bed with your hair splayed out messily over the pillows and your eyes weighted with a foolish look of what he could only describe as enchantment and tender allegiance.

He feels the ghost of your fingers trace his jaw as he looks down at you quietly, dwarfing you in his mass. A smile touches your soft lips with a rosy hue swirling over your (s/c) skin. 

“Your eyes are quite beautiful.”

Your voice is a whisper of past enamorations through Sukuna’s ear as his brows arch in reminiscence. He remembers how he glared at you in confusion, face hard though he always allowed you to continue admiring him, to continue touching him without consequence. His eyes, which mirror the color of fresh, crimson blood as he has watched it gurgle from the mouths and limbs of his victims, staining the streets, his hands, and his monstrous legacy, are windows you believe to be… beautiful.

Your sentiments never failed to befuddle him. He never did understand why you associated such a ferocious beast with beliefs so light and pure. He is not beautiful, he had thought. He never desired to be beautiful. He is simply Ryoman Sukuna, enough of himself to be categorized in unique isolation, separate from your labels of aesthetic charm and peace. 

You’re silly. Silly with love and submission, he thinks, but he has never denied you of these admirations though he fails to agree. 

Besides, you are his wife. He would have allowed you to worship him in any way you pleased if you asked, and in truth, you hardly did ask. You knew what you were to Sukuna, how you and only you remained the only soft spot that the salmon haired demon withheld in his breast. You were beyond requesting approval to love him in the ways you saw fit, and Sukuna was pleased because you knew, in all spaces, that you were his and he was yours. 

Among all the trophies of battles won, of cities conquered, of titles obtained, you are Sukuna’s greatest prize. 

His love for you was always silent, long glances and grips of the waist, orders to slaughter on your behalf and the pat of his hand over his beefy thigh to beckon you over. His love was an unrestrained space for you to express your desires, to demand his attention, and his compliance with a veil of frustration poorly masking his easy willingness to give you anything you pleased. His love was long, sleepless nights, the marking of his territory by means of stinging bites and purple bruises over your smooth skin that no living being in his wake could mistake for anything but a reminder of your connection to him. 

His love was you incarnate, just a woman before hell’s greatest crown, but his love no less. His wife. His queen. His eternity.

Sukuna does not know why he mourned you when you died. He found himself reacting impulsively, in a short-lived panic when your blood spilled over his skin and your eyes lost the light that he’d been following through the tunnel of his rein for years. 

He knows death is a taboo concern only for mortals to fret over, but when you die, he feels as though he has died himself. Your life flashes before his eyes, your time with him, and this strange ache swarms his body and manifests as a ball in his throat as his ruby hues melt over you in alarm. 

He struggles to accept your parting. He’s viciously angry, a horrible wreck that his servants fear stepping too close into proximity as the time passes and your vacancy weighs itself over his temple and his body like a mountain. He had believed your death to be painful, but the period that follows, the period of waiting stings him like no pain he has endured before. 

A king needs his queen, and without you, no matter for how long, he feels empty. He rampages his heartache away, but it no longer holds the satisfaction it did when you were with him, watching from the sidelines and cheering him on. His estate feels colder somehow, the dent you’ve left in his bed losing its shape and the memory of you fading from others’ minds, but not from his. Never from his. 

Sukuna knows that he will see you again. In any era, no matter how much farther into the future, he will find you once more, bring you back to his embrace, and dust off the crown that he has reserved for your pretty head alone. 

He holds onto a piece of you, storing it safely, awaiting the time to revive you even within his own cursed slumber after having sealed himself for a millenia, severing parts of him and scattering it over the country.

You, however, remain stowed safely in one place. A place he will remember to return to when he reawakens in rebirthed flesh.

Now, a millenia following your untimely death, Sukuna stares emptily at the woman before him, curling and tossing around with bound wrists and ankles at his feet.

She’s crying, screams of horror rising into the starry sky as Sukuna’s eyes glint menacingly beneath the moonlight. He watches her carefully, curling his lips. He looks at this pest, this fragile, forgettable mortal woman and sees everything that you are not. For a moment, he hesitates, his fingers clutching over the ancient parchment wrapped object he holds protectively within his grasp at his side. 

