#death after life

[skyartworkzzz]

The Lambchops (pt 1)

Hi yes they got a redesign cuz this version looked more like their younger selves after a while I stopped to reflect on it 😭

SO YEAH heres Lamby's family now looking the age that they died as when Lambert was captured ure welcome 🤸

Also yes part 1 cuz more is to come <3

[wack-ashimself]

A metaphor for existence: I don't know if this is it, but here it goes.

Our 'soul' goes on forever, in theory. But none of us, on regular, can easily remember their past lives. Doing psychedelics, I remembered a few, but ONLY glimmers. SINGULAR memories. Of ONE time. Never the whole life experience comes back.

And I think it's because our bodies (not souls) could never handle 1000s of lifetimes. I mean, we can all barely handle our own right now. lol

So...what if we are a cup? We fill up with orange juice, once that is done, rinse it out, and fill it up with...I dunno, tea? And so on and so on forever.

So there's always a TASTE, a HINT, a prior knowledge of who we were, but never a baseline of full knowledge?

I dunno. I just had a glass of OJ and was thinking....

[bowiewashington]

Drabble: A Novelization of Death After Life: Dead Again

TRIGGERS: Mentions of child death, ritual sacrifice, and just general themes of death and dying associated with the fictional show that is Death After Life: Dead Again. NOTE: If you spot the Welcome to Nightvale quote, we are automatically best friends.

There were days when Malcolm couldn’t help but to feel like his life was a little too perfect. He was twenty-three and already married with his first child on the way. On top of that he was already a best-selling horror author. It felt almost like it was a life someone crafted for him. Like someone picked up a pen and went: what life would make this old-fashioned boy happy? Half the time it felt like he was like a fake life. Could someone be in witness protection and not even know it? Nah, he’d remember that, right?

A part of what made his life feel so fictional was the dreams. He’d always had an overactive imagination, and he’d always had vivid dreams. A lot of the time his dreams were set in two places. The first setting was a subway car, and it was the same subway car every time. There was a poster tacked onto one of the walls that said: if you see something, say nothing and drink to forget. The other setting reminded him of a hotel lobby, but he knew it wasn’t actually a hotel lobby. What it was, he didn’t know, but he knew it wasn’t a hotel. There was a desk with a wall of keys, and then a line of guests that never seemed to go down.

Lately though his dreams have felt like something else. It was almost like he was reliving a memory. Like last night’s dream, or rather this morning’s dream. He’d woken up in a cold sweat, fingers tangled around his necklace. In his dream, he was no older than eight. The Seven Hills were suffering; they’d lost the favor of the gods. Mal had been chosen to appease the gods. He’d been lead to a sacred space atop one of the hills, and he’d woken up as a ritual dagger slit his throat open.

It felt so real, and for one wild moment, Malcom thought he was reliving his death, which made no sense! He was alive - not dead. So why was he having dreams of his death? And it wasn’t that either! He was dreaming of other people’s deaths, too. Like ones from the past. He could have sworn he was there when Lincoln died. But again… none of that made sense. His wife thought it was just stress because her due date was sneaking up, but Malcolm didn’t think it was just that… It didn’t explain the things he kept seeing when he was awake. If he looked into the shadows for too long, the shadows looked back.

[berensreverie]

In Defiance of Death

[batsyheere]

Duke, who is tired of being bullied for still having only a few spots checked off on vigilante bingo, decides to get even when family game night includes Never Have I Ever. Danny, who is either a friend or basically adopted family at this point, was invited.

He brings up the fact that he has never died and been brought back to life. Multiple fingers are put down, groans and complaints are made, and then they all turn to Danny when he just stares at the ground.

"If it happened more than once, do I put more fingers down? Or just the one?" he asks. The room falls silent for a few seconds before the flood of questions start.

[avenoirn]

to hold you is my only wish

[ruporas]

kiss of the divine

[clouvu]

Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine

[stil-lindigo]

you wonder why I'm bitter?

[skyartworkzzz]

What if Nariander had to meet his in-laws Lambert’s parents?

I actually have it planned for them to meet in my AU Death After Life ! Its still a few chapters until we get there but we are working on it <3

All in all, theyd certainly be protective of Lamby in their own ways xD

[bluerosefox]

Her Astrophel and Sterling

hmmm

Hmmmmmmmm

You know what.

You know those AU's where the Batfam finds or learns about either hidden or thought to be dead Al Ghul Danny! with a deaged/daughter Dani (Ellie) (I should know, I created a few of those storylines) but what if, now hear me out, what if instead of them finding Danny first its Talia.

Do I want Talia discovering her thought to be dead son to be alive? Yes. Do I want her to find him while investigating Amity Park when the League gets reports of 'Lazarus creatures/water'? Yes.

DO I WANT HER TO KNOCK ON THE FENTON'S DOOR, fully ready to pretend/honey talk her way into the house to uncover what the Fenton's know, ONLY TO MEET A LITTLE ELLIE?!

YES.

Ellie whose eyes and hair look like a copy of her Beloved but she can see bits and pieces of herself as well. Talia knows the child in front of her was not fully her's though but everything makes sense when she hears a voice, a voice she hasn't heard in ages but as a mother just knows, speak out.

"Ellie! I thought I said do not answer the door my Sterling."

"But Daddy, yous was busy fighting the hotdoggys!"

Talia's eyes widen when she finally catches sight of familiar black hair and blue eyes.

and she could only lightly whisper a old nickname she hasn't dared uttered in ages, a name she secretly gave her son due to his love of the stars "Astrophel..."

[bowiewashington]

Dead Again: The Return of Death After Life - General Assembly - 11:30am to 12:30pm.

[Alt] Join the cast of Death After Life as they talk about their ten year Death-a-versary, and what it's like returning to the roles they left behind.

