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@seravphâ, I Think I Am Going To Cut My Hair
Interview with the Vampire (1994) dir. Neil Jordan, script by Anne Rice
Gone Girl (2014) dir. David Fincher
Avatar: The Last Airbender (2005-2008), 3x16: Sozinâs Comet
Jacqueline Wilson, Vicky Angel
GĂźlten AkÄąn, âI Cut My Black Hairâ from What Have You Carried Over?
Laurence Price, The Famous Flower of Serving-Men (traditional English language ballad, c. 1656)
Regina Spektor, Samson
Little Women (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig
@seravphâ, I Think I Am Going To Cut My Hair
#DISCLAIMER: DO NOT CUT YOUR HAIR ON THE STRENGTH OF THIS POST AND THEN BLAME ME. SLEEP ON IT. ALL HAIR DECISIONS MUST BE THOUGHT THROUGH#webs#web weaving#theme: the body#theme: womanhood#theme: change#theme: rebirth#theme: loss#theme: repetition#mine#requests#for the request: cutting hair + changes + new beginnings#i got 2/3#@seravph#(im sorry i know i probably overuse this poem but. it owns me body and soul)#interview with the vampire (1994)#anne rice#gone girl (2014)#atla#jacqueline wilson#gĂźlten akÄąn#laurence price#(its really rare we know the names of the authors of these ballads so !!!)#regina spektor#little women (2019)
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[ID: A Venn diagram. The circle on the left reads 'grief', the circle on the left reads 'the ankle you twisted when you were thirteen'. The section where the two circles overlap is labelled 'i think the pain is gone and then i do something weird and it strikes again'. End ID.]
where's that picture that ruined my life
#@typewriter-worries#unknown source#words#image described#image described in main text#topic: grief#theme: the body#theme: anguish
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someoneâs hands have always been inside of you
â places Iâm at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / tip jar!
#bioshock#what a nightmare torment nexus of a relationship dynamic. love it!#(john wolfe did a re play thru of it and it brought back a lot of memories lmao#I have code yellow illustration I want to do and maybe try out some body horror with Jack since agency and the lack there of is#a theme so why not go full tilt with it)
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[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [PART 7] [Donât Let it Reach the Heart]
Nobody Anymore Nobody Anymore
[This comic is part of my dbhc au, following the chaos and panic that ensues after Doc and Xisuma try to get Etho back online at the start of s9 after a very rough s8 finale that leaves him a little. broken. It's set to the vibes of Joywave's Destruction. This part concludes this comic, but this moment doesn't end here: Don't Let it Reach the Heart will be the title of the fic that will follow the end of Destruction!]
#dbhc#dbhc art#hermitcraft au#dbhc doc#dbhc xisuma#dbhc etho#ethoslab#xisumavoid#docm77#art escapades#hermitcraft#tw gore#tw death#tw main character death#tw body horror#tw glitch#tw glitching#tw eyestrain#tw robot gore#tw head trauma#tw dark themes#tw limb loss#please let me know if theres anything else I should tag! want to be super safe since this is so dark#very excited (very terrified) for Don't Let it Reach the Heart <3#i wanted to end this with a sense of dreadful silence idk#a shot of the three of them individually with how things end... augh#horrible#horrible i say#thank you everyone for coming along on this journey and for your patience with me <3#i appreciate it more than you know!
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motherhood.
#cw: gore#cw: blood#cw: body horror#cw: pregnancy#at least a metaphorical one#unfortunately i fuck with the body horror side of claymore very much#the cinema of clare holding teresa's severed head in her hands...getting her organs transplanted into her...#the way that her âawakenedâ form is inherently messy and wild and feral while teresa is pristine and angelic#oughhhh....the themes...the idealised mother..#the way that the only reason teresa is strong enough to beat priscilla easily is because clare BELIEVES she's that strong#despite irene literally saying in canon that priscilla had it in her to surpass teresa as a CHILD#teresa you would love to see the touchstarved animal of rage and grief your daughter grew up into#and also feel conflicted about how she willingly submitted her life to a system you were forcibly trapped in for the sake of avenging you#probably#teresa of the faint smile#clare claymore#teresa claymore#claymore manga#claymore#stillindigo art
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[ID: A patchwork quilt with red and white borders. In the centre are a selection of different coloured patches of fabric. Over the top of the multicolour patches, in more red fabric, read the words:
SLEPT 14 HOURSâ STILL TIRED. DIZZY. WOKE UP WITH HEADACHE. SEVERE CHEST PAIN. HANDS ALWAYS HURT. MIGRAINE. SITTING IS PAINFUL. ER SAYS IT IS FINE.