His brows draw together in frustration induced by your vessel. He knows he picked wisely, however, he can not deny the hesitation that captures his mind when he contemplates whether this vessel will do your worth justice. Whether it will truly bring you back the way he plans for you to be. 

He holds up the object in his hand, your energy emitting from behind the paper and through his veins, easing into his blackened soul. You are practically calling to him, holding his hand, murmuring into his ear that it will be okay. 

Sukuna is reminded then and there solely by the spirit of you that nothing in this world could even begin to dwindle the brilliance in which you shine, that even within the body of a bird or a squirrel, your essence would burst through. You will reincarnate wholly as how you left him, and as nothing less. 

With a heavy exhale through his nose, Sukuna unravels the object, tossing the parchment to the ground, and takes a step forward to approach the young woman squirming in the grass before him. He walks over her, feet planted on either side of her figure, and bends down. Her eyes go white with terror as snot and tears dribbles over her nose and down her cheek. Sukuna looks into her coldly, grasping a hand over her face and digging his black nails into her jaw. 

She shudders an agonizing, shrill screech that is soon muffled by the manner in which Sukuna squeezes her cheeks inward and forcefully pries her mouth open. 

With a steely, disconnected glare, Sukuna takes the object imbued with your cursed energy, your ring finger. He pulls your wedding band from the decrepit digit and pushes it to the woman’s lips. Her eyes go wide as she chokes over her jaw’s lack of mobility, and the taste of something foreign and timeworn on her tongue. Her stuttered, whimpering gasps release and she gargles once Sukuna pushes the object down her throat. He slaps his hand back over her mouth as it slides down her throat and she twitches uncontrollably, eyes cracking with red veins. 

The king of curses holds her still as her body flops wildly, her chest lurching forward and limbs flying about. Her body can not handle the intrusion of a thousand year old sorcerer’s influence, so it fails. Her eyes roll into her skull and her fingers twitch once her limbs have stilled in the grass. A symphony of crickets chirping lifts into Sukuna’s ears as the woman beneath him goes completely silent, dead, still.

He waits. After a millennia of existence confined to cursed flesh, after years of the cold left in your wake nipped at his skin, after battling bodies for dominance over a vessel, he waits just a few seconds more for you.

After it seems as though he has lost you for a second time, the body’s eyes flicker. Sukuna stills above you, pupils shrunken in anticipation.

Movement shifts beneath him. A chest rises, and breathing begins steadily through it. The color of this vessel’s skin shifts, transitioning slowly, milking into the hue of gentle (s/c) that Sukuna once caressed with his rough fingers. Color flushes through pale cheeks, and irises of (e/c) roll back from the skull and stare widely ahead, directly into Sukuna’s gaze. Finally, your voice comes, a gentle hum of confusion and discomfort as you regain your lost senses.

Sukuna’s heart skips as the familiar warmth of your body emanates from beneath him again, and his hand is slowly sliding from your parted lips. He feels as though he’s just run a marathon despite his inability to wind himself. He breathes out heavily, gradually, and silence envelopes the two of you in the darkness of the late night. 

While Sukuna had planned this from the very moment you went dead in his hands, he feels somehow starstruck by you. You look as beautiful as you were centuries in the past, skin smooth, brows curled, lips soft as though you had not been gone from his life for more than a brief second. You have returned to him as he had thoughtfully calculated, and yet, he can not fathom the fact that you are here at long last, mere centimeters away, manifested into truth by his graze of your chin. 

The muscles in your brows pull together in disbelief, glimmering eyes shining over as you take in the sight before you. The last thing you felt was a blade slicing into your heart and ripping down through your body, the last vision of Sukuna racing to throw you into him as your opponent met his end with the selective mutilation of his internal organs at your husband’s hard, feral, red glance.

You blink hurriedly, shooting a hand out to your husband’s bicep. “...Ryo?” you whisper in a trembling voice, knowing him by gaze and presence and touch alone. 

