#hi…. back from the dead

[sapphic-sasuke]

snippet from my new hashimada oneshot ‘in their dreams they sleep with the moon.’

“Are you challenging me, Hashirama?” Madara bellows, Rinnegan expanding and face twisting into a sneer. “You dare challenge me? I possess power so great I could split this earth into two with my strongest attack.”

From afar, Hashirama’s form flickers, and Madara hesitates, because while his soul is an empty husk, no longer bleeding out for anyone except ghosts, he can still feel that pure, overbearing pressure of Hashirama’s chakra. He’s real.

Hashirama denies him the violence he craves. “I don’t want us to fight again. That’s enough.”

Madara has not fought anyone since the world has come to a standstill, in its process of rebirth. To him, fights are what makes him come to life, heart blazing like his most powerful fire jutsu, decimating all that is in front of him. Only Hashirama sparks that primal delight deep in his gut, gives him back just as strong and never falters.

Hashirama never denies him if he pushes hard enough.

So why now?

“I’ll make you fight me!” he decides, charging forward with an attack at the ready. He uses a fire jutsu that Hashirama easily dodges, and he deflects the barrage of shuriken with mokuton that have a life of its own, wood at the ready to shield him at all costs.

“What will fighting do now?” Hashirama asks, a tone he’s never heard before seeping into his voice. It sounds anguished, stranded and weak. “I’ve been fighting my whole life. Everything is over now. Can’t we sit and reminisce together like old friends? That’s all I want, Madara. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Madara’s mouth parts and closes, tense and strung. He lets go of the hand signs at the ready and his eerie ringed eyes focus on Hashirama’s form. He looks tired and incorporeal, like he would be shimmering and flickering at his peripheral. He is not grand and divine anymore, like that figure Madara would gladly worship and laud for all his existence.

The sight angers him. This is not who Hashirama is to him, a weak fool who only wants companionship at the end of the world, a man who too seeks the end of human suffering like him, but unlike Madara has failed terribly, and is witnessing the consequences of such failure: beings suspended in tiny universes of their own, all the wirings and neurons in their brain under an illusion so strong it breaks the constraints of dimensions.

“You will fight me,” Madara decides. Hashirama’s face twists, and he ignores it. “In order to undo Infinite Tsukiyomi, you have to fight me. Isn’t that right? But you haven’t yet taken the chance to do so. Perhaps you are waiting for me to grow weaker as the years pass, but that will never happen. Like the sun and like that red moon, I am eternal. The only way to free this world and emerge victorious is to fight me.”

They are on opposing sides. Madara is not controlling the kyuubi this time. It is only them. They alone exist and matter. Nobody else does. Madara feels the first vestiges of euphoria awaken from its deep slumber.

“Will you dance with me, Hashirama?”

Hashirama presses his hands together, and this prayer seems more desperate than the rest. Wood emerges from underneath the shallow waters and begins striking outwards towards him.

“If that is what will appease you.”

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Brucie Wayne gets into a mild accident in public (read-got hit by a car). And Batman would just walk it off (“it’s barely a bruise”), but Brucie obviously… can’t.

So he has to suffer the ordeal of having civilians call paramedics, getting fussed over, and having-

Having his dead son get into the back of the ambulance with him.

Oh- oh no. He must have hit his head worse than he thought. He thought he was past this…

[parkore]

made a guy btw

[otaku553]

Whoops! What do you do when you accidentally kidnap the daughter of the man who recently single-handedly executed the violent takeover of a nation

(Law and Bonney AU)

[keperaz]

game of the year !

[bunnieswithknives]

As much as I love angst I think it would be funny if he just didnt give af

[vicariousresearcher]

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

Johnny has been in a coma for 2 years 5 months, and 18 days. Who just barely survived long enough to get medical attention after Makarov. Who has become a part of the slim statistic of people who’ve survived a gunshot wound to the head. Whose brain scans show limited activity and such little chance of waking up.

But when his family gets asked if they’re ready to let him go his Ma shakes her head.

“God will take him when he’s ready.”

It’s not common that young guys get put in long-term care facilities like yours. Most of the time it’s older folks whose families can’t let them go and are using pensions to pay the rent costs.

At the start, his room is full of visitors. Big family. Very religious you’ve learned. A boy's bible is set alongside flowers.

Between the swathes of dark hair and bright blue eyes are a couple of other individuals. Quiet but polite.

“Teammates.” The dark-skinned man offers with a strained smile when you give him a curious look. “Military.”

It’s not long till his room quiets down. Visits becoming fewer. His family who was already a little detached from their son you concluded. Between the secretive work and deployments that kept him from home for months.

The team came by when they could though. Enough for you to learn their names and details about your resident.

You glean little things about him here and there. Find the sketchbook with his name on it left by the one named Simon. See the tattoo on his forearm obscured the thick curtain of arm hair. Listen politely to the questionable stories told by Gaz that always left Laswell's head shaking.

Quite the man Soap was is. No one’s given you an explanation on that nickname yet but the military guys that come in always call him by it.

You do what you can to keep him comfortable. Trimming his hair, changing out the gospel music for an audiobook every once in a while, talking to him whenever you’re in the room.