End ID.]
symptom journal quilt by Nicole Jones Studio
#art#@nicolejones.studio#nicole jones#textile#words#image described#image described in main text#theme: sickness#theme: anguish#theme: the body
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finally finished all the companions + my tav! now its time to have fun with outfits :]
#my wips#finally lettin yall rb this one lol#been really fun workin on bodies outside my normal range#also if yall have western themed outfit ideas for em send em my way#ive handful of ideas but more opinions is always better
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As a prompt Danny after he enters Gotham for any suddenly starts growing again for the first time since the portal incident and his body instead of slowly again decides to catch up all the missing years of growing at once so Danny goes from still looking 14 to suddenly having his father's height and looking his actual age.
Growing pains.... Literally
Since his death, Danny hasn't really... Grown. His parents think he's a late bloomer, that he'll grow later in life. But it's been four years since he's died and he hasn't grown a single inch in that time.
Frostbite is kind enough to tell me that... Well... He's stuck.
He's stuck in this form until something affects his physical form. Amity, even though it's considered the most haunted place in earth, doesn't have enough ambient ectoplasm for Danny. There are too many ghosts from the realm that feed of it, too many nevermores that need it to exist. Amity feeds it's ghosts but it doesn't have enough for a halfa like him.
When he moved to Gotham for the aerospace program (plus the scholarship) he doesn't expect much from it. People still question him about his age, it almost ends with him flinging his ID and birth certificate on people and cussing them out on his height.
He had even started exploring the city. There was this one cafe he found and the owner, Lily, was an absolute angel! With a shotgun. And he met a lot of people in Lily's Eden Cafe, like this weird kid that apparently dropped out of high school. Now, Danny ain't one to judge, so he's pretty okay with Tim. Except for the fact that he was so cool and smooth on a skateboard. Danny wanted one too.
Almost a week after moving, he's suffering. His body hurts, everything aches. It's as if something inside of him was trying to break out and it's making his bones strain. Everything about it hurts.
Many days passed of Danny being delirious from the pain, barely able to register what he was doing. A week and it's like he spent a coma walking around while his consciousness was asleep, practically dead by the lack of his memories.
The next time he woke up, it's been a week since he blacked out from the pain.
There's music in the background, almost familiar. The beat is something he heard Ember compose before his eighteenth birthday, then it was practically blasted through our the Ghost Zone when the day actually came.
"Shhh! Turn that racket down!"
"Hell nah! He likes it, see?"
"The little king seems.... To......change... Gotham..."
His eyes snapped open, gasping when he saw multiple pairs of eyes looking down at him.
"He's alive!"
Danny's instincts took over in that second and he's sending a blast of ecto towards the sudden scream. More screaming. Too much screaming. His head hurt.
"Holy shit, baby pop!"
He takes a moment before he's recognizing Ember... And the hole on his wall... And his glowing hand. Shit.
"Woah, woah! Calm down."
In Danny's confused state, he could barely register Kitty and Johnny in the room. Oh, and Shadow too. But still...
"Iâ What happened?" He groaned, blinking slowly. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
His voice... OH MY GOD HIS VOICE! Why was it so deep?! What was wrong with his voice? Did he have a cold or something? Or maybe it's just his morning voiceâ
"Congrats on your dawning!" Johnny congratulated, grinning like a madman.
"What?" ooh, that was weird, "What the heck is an dawning?"
"Ooh, baby pop!" Ember cooed, "Forgot that our little king is still pretty new to being all ghost. C'mon now, baby. Mama Ember will teach you all about ghost puberty."
"GHOST WHAT?!"
Ghost puberty was a thing apparently. He had hauled himself into the Far Frozen after yelling at the four ghosts to steal him some clothes that would actually fit him. Because his entire body felt wrong... So wrong.
He was taller now. Having shot up from 5'4" to a whopping 6'2". Everything still hurt and now all his clothes didn't even fit! Nothing looked right when he'd looked at the mirror. He was almost as tall a shis dad nowâhe looked almost exactly like his dad now actually. It was almost terrifying how much he resembled his dad. If he went to visit now, he's sure that his mother would have a heart attack from how quickly he had grown.
"Frostbite!" Danny practically growled and oooh... Yeah, now it sounded differently to whenever he'd end up snarling. The deepness of his voice almost intimidated him.
"Great one!" The yeti greeted, looking utterly ecstatic to see him. "Ah, I see you've finished your dawning. I offer my sincerest congrats, your majesty."
"Yeah, yeah. The fuck is a Dawning?"
Frostbite blinked, before his expression morphed into a grim one. "Oh dear... I had thought that the Observants would have deigned to explain this too you upon your coronation... Well, let us sit then, great one. This will be a long one."
To summarize it all, Ghost puberty.
