#personification of Life

[im-a-lil-bitch-boi]

yea kno wut i wanna read? fics about Danny bein raised by Life and Death. or at least the personificafions of them. idc how it goes or y hes bein raised by hem

bad parents fentons? good parents fentons but they die? de-aged danny? aged up danny?

hell idc if its a cross over or not. i jus rly rly wanna see Death and Life raisin Danny. bc hes both Dead and Alive. bc he is the balancw. so y not make him their son?

[claraoswalds]

This is a brand new science for me, and I love it. The language of luck. 'Cause what is a coincidence but a form of accident? Two things bumping together unexpectedly. Like you and me.

[lrndvs]

ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ 𝐹𝐸𝒜𝑅

[seren-dipitous-art]

And now my TimKon lineart, just to complete the set. Honestly I’m not sure which stage is my favourite.

[j0-0l]

Elliot Stardew valley u are so special and important to me..... no one gets this man like me concernedape specifically specially crafted him for me i think about him everyday

[nelkcats]

Caged Death

After speaking with Clockwork, Danny discovered that the Ghost King's job was not only as the ruler of the Realms or the caretaker of the ghosts, but also as the representative of death.

It turns out that death has taken different personifications over the centuries (and because of the number of dimensions) but they always needed a leader. The Ghost King was meant to be the one to guide them and do most of the work, guiding the humans' souls to a better place and help when needed, which is why he needed so much power in the first place. This was obviously neglected by his predecessor, making the current deaths suspicious.

Although it was hard, Danny began to do his work, he noticed the misinterpretation that people had of death, and how those who were at the end of their lifetime understood it better. When he went to visit one of the dimensions that had recently gone through a war, he was captured.

An old wizard had discovered that he could trap death and prevent it from spreading. He caught the King and demanded that he return the soul of his son, he also demanded him to go away and take no one else with it.

Danny refused, those souls needed to rest, and the other personifications of death could do his work in the other dimensions but since they knew that he would take care of DC dimension problem, he was worried that he had stopped the cycle of life by accident on the dimension.

The Justice League were undecided on how to proceed, wasn't the lack of death good?, but after John Constantine took them to the hospital with all the injured begging to rest in peace they understood, although Batman seemed reluctant to help, Robin's recent death was probably still affecting him.

[riverofinkofficial]

There are cages without doors. There are fences cutting endlessly into the sky with no dirt to dig underneath it.. There are trees without leaves in forests I have never seen! In the deepest oceans I am eaten by beasts with thousands of teeth and bears fish me out of water. I fly with Icarus and he falls and I remain. I fly with dragons and they burn me and I remain. I walk on coals and through swarms of hornets. And I remain. There are homes with no windows. There are hollow families and one of them walks through a glass door; I am full of shards between the spaces of my plastic vessel.

Now there is one place where no one can touch. Except for two. The one who remains and she who walks in the glass toward me. There Is only a window that I crawl through to run away from myself because I fear the death of something beyond me which has morphed into a form of myself and made a home inside my clasped hands.

Those are the hands that play the keys of a piano that may never reach anyone at all. One which the puppet master casts into shadows because what is played is honest and not bound by their strict lines. There are no right notes to play but those which are ugly and raw.

So I resort to rash verses, not always with grace and all a bit impulsive. I resort to myths and metaphors to define a reality which I only pretend to know. A reality which is fluid and changes with universes vast and eager to sneak up behind you. I resort to dreams of other places with myself and the Glasswalker. I dream of reality where I am a warrior against beasts which are, in actuality, shards of myself. And I relax when words tangle and jumble out of sense. I am joyfully embraced in the glass bitten hands that I hold gingerly and kiss. I feel best in places that change and move. 

These hands play silent violins in woken dreams watching some other dimension do the same and break into sound. These pink lips scream out in raw energy the songs of others which so delicately find words when mine are too messy to grasp. My best is the things that I feel even when it doesn’t make sense and becomes redundant but then again, some things should be said and repeated and said all over again for our own attention let alone someone else’s. That's the trick, right? To find something that makes you feel in the awkward stimulated version of life.

But we stay in caves with no light to follow. We leave our tracks for beasts to come tear us away. We wear a face without eyes and call it realistic. We find anyway to run away into other dimensions and pretend to be enjoying our own. Why? Why do you cover your already closed eyes? Don’t you know what’s out there? 

We chose to die. We didn’t have to.

[heartburiedingreece]

THIS PHOTO OF ELIO MAKES MY FUCKING INSANE FUCKING LOOK AT HIM WITH THOSE FUCKING PUPPYEYES AND WITH THE SHIRT AND HIS HAIR AND HIS FUCKING CHEST AND OH MY GOOOOOODDDDDDD😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

[jerreeeeeee]

i don’t know if i’m ever gonna write the fic but i’ve been thinking abt like. the eternal stockade. the implications. lup, a lich who was trapped in a dark featureless cell for a decade completely isolated with nothing to keep her sanity but her own mind. she has to put people in the eternal stockade. how many liches does she see herself in. how many liches started out just like her. how many liches are truly too far gone. and the only liches we ever see other than her and barry are edward and lydia. they’re certainly evil, but mad? they seem pretty sane. they’re not, like, tattered echoes of souls, they’re definitely still people. even as much of a grudge as lup surely has against them, wouldn’t they remind her incredibly strongly of herself? do they deserve to be trapped just like she was? for eternity? isn’t eternity what turned john to existential despair in the first place?

[ceaselesswwatch3r]

hey guys if colin becomes anymore relatable i fear i might start crying

[didoofcarthage]

The Personifications of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter by Rosalba Carriera

Italian, c. 1726-1744

pastel on blue paper

Royal Collection Trust

[ink-blot-thoughts]

Shen Qingqiu: Binghe is babey and has done nothing wrong in his life, ever.

Luo Binghe, actively committing war crimes: Shizun 🥺🥹😍

[bird-inacage]

Only Friends | Boston's Scheming Murder/Stank Face

This boy is a complete chaos demon. He has absolutely no respect for anyone. Just look at the sheer levels of seething vitriol, the juvenile brand of sneering contempt and disdain. If I didn't know any better, he may as well have been raised by a pack of rabid dogs.

As much as I despise everything he's doing, I can't help but be thoroughly entertained. (Somehow I find Top far more insidious and annoying). So kudos to Neo, whose eating this role up. You can tell he's having a lot of fun playing Boston.

[that-guy-in-the-chiton]

A matter life & Death; Ice Age.

[silusvesuius]

N*loth is literally prime NPD representation and that's just how it is. Dat's just how i feel . if iiiiiii hear anyhing ab him needing to be humbled or put in his place i'll just tear my hair out right here and match his look. not even trying to lift him up or defend him i'm just defending the mentally ill skajrim characters nobody wants to understand,

[pickapea]

how can you call yourself a man if you don't even have a minimum of 6 different kinds of knäckebröd in your pantry at all times. you will never satisfy a woman