Well more so talking at him. Venting frustrations and complaints in hushed words so no one walking by hears you. Talking about your lazy coworkers, the overly loud upstairs neighbours in your apartment, and how you had to sit through another family dinner alone because your boyfriend made some excuse to not come again.

It’s easy to just talk when you’re in the room with him. Feels less like you’re going insane because you can reason that you’re talking for *his sake.* Not yours. Because what if he can hear you yknow?

……

You’ve just transferred him back over after changing his bed sheets, crouched and folding the linen under the mattress while you talk about your plans for this coming Christmas. How you’re excited for that one chocolate pop up shop that always comes to your mall-

You just about shit yourself when you stand back up and look to the head of the bed and see two slits of blue through his tan eyelids. Dark brown brows pinched in just slightly to create a crease between them.

……

A blinding white light accompanying a splitting headache was what he saw first. Eyelids sticky against his corneas. Weight of a thousand sins holding his muscles paralyzed and unable to flinch away.

Then the light flickered and he saw you.

Frizzy hair curling a fluorescent halo over your head. A swinging, unblinking eye glinting off of your chest.

Johnny who tells his weepy-eyed mother that it’s okay, he had the voice of an angel guiding him the whole time. That’s what brought him back.

[quadrantadvisor]

Thinking about DP x DC Jason Todd being a revenant again. Here's my scenario. Jason gets called that by some ghost. He's like "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He's heard the term before but he doesn't know any actual lore. He googles it. He scrolls past the Leonardo DiCaprio bear movie. He opens the wiki. Sees the words "animated corpse" and gets a chill diwn his spine. He starts reading the first section.

He closes Wikipedia.

That night he has a nightmare that his family buried him, again, this time with precautions. He wakes up in his own grave, full of stones, too heavy to move, to scream.

[lotus-pear]

mourning black and the death of ideals

[dcxdpdabbles]

Maddie: Danny, who is this?

Danny: This is......Bob.

Maddie: Bob?

Danny: Yeah, Bob. He's my friend.

Maddie: a friend, you snuck into your room at this hour?

Danny: He's my....boyfriend....?

Maddie: *sigh* Honey, I'm okay with you liking boys. I'm not okay with you sneaking them into your bedroom. Bob, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to leave. We have to call your guardians to come pick you up.

Jason, Freshly dug his way out of a grave: aughhhh?

Maddie: I know but this is completely unacceptable behavior. You're both far too young.

Jason frog blink: Ugh?

Danny: He doesn't speak English!

Maddie: What? How have you been communicating with him then?

Jazz from down the hall: Interpretive Dance!

Danny swaying his hips: That's right!

Maddie: ......So you inherited your father's amazing flirtation skills, I see. Alright, but we are still calling his guardians.

Danny: Of course *under his breath* as soon as I find them.

[sunderwight]

What if the plant body hadn't worked out, and the Holy Mausoleum solution had actually taken a long time to sort of "fix" Shen Qingqiu's body and fully call his soul back to it, so that hundreds of years passed and civilization in PIDW/SV world progressed to the point of something like the "modern era"?

Imagine Luo Binghe trying to delicately introduce his shizun to such strange concepts as smart phones and credit cards, while Shen Qingqiu is just desperately trying to figure out how dumb he should play this. Would it be believable for him to get everything on the first try? There have to be some differences between what he knows and this world's versions, right, because of the demons and cultivators and things? Right?? But it's not like any of this actually IS difficult for him to grasp!

Luo Binghe: Shizun already discerned how to type using a keyboard...?

Shen Qingqiu, sweating bullets: what, like it's hard?

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[ash-short-for-trash]

The fact that both Obi-Wan and Ahsoka think that the other died during order 66 and spend years mourning the other when they both survived is so heartbreaking

[oozedninjas]

Fucking after they thought they lost you.

WARNINGS: NSFW | 18+ | thirtysomething ninja turtles | Drama? |

Leo holds you so tight it hurts. His thrusts are slow and sensual, sweet. Needy in a way that makes your heart ache. It's all soft moans, ragged breaths, and soft kisses ghosting your neck. Don't ever scare him like that again. Don't freakin' dare to leave. You belong here, warm and safe under him.

Raph kisses you as his very life hangs on your breath. Relentlessly bucking his hips, making sure to reach every sweet spot inside that pretty cunt until you're begging him to let you come. He will, so fuking good you'll be a mess when he's done with you, But first, you have to promise never to be that reckless again.

Donatello: What are the odds of a human surviving that? Little to zero, according to his calculations. Yet, here you are. And he’s learned something valuable: his heart is no longer only an internal organ. It's right here, in every breath you take, in the softness of your skin, in the beautiful way you squirm as he keeps abusing your clit. Fuck, he's never going through this again. He'll do better at keeping you safe.

Mikey: The tip of his cock kisses the softest part inside you as he keeps your legs wide open, rubbing his lower half over your clit as he moves. It feels so fucking good you don't care if you're drooling. Mikey bites your shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut as he focuses on the warmth of your walls sucking him deeper, needier—

"I'm close- "

"I know, I can feel it. Let go, angel— come for me,"

All the worries are drowned right there. You're here. You're his, you'll never be at such a risk again, it's a promise.