A Dawning was a time every ghost went through, so long as there was enough ambient ectoplasm around them to help their forms morph into their preferred appearances. Usually, a ghosts appearance to their own mentality. Their maturity.
Apparently, Young Blood already went through a Dawning but remained in his child-like form due to his own mental age. He was a child in heart, mind, soul, and body.
Meanwhile... Danny who was still alive yet also dead, had followed on with his mental maturity. His body morphed, it changed, it adapted to how he saw himself, how he desperately wanted to become deep down in his core.
And this Danny Fenton was a 6'2" giant trying to control all his limbs that were suddenly too long, too heavy. Everything felt strange....
Tim Drake's favorite cafe was known for being neutral ground for both rogues and vigilantes. You don't fuck around Lilian's cafe or else she'll pull out a rifle and shoot you dead. So if course, Tim fucking loved the place.
Actually, many people frequented it.
He's familiarised himself with the faces of a lot of people by then. Even that scrawny new kid that arrived three weeks ago. Tim remembers Danny for how enthusiastic he was about going to collage, not even minding the madness of Gotham itself. It was like he thrived in it.
He waves at Lilian after ordering his usual, taking a seat in the corner before he's whipping out his laptop. Duke and Steph arrive soon after, immediately ordering before going off to join Tim.
Mundane things, something they all seemed to appreciate more.
The bell rings, more customers arrive andâ
"Danny! Holy hell, what happened?"
Tim paused, immediately snapping his eyes towardsâ WHAT THE FUCK?!
Steph whistled, "Hot damn..."
Danny Fenton was a scrawny young man, shorter than Tim. Even more slim.
But whoever the hell entered the cafe was 6'2", almost as muscled as Jason, and slouching like Clarkâas if he was in the wrong body. He almost dropped his drink if not for Duke gently guiding his hand down.
"Hey, Lils..."
God, what the fuck was that? What was happening? Who the hell was this awkward adonis with a voice as deep as the fucking ocean?
"Tim?" Duke waved his hand over his eyes, "Timothy? Timbers?"
"Duke, leave him alone. He's gone, never coming back." Steph snickered, shaking her head before her eyes went back to Danny, who was stuttering as he tried to order what he wanted. "But damn if I wouldn't act the same. Shoot your shotâ"
Shoot his fucking shot he did.
"Hey Danny..." Tim slid up to him with a smile.
Danny blinkedâwoah was he tall and practically built like a fucking fridgeâbefore his eyes brightened and a smile joined his expression.
"Hi Tim!"
Was this how Bruce felt like when he saw Clark?
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#tw: depictions of body dysmorphia#dpxdc#Growing pains.... Literally#dc x dp#danny phantom#danny fenton#crossover#tim drake#red robin#dead tired#Danny gets a growths spurt and gets to be as tall as his dad#my bou went hime for Thanksgiving and managed to rival his dad in his bear hugs#Tim thought the twink was cute but then the twink got red hood's build#Timothy âDated 2 girls as a vigilante and civilianâ Drake knows hiw to flirt#Danny's going through shit with ghost puberty#the music ember was blasting through hus coma was legit just the theme song of DP
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had a terribly romantic nightmare where i was a corpse reanimated by sentient worms and tried to get back to my lover/best friend who regretfully killed me again at my request to release me from my torment and ensure they didn't meet the same fate. woke up feeling nauseously upset.
#����#body horror#?#it was also terror themed but that part is irrelevant since it didnt fit with the rest of the theme#like why was i worms fitzjames. unnecessary distraction
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Homegrown
Thistle and Delgal - Dungeon Meshi, Ryoko Kui
^ Fernando Pessoa / Killing Flies, Michael Dickman / A Brother Named Gethsemane, Natalie Diaz / Antigonick, Anne Carson v Oats We Sow, Gregory and the Hawk
#Dungeon meshi#spoilers#dungeon meshi manga spoilers#thistle#sissel#thistle dungeon meshi#web weaving#web weave#Just in case for sake of transparency: in the âwhat a relief everyoneâs safeâ panel I erased a bit of dialogue he originally said#âWhat a relief everyoneâs BODY IS safeâ#But yk. Delusions angst. Dinner table Thistle imagery you are famous to me#delicious in dungeon#Umm go check out my Thistle & Falin fic on ao3 called Slivers maybe idk#Sometimes it does feel like Thistle has an age regression through the manga itâs interesting. Kui what were you cooking#I am a firm believer that Thistleâs an adult and that that doesnât take anything away from his narrative tho.#Heâs the older brother here & thatâs the whole point. God dunmeshi family narratives I love youuu#Thistles are a weed⌠Idk the garden theme for him works great imo. Make that dungeoneum manage that kingdom like an ecosystem
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geto x the summer hikaru died crossover
#jujutsu kaisen#fanart#geto suguru#kenjaku#crossover#the body snatching theme made me think of suguru/kenny#i might draw a more extensive stsg/the summer hikaru died au eventually bc i think itd be fun#please read the manga if ur not familiar with it its amazing
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Gift-piece for @ghosts-of-rishi for some ideas we were playing around with. Fives discovering Echo is alive but possibly even more cursed than they already were.
