#i love it i am not complaining

[beanghostprincess]

hey. hey.

what if the crew remembered everything the baron did but luffy forgot everything (#repressionmoment) how dyou think the crew would feel about that

Honestly, I thought the angstiest concept for this movie would be the one that already happens. You know. With the crew being the ones who forget everything and Luffy having to deal with the burden of remembering all that trauma on his own. However, I've thought about this and-- This is equally as angsty. Think about it:

Everyone is fine. Everything is okay. So Luffy just smiles and considers the adventure done and he does not want to talk about what happened. Like. At all. The others are-- Saying they're fucked up after what happened would be an understatement. They do some apologizing between them for things they did and they go through a rough time because that's not something you forget easily. But especially they're all worried about Luffy. He's badly wounded (because what the fuck he just turned into a human colander with the number of arrows that went through him) and he acts like nothing has happened. They keep asking and he keeps saying it's fine. That it's alright if they're alright. Of course, with how many times he says so, they have to end up trusting him. But I personally think Nami would be the most worried of all and the one who would want to talk things out, and even go to Zoro to see if he can get something from him. The first days I think Luffy has nightmares about it. Like- Very fucked up nightmares and he keeps hiding the fact that for some reason he keeps throwing up whenever he sees something that kind of, sort of reminds him of that experience. They're all extremely concerned. Like- He's not fine. But he refuses to talk and keeps on saying it's okay. And, well, I think he'd end up forgetting. Like pretty soon after the experience he just! Poof! Forgets it. Not really, because he does still have an uneasy feeling with him, but the nightmares are wayyy more abstract now and he doesn't really know where they're coming from? He knows something happened, of course, he doesn't have total amnesia but he can't remember anything about it. It's just like a blurry picture, you know? So he stops thinking about it and starts living normally. But Nami? Nami wants to talk things out because she's sure that forgetting what happened can't be okay. She even asks Chopper and he says that this is common when going through traumatic experiences, but she doesn't- She doesn't want Luffy to forget without talking about it because,, What if someday, for some reason, he ends up remembering? What if it hits him like a ton of bricks? What happened while they were trapped that made Luffy like this? He often leaves the past in the past, but forgetting it is something else. She has to let go of it, at the end of the day, and rely on other people to talk about this. Luffy would be so concerned for them too, because he doesn't remember but he feels like he should, and he knows that whatever is making his crew all sad is probably his fault somehow.

Zoro keeps an eye on him, more than usual. Nami and Usopp are extremely close. Like- Codependency levels because they can't stop feeling guilty for what happened and if they lose sight of each other they're probably gonna go insane. Robin and Chopper are more or less like that too, but Robin handles it better. Keeps it to herself. Chopper goes to her for comfort more often, though. Sanji wants to deal with it on his own but he can't, because guilt keeps making him be with Zoro more even if he hates the idea of it. And Zoro has to be honest too and admit that they both fucked up and he doesn't like the idea of Sanji being on his own after this. Also, I think they're all very sensitive to darkness and sharp objects now, not to mention that Nami loves her beautiful tangerines but the thought of a flower that is not one of hers growing there makes her anxious. They're very careful not to let Luffy sleep alone because, even if he doesn't remember, nightmares are a thing. And he doesn't tell anybody but they know anyway.

I think he'd feel so guilty for not remembering because he knows he should and he knows there's something wrong, but he can't quite put images to it. I think he'd go to Nami one day while she's alone and say something like: "I'm sorry" / "Mm? For what, Luffy?" / "For not remembering" / "I told you. It's okay. It's not your fault. These things happe-" / "They shouldn't happen! Not to me! I am your captain and I'm the one who should protect you! And instead, I made you go to that island and- And- And I can't remember anything-" / "Luffy. Listen to me. You got us into that mess, yes, but you got us out too. You always do. We're fine" / "You're not... Liar" / "Yeah, no. We're not. But we will be. Eventually. So don't worry about things you can't change" / "Do you- Do you wanna talk bout it? You always seem like you want to tell me something and you can't" / "Not- Not now, okay? Maybe some other day" / "Can I stay with you?" / "Idiot. Yes. Of course".

And I guess they would move on past that but the trauma is still there. It's not something they can easily forget. Now just think about how Water 7 goes next! Luffy's going to suffer even more. You're welcome.

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[somnoir]

Prodigal son beyond Time - part 2

Part 1 | Masterpost

Damian first met his great uncle Danyal when he is three years old. His mother says he's met him long ago, when he was but a babe with a memory too fuzzy to remember. But the man before him is his grandfather's favorite child. The son that scowls at his father as he cradled Damian in his arms.

"What have you done?" His uncle scowled, a gentle hand pressed against the back of Damian's head. "He's a child!"

"Danyal!"

