#god of undeath

[skidar]

There is so much chaotic bar dnd shenanigans that led to this that I wouldn't know where to begin but here's a fun poster I made for my bar dnd crew of The Dankening. A 6 week ordeal of all different tables of people attempting to thwart an evil reverse-centaur, Dank Dave, from taking over the world.

[shadeswift99]

Limited life.

Ooh, how spooky. Imagine! Only 24 hours to live! Imagine, that time just ticking away, being forced to watch it go, until your inevitable gristly end! Pieces of it being ripped away from you along the way, unexpectedly! The horror! The inevitability! The drama!

Cleo never understood the hype. After all, it was better than anything she got, all those years ago before she turned zombie. At least this time she could see it coming. Frankly, the idea was almost relaxing.

To her, anyway. She idly picked at a splinter on the handle of her axe as she watched Bdubs and Skizz circle each other in the matted grass ring. Of course there had been posturing - it was Bdubs and Skizz, after all - but when it came down to it neither of them seemed especially inclined to take the first shot. Skizz jittered forward, teeth bared in a snarl, but he skirted to the side last minute. Bdubs laughed and taunted, but he showed no signs of doing any better in the initiation department. Cleo smirked. Men. Boys, really.

They'd regret this, in the end. As the clock wore down and 00:00:00 became less of a vague idea and more a thing they could see bearing down on them, they'd curse their past selves for throwing away precious seconds for the sake of a grudge. Or maybe, they'd just be consumed by more bloodlust, scrambling to regain a fragment of the time they'd lost. It's fear, either way. And they'd come to it way too late to end up where Cleo already was, undead and long past seeing a ticking clock as any kind of worry. They'll all have wasted too much time on processing by then to see what's on the other side of that fear.

Freedom.

Imagine. You know when you're going to die. By exclusion, that means you know when you're not going to die. You know it's not tomorrow, or today, and those are guarantees you don't get anywhere else. So - what do you do? You burn a mansion. Hell, two if you feel like it. You bait Jimmy, you poke fun at Joel, you make alliances with everyone you can so they'll betray you sooner so you can get that out of the way so you can have more stuff to burn - it's fun, if you shake the nerves early. Ignorance is not bliss. Make friends with the idea that death is inevitable and give yourself the luxury of a farewell party you'll enjoy.

All the things she wished she'd done, when she was still alive. All the things she still probably wouldn't have done if she'd known.

Instead, she'd have just done this. Squander life on recklessness early on. Squander it on fear later.

Skizz circled Jimmy. Jimmy circled Skizz. The others looked on and cheered, while their clocks ticked silently on. Finally the two leapt at each other, shields thumping and armour sparking as diamond and metal and shouts rang loud. Cleo rolled her eyes.

She turned to dispatch a skeleton that crept up while the others were distracted. By the time she'd reduced the bones to dust, the fight was over. Skizz gloated. Bdubs grumbled. Cleo made all the right sympathetic sounds and faces.

She'd missed the end. It didn't matter. She'd already seen it.

[templeofthev01d]

©️ ᐯ丨丂丨ㄥㄩ乂 - 2024

[red-ink-squiggles]

A path through the forest was never there. You're lost.

[ID: Traditional art of a limbless humanoid figure with many wings. Their torso consists only of an exposed ribcage and spine, and their taloned hands float disconnected from their body. Their face is mostly obscured by small wings. End ID.]

[endawn]

can’t believe i forgot to bring over the fact pax has a history of seizures tied into him being a dreamer and slipping into quamire, vaermina’s realm of oblivion. the taking his memories of his time in her realm being the root cause of them.

[bananasofthorns]

"wave goodbye with your dead man's hand" for the wip thing? i gotta know

wip game

hell yeah! wave goodbye with your dead man's hand is a fic for part of my oc Avery's backstory. it's about him coming back to the front for the first time in a year and a half and having to deal with the consequences of his headmate Abraham's vigilante-ing too close to the sun (burning down a cult's headquarters). this is the first line:

Avery wakes up to the fading echo of a gunshot.

[taamlok]

just thought about hemoakglobin children again and got scared

[byanyan]

actually ngl, i have been playing with the idea of byan, at some point in their fledgling verse, probably years down the line, eventually coming to work at some shitty little 24 hour tattoo shop

[invinciblerodent]

Iona: "ah, please, do take my malaise not to heart, for a terrible tragedy has befallen me... my love, my dearest partner, my most beloved companion... is dead 😔"

Astarion: "I appreciate the sentiment but would you please stop pharsing it that way"

[tyrannuspitch]

the snow (ash? dust?) when loki astral projects... what does it meeean

snow vs ash specifically - merging fire and ice, dark/light, hot/cold. we also have loki in icy blue fire immediately after coming out of the portal. jotunheim and asgard as one and the same. (<-maybe. just saying shit recreationally.)

but if it is jotunheim - is this loki as outcast and child, like the other suggests? orrr could it be loki stumbling into a war he didn't mean to start, like the second time he was in jotunheim...

or is it ash/dust and svartalfheim. a dead world, and a body lost there, never buried... something something self-destructive vengeance murder-suicide etc...