The said demon’s brows angle and his body lurches forward with a sharp exhale upon hearing your voice utter his name outside of the confines of his mind’s nostalgia and imagination. He is overcome by the return of you to him, eyes fiery with longing for his once lost love and shoulders aching as the weight that had been crushing down finally releases. The sensation of your fingers curling over his arm sends chills down his spine, for time has never altered Sukuna’s course of existence, but time tells in the way he physically shivers when your loving contact revives on his skin after having been stripped of him for what feels like eternity.

Tears pool in your eyes and your shaky hands raise to smooth over his face, exploring his marked skin and familiarizing yourself with the structure of the being you fell in love with many lifetimes ago. Sukuna’s brow flinches as you feel over his face, and his own palm cradles over your cheek, dwarfing your head in the fashion it always used to as the back of his fingers skim over your heated flesh. 

“Ryomen,” you say his name again, voice crumbling and your shoulders jerking in awe.

He trips down into you, hands clutching over your head as you guide his face down with his hasty movements. Your name tumbles hoarsely from his rumbling voice, against your lips, and slotting into your mind in a haze as his lips meet yours urgently. 

You cry gently into him, lips parting and pushing back in as he kisses you fervently, savoring you, burrowing you into his body’s memory to recover the time he has spent deprived of you. Your hands fly over his neck, down his back, detailing the ridges and the muscles rippling beneath the fabric of his shirt that you know so well. He presses himself down into you, pulling you in closer by your head, flushing your chests together to intertwine your souls once more. Heady grunts and growls heave into your mouth between frenzied, stunned, satisfied kisses, and each time a tear of yours catches into the liplock, Sukuna is pulling it into his lips, saltiness swirling through the sweet release of his misery. 

He’s missed you. So very much, he’s missed you. He doesn’t know how he has managed to go so long without you now that you are here again, now that he is holding you again, kissing you again. 

“My king,” you whimper when you get a chance to break away, foreheads bumping as Sukuna shushes you gently.

“Do not fret, peach,” he soothes you, lips brushing yours as his now loving gaze spills into your own. “You are alright.”

Despite Sukuna’s ruthlessness and his wild murderous expeditions, as well as his blood-curdling tone that further accentuates the weight of his threats when thrown into the direction of others, Sukuna melts into calmness for you, his low voice mellow and meditative, enraptured in the peace that you bring him. You know all sides of your dear husband, and yet this is the rawest side of him that you know, that he treats you with. 

“What happened?” you whisper as his hands run over you, catching your tears and tracing the curves of your flesh. “Where are we?”

“In the garden,” he answers you easily, kissing the corner of your mouth gently. 

“At… at home?” 

He hums in affirmation, leaning back just a bit to stare into you. The pairs of your eyes shine as they absorb the image of one another, still and sincere. Grass tickles your ears and your arms, and you look down, realizing that you are lying in a patch of greenery. You slowly tilt your head to the side, and Sukuna keeps his gaze glued to you like you will disappear before him. Your eyes capture the stems of daffodils and lavender that sprout around your head, pointing into the night sky and swaying gently in the warm breeze. You recognize the plants as the ones you had always taken to tending by the creek behind Sukuna’s temple, which he had the servants fashion as a suitable garden for you to indulge in. 

You do not recall being here last. You recall dying. You recall your world going dark.

You turn back to meet his heavy eyes. “What did you do?”

He is silent for a moment, taking his time to study you before answering as though the question is the simplest one he has ever been asked. “I have brought my queen back to me. As I have always sworn to do if we were ever separated.”

“...How long have we been separated?”

“It does not matter.”

“How long was I away from you, Ryo? How long did I leave you for?”

“It does not matter,” he reiterates gently yet ever so firmly. “Do not think of it.”

“Please-” you frown, eyes shining over again. “I hadn’t- I didn’t mean to leave you. I don’t know how I even let it happen… I can’t imagine what that must have gone through…”

Ryomen catches the guilt in your gorgeous eyes and he is quick to gather you up in his arms. He pulls you up slowly, keeping your eyes locked as you allow him to lift you from the ground with his arms wound tightly over your waist. Your hands go to Sukuna’s shoulders as he kneels over you, keeping you steady and upright, face to face, nose to nose, eye to eye. 

“I refuse to allow the first thing you do in reincarnated life to be reminding me of what life was like without you,,” he says. “I do not wish to revisit it. It does not matter,” he repeats for a third time. 