"You weren't like this with me." Danyal spat, keeping Damian in his arms and pressing his lips towards his nephew's forehead. Damian notes how cold his uncle's skin felt like, but more welcoming than that of his grandfather's.

"Danyal, he is to be trained like a proper Al Ghul." Grandfather said, frowning at Danyal.

"You trained me like a proper Al Ghul when I was older than him!" Danyal immediately protested, "He's three!"

"Danyal—"

"Ukht, I understand that you wish the best for your son but this is not it." Danyal immediately said, looking apologetic for interrupting Talia, but went back to glaring at Ra's. "I've tried to tolerate the fact that you handle an assassin league, father but this? You taught me to be loyal to the family. You taught me to cherish the family, you're blood—why the fuck aren't you giving the others the same treatment you gave me?!"

"Because they are not you!"

Damian doesn't recall what truly happened that day, but he does remember how his uncle's eyes went from soft blues to the same shade that the Lazarus pits glowed.

Damian remembers everything going dark.

Damian grows up differently.

He continues on his training, but everything is kinder to him. The world is kinder when his uncle is home, having tea with grandfather and overseeing his training. Mother loves him and uncle Danyal the most, claiming that they are blessings to her life.

Grandfather is quieter nowadays, almost docile with his uncle around.

It's a little more peaceful. The assassin's continue to train, to fight. But their reign of terror fall upon those that are corrupt and destroying the world. It's one of the compromises uncle Danyal and grandfather have led too.

Damian grows up differently.

Damian's arrival to the Bats' lives was unprecedented and quite confusing. He was a child raised by assassins, a child raised to become the next leader of the league. But he was... Strange. Strange for that kind of standard. 

Damian was rather sociable, hostile but not downright murderous towards them. 

His uncle did make sure that he had friends in the league.

Ra's had been utterly ecstatic to find out that he had two more grandchildren while Talia was quite pleased to know that she had a niece and nephew. 

Damian had a pair of strange cousins who snuck him out of training to go watch the stars, often getting them scolded, but it was worth it. Dante was older than Damian by five years. He was what other would call an angsty teen with how he often rebelled against his father. Meanwhile, Janelle—preferebly Ellie—was only a year older than Damian himself. She was a mischievous person who made sure that everything around her was swallowed by her own chaos. So when he entered the manor, suddenly struck with the reality that he had multiple siblings instead of just one elder brother, Damian knew what to do. 

Murder was not the answer. 

But by the words of his gracious uncle and the wisdom of his excellent cousins: fight your siblings like a feral child but defend them by being even worse to others. 

So Damian's first act as Dick Grayson's younger brother was to bite him. 

The undead were restless, rising from their graves or haunting their own corpses. It wasn't something they usually dealt with, forced to call upon magicians. 

But even Constantine was bewildered by just how cursed Gotham's lands were. To bring back the dead. Jason was a miracle but this was like an abomination, a literal zombie. 

No one really knew how to properly deal with the dead...

Well...

"My uncle would be willing to provide his assistance in this matter." Damian piped up, examining the contained zombies from a safe distance. All eyes were quickly drawn to him, bewildered and questioning. 

"I hardly think that Dusan would be suitable for this." Bruce sighed. 

Damian scowled, "Not him. My grandfather's first-born is whom I speak off. He is knowledgeable in the occult arts of the dead." 

"Damian... Ra's Al Ghul only has one son." 

"Untrue. Grandfather's greatest pride was always my uncle. He is precious to grandfather and ensures that no one knows much off him. I expected you and Drake to be aware of the first born." 

Tim stiffened, "They weren't rumours?! Ra's actually has some cryptid son?" 

Bruce, who had heard of the old tales of the Demon head's beloved heir, had always thought they were stories to scare the assassins. He's never seen the man, nor has he found any evidence of him in the league. 

Jason finally started paying attention, "So the league's golden boy can help? Dami, I don't think Al Ghul will even let his favorite kid anywhere near us." 

"You underestimate my uncle's love for me."

"You met him?" Bruce quickly interjected. 

Jason shrugged, "He helped me out back then. Patched me up when the pit madness got worse and helped me manage it. But his face was usually covered and no one really knew his name."

"Aside from myself, grandfather, and my mother." 

Bruce frowned, "Nyssa and Dusan don't know their brother's name?" 

"Grandfather says that they do not have the privilege of knowing his name. Mother was the first of his other children to have met my uncle."

"And what about you? You won't give us his name?" 

Damian scowled, feeling rather displeased with his father's choice of words. "Names are powerful, father. My uncle taught me this when I was young." 

Constantine narrowed his eyes, "You're uncle some kind of fae, kid?" 

