#house of lazarus

[litandlifequotes]

Inaction is its own kind of choice.

House of Lazarus by T.L. Bodine

[shewhowillrise]

DC x DP

Jason never made it to the Lazarus pit or the league of assassins.

Bruce gave him that excuse for his green eyes and short temper.

Jason knows he didn’t crawl out of his grave with the giant Y that scars his chest.

Jason knows he’s a revenant.

Jason knows he needs to kill to stay sane. To stay whole.

A soul sucker they called him.

Jason agreed not to kill, because he misses his family. No matter how much he starves himself, it’s worth it to get Dick’s hugs, experience Tim’s genius, see Cassandra’s award winning performance, to help Damian experience a childhood.

Jason didn’t realize Bruce doesn’t know what he is. Jason didn’t realize Bruce meant Black Gate when he said he’d take him in the next time he killed. Jason didn’t realize Bruce had no idea about the anti ecto acts.

Jason swore to stay in line, so he’d never end up on that metal table again.

[traggalicious]

Lazarus! Did y’all miss him? (Third drawing is bc i looked at his face and was Haunted. I was like. This looks like someone. And then i realized… he looked like astarion. So i doodled him w/ our favourite vampire’s perfect hair. And despaired.)

[wearenotjustsadstories]

Today I was thinking about when I watched Lazarus rising for the first time and although the show had been airing for a time I knew nothing about Destiel not even who Cas was it was just ok a new character but when he appeared and talk to Dean I was like what in the gay is this

And nothing that's how I came to read my first fanfic ever

[angedemystere]

Mary: And then Rabbi Benjamin said to Him, "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! How could you do this to your family?!"

(Lazarus interrupts to bring some food to Mary)

Mary: Where was I?

Luke: (reading from his notes) "Oh my God, oh my God, how could you do this to your family?"

Lazarus: Boy, it really loses something in the Gentile translation.

[transthadymacdermot]

Finally... 18th century paramilitary yaoi

[bartholomewillustrated]

Lazarus insists they are Gallery Pieces. Not Pets, or Companions; But Living Gallery Pieces. To be treated with Reverence and Respect and Awe. and Not babied on like the Family Hound. his actions frequently betray his admonishments. I have been waiting to draw this couch for almost the Entire two years I've had Lazarus/FaHI. This couch is such a Set Piece, so much Happens on this couch... I Gotta draw more actual scenes from Inside Laz's house/the factory ya'll are missing OUT. Anyway, this is a snippet of the sketch page I'm working on of Laz and his creations, I'm a man without control and in a slump so you're getting them as I make them and then the final page. which does mean I will probably post them at Bizarre times, just for funsies.

[jauntybones]

I've recently seen a post about a subversion of the "came back wrong" trope where the come-back-ee comes back totally normal, but the come-back-er thinks they came back wrong.

I had the thought: what if the roles were completely flipped, where the come-back-ee is totally normal, but there come-back-er is totally fucked up and not the same, then I realized I am writing that story...

[luckyshouse]

one thing i dont like about the island is that everyone wants to fuck lazarus. literally ive had to stop multiple characters from asking him out. and this is literally what he looks like in game

[asmodal]

It's about 9:30 at night, and Anarchy lies in their bed. Their mind is fuzzy, still fading in and out of consciousness from the drugs Sam had fed them hours before. Ana's body sweats as their fever dreams spiral into vivid hallucinations.

Anarchy is sure they can see the pale figure wearing purple, sitting in a chair in the corner of their room. Maybe he's reading a book. Maybe he's staring at their writhing, barely clothed body. They aren't sure.

Anarchy's whimpers are broken and their face is hot, wet. Are they sobbing? They could be. Sweat slicks their skin, and sticks their.hair to their forehead and temples. Ginger darkening from the moisture their body secretes.

Anarchy's senses are on fire. The inner pain, the hunger to be satiated. It's almost 9:45 when the blue mice clamber out of their walls, working together to bring them a bottle of water. A werm friend helping to sit them up so they can drink.

Anarchy fades back to sleep, feeling regret, shame. Wishing they could be a good influence for their love. The one they knew would read this. Their guilt making them lightheaded as they fade back into unconsciousness.

[livastia-universe]

Some various random sketches from the past week - sticker concept, perhaps? And some supplementary sketches that I still need to add to the House Sprites article

[werewolfetone]

Wip of a drawing I'm calling "look at my defenders man I'm going to gaol"

[and-make-it-double]

im going to rewatch lazarus rising and no one can stop

[traggalicious]

@moiistdirts IT’S HIM ‼️ THE BOY ‼️

[cjbolan]

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“I’m a dude playing a dude disguised as another dude!” HOTD’s latest episode made me immediately think of this. Enjoy 😆. From my Instagram.

[pinoruno]

DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THE RECORD? - original poem