You tilt your head with the tug of your lips downward sadly, threading your hands through his pink locks and holding onto the nape of his neck. The moonlight milks over you regally, as though the stars have aligned for this very moment, to illuminate you both in the universe’s joyous eye. You swallow hard. “Am I a curse?”

“You are my wife. I will not tolerate you labeling yourself as anything different..”

You inhale deeply, bringing your forehead back to him and closing your eyes. His arms pull you in tight, rhythmic breaths easing you into this reality complacent, affectionately, lovingly. 

“I’m sorry I left you, my love,” you murmur.

Now that he’s heard you apologize, seen your remorse sparked by something out of your control, he doesn’t fare well with it. 

You are not a plague to him, a burden, and telling him that you are sorry in his mind now insinuates such. Even after leaving him, after stealing away his warmth, after haunting his slumber and his consciousness for eons, he does not fault you. He would never fault the woman he chose to keep by his side in wellness and in death. 

He does not accept your apology. You have done nothing but love him, yet Sukuna is the one who should have protected you. 

He runs a hand over the back of your head, down your hair, and exudes his message of impenetrable love to you through his embrace and sweltering red eyes. “All I ask of you is that you stay. In this era and the next. Stay by my side as you are meant to be.”

You nod eagerly against him. “I will,” you whisper. “I will, I promise.”

Sukuna reaches down at his side for the ring he had set down. With one hand to your back, he pulls your wedding band forward and presents it to your twinkling eye. You gasp. 

“You still have it,” you sigh.

“In what world would I not?” 

You bring your hand down, spreading your fingers, and you watch as the kind of curses slips the rusted treasure over your finger, fitting it perfectly into place with the renewal of your marriage and the reunion of your hearts.

You admire the way it looks upon your hand happily, and Sukuna drags you back into his lips, pecking you tenderly before moving back in with his hands firm to you. You shift further up so that his arms can completely take you in, heads bumping as your lips swim together in commemoration of a rebirth into a new life.

[hershelwidget]

Came up with two different guys with a connection to sight

Silon is LITERALLY the God of Sight and is physically linked to the Universe itself and is also known as the Ethereal Therapist

Sightserve is an impressively fruity little man who serves an evil overlord in my friend’s story

I think they know each other. Somehow they know each other but I just don’t know How and Why

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

So after having a sort of redemption arc, Dan goes to Clockwork and asks if him could be reincarnated. CW agrees and Dan becomes Bruce Wayne, with all his memories intact.

(He’s still in the same universe as before so Danny (18), Dani(16), Jazz(20), etc are still alive and kicking)

He still has his Batman training montage but when he goes to Circus Haley he takes in Dick Grayson because he doesn’t want the boy to be fueled with anger like he was after the Nasty Burger accident.

So, Robin takes flight.

Bruce never mentions his previous life to Dick, and whenever he has to deal with a ghost issue, Alfred covers for him. Alfred obviously knows.

Bruce adopts Jason, Tim, Cass, Duke and when Damian comes around, Bruce’s sees someone so angry, so hurt he decides to get his shit together to parent right.

When Jason returns, Bruce figures out the entire Pit madness thing and fixes that for him.

(If he has a romantic relationship with Talia, Selina, Clark etc is up to you) (I personally ship Hal and Bruce together in this AU)

Maybe one day, he gets injured.

Badly.

He’s bleeding green and he flickering between his Humana and ghost form while his children watch in horror.

The only solution is to call Danny and Dani

Any media is welcome as long as you tag and comment :)))

[avayarising]

This is why Hal turned evil, became Parallax and took down the Green Lantern Corps. Eight million dead in the destruction of Coast City, and one of them was his son.

It’s been years since then, and so much has happened, so much has changed. He’s done so many things he’s so ashamed of now. He killed so many of his Green Lantern colleagues and friends, trying to amass enough power to turn back time and get his son back. He did it, too; he restored Coast City, eight million people… and David, his son, was nowhere amongst them.

After he died, sacrificing himself to save the world, he knew he would never find his son in Purgatory. What would a sweet child like him need of restoration, of the gruelling work of soul-healing?