"Watch your mouth, hellblazer. He does not like you." Damian hissed, having heard all his uncle's rants about the Laughing Magician, especially whenever he'd just randomly pick up Talia and walk around Nanda Parbat like she was a kitten rather than a deadly assassin. "But I shall call upon my great uncle and ask him for assistance. This matter with the undead shall surely pique his interest."

"Tell the old man I said hi!" Jason cheerfully added, sounding quite pleased to hear about the mysterious uncle. 

"No." Damian blatantly denied. As much as he loves Todd (and he will never admit that), he was not going to let anyone threaten his status as his uncle's favorite child. Over his dead body. 

Damian was quick to walk away from all of them, quickly retrieving all the materials he'd need to summon his uncle. Dark green paint for the summing circle, five candles, and an astrology book. 

"Bats... Why the hell is your son performing a summoning ritual? For a ghost of the realms too." Constantine's tone was strained, clearly disturbed and wary of Damian's actions. 

"Damian." Bruce warned but Damian just waved him off. He watched as Jason started lighting up the candles, humming an unfamiliar tune. 

"D'you think the old man will help us?" 

"Of course! Uncle adores me." 

"You think he'll give me his name?"

"I will gut you, Todd." Damian immediately responded with the most nonchalant tone he could ever give. 

Jason shrugged, before taking a step back. 

"Damian! Whatever you're summoning—" 

"I'm summoning my uncle, father. He's the best person to go to with these issues." Damian insisted, before muttering something unintelligible under his breath.

Bruce was startled when Constantine grabbed him, eyes wide and rapidly turning pale. "Why the hell does your son know how to speak the language of the—"

Fire burst forth from the circle, slowly morphing into an icy blast. 

"Dead." Constantine's breath hitched, "Holy shit, your brat just summoned the ghost king." 

Bruce grabbed Damian the moment a hand emerged from the blast of cold. He shoved his on behind him, suddenly feeling frightened as his entire body felt goosebumps. Fuck. Did Damian really just perform a summoning ritual for such a powerful being? He never expected for Ra's to brainwash his son into believing that such a powerful thing—

"Nephew!" 

Bruce blinked, suddenly blinded by the light. 

"Uncle!" Damian escaped from his grasp, rushing into the circle. Constantine practically screamed once Damian ran into the arms of what was supposedly his uncle and the ghost king. 

In front of Bruce was the most gorgeous man he's ever met. 

The floating hair that reminded him of snow and the green eyes that were purer than the Lazarus pits. He couldn't help but swallow thickly, blinking. Damian was held up by the ghost king, allowing the boy to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. 

"Hello, dami (my blood)." The king cooed, his pronunciation of the nickname much different from the shortened version of Damian's name. "I was not expecting you to call me. What's happened, my dear?" 

Damian hummed, but before he could speak, he was immediately interrupted.

"Long time no see, old man!" Jason yelled, waving his arm as if he wasn't in the same room as the king. 

"Jason! Hello! How are you? The corrupted ecto hasn't returned, has it? If it has, just tell me. I'll schedule a check up with Frostbite." The king quickly fussed, not minding the way Damian was baring his teeth at Jason. "Damian, behave!" 

Damian just seemed to whine, refusing to behave and opting to pestering the king. 

"I'm good, uncle. Haven't gone out crazy since you took me to the doctor." Jason smiled, already ripping of his domino mask to show that his eyes were green tinged with blue, not glowing green like the pits. 

"Good, good. But I really must know why I've been called." The king softly said, directing his words to Damian who was already trying to wriggle our his grasp. Gently, the king settled Damian back on his feet. 

"Right. Uncle, my father, Batman. Father, this is my uncle." Damian introduced, his tone hurried and a bit hesitant. 

The king, Damian's uncle, smiled at Bruce. "Hello there, Mr. Wayne. I've wanted to meet you for a long time." The king hummed, "My name's Danny, but the Al Ghuls call me Danyal." 

"Uncle!" 

"Hush, hush, Damian. I can give my name to anyone I want. I don't suppose that your father is worthy of it."

Bruce really should be more concerned about the fact that the king knew his name. 

"But what of the others?" 

"Little one, I sent Nyssa and Dusan letters ages ago. But rest assured, dearest Talia is still the first to earn it." Danny—Danyal—the ghost king softly spoke and patted Damian's head. "And... Oh, it's you."

"Your majesty!" Constantine enthusiastically greeted while Danny scowled. 

"Tax evading bastard." Danny huffed, shaking his head before promptly ignoring the tax evading bastard in question. 

"Damian." 

"The dead are rising."

Danny blinked, blinked again, before he groaned and shook his head. 

"Okay, sorry. That seemed to be caused by an error on my side. Some prisoners of my realms started a riot and some of them managed to break out. Some have most likely decided to overshadow their old bodies." Danny sighed, "I'll have this taken care of. Apologies for the inconveniences."