[blujayonthewing]

I don't know that I'm ever gonna actually pull the trigger on it but I do love contemplating giving Aubree a little divine magic without her realizing it

[texeoghea]

men will be like hang on i need to find a picture of a specific armor piece from game i havent played in 2 years for my armor concept for a completely different game. and btw i remembered the name of the armor set its from. like 4 years after the armor set was released. its the wing discipline mark

akechi is a dual class hunter and titan to me whenever i think abt it sorry that those words dont mean anything to anyone else in the persona fandom. but if it did theyd be nodding. joker is a warlock hunter btw. if you even care. anyways

[yourlocalmissingtexture]

Staring daggers (lovingly) at my boyfriend for getting a song from a musical stuck in my head because it’s in his hypothetical AMV for the (even more) unhinged AU version of my mad scientist character

The song is “Alive” by Anthony Warlow from the Jekyll & Hyde musical btw

[antlereed]

oh well. now i need fic of laudna having her usual stock nightmare. except instead of delilah being patronizing and shitty on center stage its a shadowed face. hidden in the negative space the light leaves behind

and vecna, the whispered one, says “ah. my champion. we have much to discuss”

[writerfromthestars]

DPXDC PROMPT : ALFRED IS IMMORTAL

Alright. Don't get me wrong, I love au's where John Constantine is like "soul tax evader supreme", but hear me out.

Alfred.

Alfred, Alfred Pennyworth. Who just doesn't die. The guy's immortal. The reason for this is that Alfred is awesome, so anytime he dies, whether it be from old age or a bullet or a world-wide catastrophe, he looks Death straight in the eyes and tells them that he will die when the day comes that no one needs him anymore, and not a second before, and then he just kinda pops back to life. Because let's face it, the batfam would fall to pieces without him.

So, Alfred Pennyworth has basically just been cheating death for centuries, by this point.

Needless to say, Death is none too pleased. Finally, Death goes to Phantom, the new king, who is much more reasonable than Pariah Dark was and who agrees to actually help.

Clockwork helps Danny set up a portal and he zaps into existence in the middle of a Wayne movie night. The bats are all prepared to fight this mysterious weirdo, but Danny ignores them and turns to Alfred, who he then begins lecturing about ghostly tax evasion and how defying death isn't a good thing, so he needs to file paperwork through the proper channels to stay as an immortal almost-God.

Alfred is chill, he plays cards with Clockwork once when he dies, so he knew this was coming, but the batfamily thinks that this mysterious entity is going to kill Alfred, so they're all panicking, trying to think of ways to avoid this horrible future. Alfred calmly listens to Danny, then he interjects.

"Sir, are you aware of the fact that there is a revenant on earth? One who is most certainly under threat of more paperwork than I, seeing as he has been using the Lazarus Pits to revive himself for millennia. I, however, have only been alive for a few hundred years, so I should think that he is a bigger priority. "

Danny glances over at Jason, doubtful. "He doesn't look several millennia old, Mr. Pennyworth."

"Certainly not, seeing as Master Jason is not. Besides, his Undeath License was filed. I have a copy of it if you need to see it, your Majesty?" Alfred answers, demure as always.

"If it wouldn't be too much trouble, sir."

Alfred leaves and returns, moments later with a light green glowing piece of paper. he hands it over to Danny, who examines it.

"Seems legitimate. I assume you filed it during one of your many encounters with Death?"

"Indeed. I have it on good authority, however, that the other revenant, a man by the name of Ra's Al Ghul, has not renewed his License in at least the last half millennia, most likely longer."

Danny sighs. "Where can I find him."

"Nanda Parbat. The signature is impossible to miss."

"Alright, Mr. Pennyworth. I will return once he is dealt with, be it by filing his paperwork or returning him to the Infinite Realms."

"Very well. I will be ready." Alfred answers.

Danny opens a portal to the area around Nanda Parbat and then another, which plops him down right in front of the Demon's Head himself, in a strategy meeting with his daughter and several commanders.

They all raise their weapons, but he just basically grabs Ra's by the ear and tugs him through a Lazarus Green portal, lecturing him about tax evasion and paperwork and bureaucracy the whole time. The League is thrown into uproar, and Ra's is set down in a room with all his overdue paperwork from the past few thousand years. He feels a little bit like crying; if he had known immortality meant this much paperwork, he would've just died, honestly.

Meanwhile, in Wayne Manor, everyone is crying, because they think Alfred is going to die, Jason is confused about the whole revenant Undeath Certificate thing, Bruce is trying to make contingency plans, Tim is contacting the Justice League, and Alfred is planning out his defense and going through every ghostly law loophole he can think of because if he leaves these emotionally constipated crime-fighting vigilantes, he knows that the house that Martha so loved will go up in flames within a month.

Eventually, Danny comes to get Alfred for his ghostly court trial/hearing or whatever, and Alfred says goodbye to Bruce and everyone, goes to the Infinite Realms. Clockwork is on his side, and Alfred ends up winning the court case, on the condition that now that the has an Undeath License, he actually renew it every twenty years, like he's supposed to.

A week later, Alfred returns, crashes his own funeral, and explains that no, he will not be dying anytime soon.

Two weeks after Alfred's return, Constantine shows up at the manor basically begging to learn how the hell he managed to avoid death, and not only that, win a damn court case against them.