When Hal became The Spectre he enquired of the Logos: where was his son? Where was David?

David chose to reincarnate, almost immediately after he died, he was told, as many young children do, not yet done with the mortal world. David had moved on, as Carol had, finding a new partner after her grief for Hal began to soften. Hal too should move on.

Then Hal’s brother and sister-in-law die and Hal finds himself a parent again, to his young niece Helen, who is sensitive and insightful and loving. She remembers her little cousin David as well, and helps him grieve in her way.

And eventually Hal is restored to life, his service as The Spectre complete, and he is a Green Lantern once more. He still remembers his son, but takes comfort in Helen, growing up into a clever and thoughtful teenager.

And then he meets the eyes of a teenager he’s saved, and knows within himself that he knows this child. He looks very little like Hal’s son did, and he’s older than the years that have passed since David’s death, but Hal knows better than most that time, like death, is fluid, and it is not as impossible as it seems.

He is distracted but for a moment, and the child is gone. Hal should move on, as David had.

But there was something in the boy’s eyes that was more than just the spark of two souls who’d known each other before. Some conscious memory? And something was communicated to him there, a cry from the soul: stay, it said. Be my safety.

How could he not search for his son, whosoever he might be now?

A Lantern's Light

This time it isn't Batman, Superman or even Wonder Woman that has a secret child. Rather, it is none other than our resident Green Lantern, Hal Jordan.

Memory holds knowledge and within that knowledge holds power.

Maybe Star Sapphire and Green Lantern did manage to live a happy life before everything went to ruins.

When Danny unexpectedly gets saved by Hal they both stop, just looking at each other...

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Danny should've been faster. He saw the fight, he knew how close they were and yet he didn't think to use one of his many ghost powers to get far away. Now he was about to be crushed by a giant piece of apartment building. It won't kill him but it was sure going to be a mess on the streets and that will bring more attention to him than he wants.

Before the giant piece of stone could do its job a green light encased it, not exactly like the ecto-green he saw with other ghost, and stopped it from making him the human pancake he was destined to be, green slightly poisonous syrup included. When the stone was put aside Danny was able to see the hero Green Lantern.

Now Danny has only ever seen the man on tv or far away while the other fights and even then he didn't pay him much interest. But now that he was here, now that he was so close to him Danny felt something. His core, his soul...it knew this man, it new Green Lantern.

"Hey kid you need to go this place isn't safe...for...you..."

__________

Hal is a lot of things.

A test pilot who worked for Ferris Aircraft.

A member of the Green Lantern Corps working with other Green lanterns and venturing out into parts of space that he thought was never possible for him.

A member of the Justice League where he fights alongside other heroes, taking down any evil that threatens the earth and making sure it is a safer place for its inhabitants.

But.

There was a time when he was blessed with a miracle and became a father to the cutest baby in the world. His baby boy that he took almost everywhere with him, playing with him and watching as those blue eyes lit up with enough joy to power a house.

Hal doesn't like to think about those memories now, they always came accompanied with the sound of thunder, rain, screaming and crying. He lost everything that day and he was sure he'd never see those eyes again.

So why...why were they looking back at him?

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Danny did not know what was happening to him right now and he was a bit scared. Him and Green Lantern have just been there staring at each other, not saying anything, just staring.

Green Lantern touched the down on the ground and very slowly started walking towards him. Danny couldn't find it in himself to move, he was paralysed and it wasn't completely by fear.

When he was close enough enough Green Lantern looked down at him, not in the arrogant way, as if he didn't realize how short Danny would be. Danny was in a bit of awe of how much bigger and more muscled the man looked up close, the way his masked eyes looked as if they almost glowed. Despite all of this Danny didn't feel any of the fear one should when a man this big corners you, rather, he felt safe.

Green Lantern reached out his hand to hold the side of Danny's face softly and he melted into the touch. This feeling of safe and comfort was almost too much, he hadn't this way in a long time, not since he had to run and leave everyone and everything he loved behind. He didn't even realize he was crying.

A loud boom shook the ground they were standing on and Green lantern turned around, it was all that was need to break whatever weird spell was on Danny. Using his invisiblity to stay out of sight he took off, using flight to fly far away from Green Lantern.