[dryya-doesnt]

Lady Irene, Matron Goddess of Ru’aun

Or so I call the five stages of MCD Aphmau LOLLL

A chapter cover redraw of my favorite manga ever, Witch Hat Atelier. Please read it, it will change your life forever…. 😞😞😞 it’s so good

I never locked in so hard after hearing the 10 yr anniversary news I almost missed my flight 🥳🥳

For reference this is the original cover AUGH it’s so good…

[ambugutron]

something about merlin's constant mantra of "i'll be your servant until the day i die" repeating over and over until the last episode where he tells arthur he was born to serve him and then he loses him. but merlin is still alive. and it turns out he can't die at all really. cursed to be the one who has to keep going for centuries until arthur returns. would move heaven and earth for him and if that means waiting until he can see him once more against all hope than he will remain faithful. because even though arthur has been dead and gone merlin is still his servant, until the day he dies

[scho17]

In some fucked up way it was kinda funny. 

Guy on the run goes to Bludhaven to keep a low profile and catches the attention of a vigilante. The universe is laughing at him, surely. 

Everything was fine up until a month ago. Really, it was. Danny had obtained his own shitty apartment and yeah, maybe his dead end job made him want to eat dirt more than usual but everything was fine. There weren’t any eyes on him and now there were. A certain bird didn’t know how to leave him alone.

“Can I help you, Nightwing?” Danny says in a flat tone, leaning his forearms against the rails of the fire escape. He isn’t a cigarette type of guy but if ever there were a time this would be it.

“Mhum. I want names, same as always.”

Danny rolls his eyes. “We both know I can’t tell you anything.”

“But you could.”

“I could,” Danny acquiesced with a shallow nod. “And then what? When they can’t get to me, they’ll get to you.” He sighs, feeling infintely tired “in any case, the big bad bat isn’t known for leaving things he doesn’t understand alone, and I’m not really looking to be a lab rat again. Zero out of ten do not recommend. Turns out being vivisected fucking hurts, man.”

“Why won’t you let me take them out for you? Besides, I’m not weak. I can hold my own just fine.”

And thats the million dollar question, isn’t it? Dannys gaze fixes upon the ill looking moon, pallor as he peers through the smog of the dingy city and into the sky. “Because he told me to wait.”

“Who?”

Clockwork. 

Clockwork told him to wait. To do the one thing he hates more than anything in the world. To do the unforgivable - to sit idle when they had Ellie. As much as he’d love to spit venom and recite every reason why the GIW needed to be taken care of much sooner rather than whenever Clockwork had in mind, he can’t. He’s - and Ancients, he’ll never forgive himself - scared. He’s scared.

Logistically, he knows he’s strong. Stronger than anyone in any of those facilities compounded. Stronger than Vlad in terms of raw power if not in wiles, he’s stronger than Pariah Dark. Danny has tested his mettle against the worst of the worst and came out on top but he’s still fucking scared. Isn’t that something? Crown prince of the Infinite Realms is scared. 

There’s no one to magically make it better. No one to lean on because he’s the strongest, he’s it. And if the strongest can’t stand up because they’re too busy having a panic attack at the sight of a lab coat then really, what use are they?

“I can’t tell you that.” He glances down to the alleyway below them. It’s filthy. Wet newspaper plastered to the pavement, old gum cemented in place like spots on a dalmatian. It looks a lot like how Danny feels most days.

Nightwing frowns. “I can help you,” he says. It sounds painfully earnest, like he believes he really, really, could. 

“That's a nice offer, Nightwing, but I can’t take it yet.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

There he is. That’s the boy the bat raised. “Can’t.”

*

The next time Dick sees Danny it isn’t in Bludhaven. 

It’s months later in her sister city, Gotham. Crime Alley, to be specific. It was during the tail end of a joint patrol with the newly minted Robin, Tim, whom he had sent back to the cave early. His eyes snagged on the figure of a young man carrying a child in the middle of the wet season, a thin thoroughly soaked through navy blue sweater clinging to him like a second skin. It was pouring down like the heavens didn’t know how to stop grieving. 

It seemed as anguished as Dick was in the immediate absence of Jason. He blinks tiredly and washes the thought away. There’s a little girl cradled in Danny’s arms with hair just as pitch black as his own, burrowing her small face in his neck, tiny arms clinging as the man himself runs his hand soothingly on her back, murmuring apologies into her hair. “I know, I know, I’m sorry Ellie, I’m sorry. It’s okay, it's- We’re out. We’re okay.”

It’s a painfully private moment, one that he feels guilty for witnessing. The girl - Ellie, sobs into Danny’s chest. It isn’t his place to watch, to witness this. All the same, he wishes he could comfort them somehow. 

[sesamestreep]

it’s wild to me that like every modern adaptation of Sherlock Holmes (and by modern I mean “made recently” not “set in modern times”) is like Hell Bent on coming up with a Reason™️ that Watson stays with Holmes and trots around with him on adventures all the time despite the inconvenience and the danger and all, and so it’s like “oh, Watson’s a gambling addict, he loves uncertainty and mystery” or “oh, Watson’s an adrenaline junkie, he gets off on being constantly in danger from criminals” or even like “Watson’s atoning for sins of the past of BEING IN THE WAR by solving crimes with Holmes now” or WHATEVER. And it’s like, girl, maybe he’s just in love! Did you think of that?? Maybe he’s got a crush and it’s making him do stupid things. Maybe he’s just got bad taste and his type is guys who don’t know how to refold newspapers properly but can identify different types of cigar ash by sight, smell, and taste. And wrote a monograph on the subject. Maybe he’s down bad is all. I mean, Keep is simple, stupid!!!