"These... Zombies have been wrecking havoc across my city." Bruce frowned, "They've been harming people."

"Vengeful spirits do that. They're criminals meant to be in prison. It's rare for breakouts to happen, in all honesty." Danny paused, just long enough to run his fingers through Damian's hair. "But if you wish to take charge, by all means. These are corpses being possessed by their own spirits and... Well... They're out of their minds. Not really considered revenants since the possession isn't quite permanent." 

"Alright, Bats. We've gotta make a proper deal here. His Majesty was summoned so we've gotta offer him something—" 

"That's not necessary." Danny immediately waved Constantine away, evident displeasure from the man. "The sigil I gave Damian was just to call me to him. No need for an exchange."

"Seriously?" Constantine blurted out. 

Danny just shrugged, "He's family. And my favorite nephew." 

Damian smirked, absolutely smug. "I am your only nephew, uncle."

"Mm... Jason's also my nephew." Danny chuckled softly, easily stepping out of the circle and removing it from the floor—leaving not a single stain. "Now... Shall we deal with the dead?" 

Bruce Wayne has made many bad decisions in his life, especially when it came to his relationships. Damian's ghost king of an uncle might be one of them.

Masterpost

[hinamie]

wanted to practice some more intense angry expressions and what better excuse to further my agenda of giving megumi the emotional catharsis he deserves

[yudol-skorbi]

i am at the point where if i dont finish now i'll newer finish so yeah the rest of the gaaaaaang

[bubbarnes]

“... I'm a nobody. I can't even remember anything. Nothing. Not even my name.”

[duck-jamm]

bill ciper/stanford pines to stanford pines/fiddleford mcgucket to fiddleford mcgucket/stanley pines....... they're de-toxicing the yaoi

[juice-boxy]

They babygirled him

[polycraftory]

This came to me in a vision at 3 AM and I got out of bed to make it.

- Gabe

[nardacci-does-art]

@princessxombie gave me a little disco pumpkin plush & I sewed wings & glued a googly eye on it & it's a littol creechure now

It hangs under streetlamps & slowly spins using its 2 little grabby feet. The light reflecting off its shiny scales disorients its prey- insects, small rodents & sometimes even fish [pretty much anything nocturnal & small enough to fit in its mouth. It uses a froglike tongue to catch prey. I don't know why it's pumpkin shaped or what the stem is for. Vibration-sensing organ maybe? Maybe it uses echolocation, but fitting with the disco theme, it makes like a rhythmic 4-4 beat by clicking its jaws I dunno

[molabuddy]

your best friend the brain-eating sludge

[chickinu]

creature!sif AU

Hello howdy, I am here to share an ISAT AU where Siffrin is a weird lil creature who disguises his "monstrous" features and tries to be a hooman and such!

I've shared this in the ISAT discord server already and was not prepared for so many people to like it as much as they did so I thought I'd put my startup exploratory sketches here

Someone also made a fanfic already of this AU and that just boggles my mind, (if ya wanna read it for yourself, its on AO3 called " scales and feathers, tails and tethers") but is also pushing me to make more cause there's still more ideas I have that I haven't drawn yet, so if you too like this AU, stay tuned~☆

[victarin]

i fucking love people here you guys see this dinnerplate-faced daycare animatronic and go "what if they were detectives" and you make all this amazing astounding art and writing and concepts and designs like yeah . sure . im going to be normal abt this and im not going to think about the incredible levels of creativity involved im not gointg to think about how much i love seeing beginner artists using the dca as a way to learn new skills in art and character design Im not going to think about how much joy is in all those AUs and how much artists and writers put aspects of whatever they enjoy in those stupid ass clowns to make these incredible inspired stories and artworks absolutely Brimming with love for what they created &how much i love seeing people in the community huddling around those AUs and hyping them up and making More Art from those yeah im normal. whatever

[hinamie]

i loved the colours in this scene too much not to do a redraw

[rynliadon]

the scene in the rwrb movie where alex is on the phone with henry which manifests itself AS henry in the flesh on his bed, but his voice switches from sounding like it’s coming from a human in the room to sounding like a phone speaker as he says “i’m hanging up now” … immersing you in the conversation as alex is immersed in the conversation and the reminder pulls you out of that by changing his voice …. exemplifying the distance between them and how henry feels like he could be both right next to alex and an ocean away ….. that was so fucking cool.

[optiwashere]

Not going to reblog or mention the post where I saw these tags, but wow this sentiment sucks as someone who mostly writes one-shots when she writes fic. How does commenting on one-shots not translate to motivation for the writer to continue writing them? What is the thought process there?

Commenting is contributing to fandom; it's a dialogue with the writer while engaging in the community, in theory, and flat out claiming there's no need for it...? Sad, but not particularly unexpected, I guess.