They say thereâs no good that can come from making deals with the Piper, but what Jangoâs after is hardly what most peopleâd call âgoodâ.
(Featuring Cursed!Jango, who went looking for a son in the wrong places, made a deal with a sea-god, double-crossed said sea-god, and now has three million cursed children.)
âFlesh and blood, you said,â the sea-witch taunted, gloated, condemned. And they are, they are â Jangoâs split up, every bit of him, flesh and blood he never even had, divided between every blessed child â but no amount of clever carving of meat can account for a soul, and thatâs the real curse. It is not Jango, not Jango alone, who is caged within the unnatural ribs and skull and pounding veins. âWatch them grow, fool; nurture them.â The sea-witch sentenced, and Jango does, he does; silently screaming, unable to separate himself from a single one, unable to sleep even when they sleep, too split up in too many inhuman ways to speak or think beyond wishing it was over⌠but they know heâs there, and speak to him sometimes. He can hear them cursing, over three million souls better left dead at the bottom of the seas, plucked and borrowed and wiped clean with new flesh sewn together. Why didnât you leave us be? One is sobbing because he knows he should be dead and they say thatâs as good as being at peace, and he is neither of those things.
His children are his spitting image, but they have old, old eyes and no memories of how they came to be that way, and there are three million of them â and not a soul that ever knew Jango Fett before â before â before â can explain it. He watches them all try through six million eyes.
#artists on tumblr#fan art#star wars fanart#star wars: the clone wars#jango fett#arc trooper fives#arc trooper echo#Mer-creature!Echo#Pirate!Fives#Cursed Pirate AU#Cw: body horror#CW: dark themes#Slight on both those just to be safe#CW: Death#CW: undeath#Everything Goes Wrong and then how do you live#tfw your brother is alive but potentially about to drown you
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Mihi vindicta: ego retribuam, dicit Dominus.
#cw: blood#my trashy art#hell followed with us#hell followed with us fanart#hfwu fanart#benji hfwu#i finished this book ages ago but i was busy#anyway..trans body horror bool my beloved#religious themes my beloved
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i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.
He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.
And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.
And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.
Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.
Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."
There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.
It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.
Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.
At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.
"Do you like to do anything?"
Nothing. Just silence.
Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.
Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.
Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.
And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.
He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.
Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.
So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.
"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"
"Don't."
He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.
Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"
"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."
It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"
The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."
Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."
And they fall back into silence.
Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."
He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.
(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)
At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.
Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.
("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")
(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)
(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)
It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."
The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."
The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.
When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.
Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.
"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."
When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.
Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc prompt#man i just really need more dpdc stuff where danny and bruce have a good relationship. like man i NEED it. like i need to see these two#bonding together. and not in a cracky 'oh danny is a distant friend/cousin/etc' stuff but like. active participants in each other's lives#or as active as can be in this case. i neeeeed these two getting along and caring about one another#this idea came to me like last night and hasn't left since nd it was driving me up the wall to think about both positively and negatively b#i neeeded someone to hear about this or i was gonna implode#danny is the first son#tried to just get the general gist of the idea down but i definitely thought of the idea that bruce lowkey suspects vlad for having a hand#Vlad allows Danny to sneak off because he thinks Danny is alone. if he knew Bruce was there he'd be piiisssed and would put a stop to it#Sam and Tucker are alive they just got ghosted for a bit by danny bc he was in Major Grief and didn't wanna socialize. He couldn't go to#them because he didn't wanna put them in danger via Vlad.#oh that thing he handed Bruce? Yeah that's his ghost core. I have a headcanon (that isnt always applied) that ghosts can take their cores#out of their bodies at will and painlessly and without issue. and its common practice actually to do so bc they can be a not insignificant#distance away from said core before problems start to act up. and its common for ghosts to leave their physical cores at their lairs for#safekeeping because as long as the physical core is fine: so is the ghost. they can reform if their body gets destroyed. it also acts as a#fast travel sometimes. where they can reform at their core in an instant. its not inspired in the slightest by SU but i do see the overlap#most cores are pretty small for safety sake: its harder to hit if its small. and they're pr resilient too but its better to be safe than#sorry. so yeah. danny essentially gave bruce the physical embodiment of his soul and indirectly said#'if anything happens to me at least i'll be safe with you'#danny doesn't know he's batman btw#starry rambles.#was gonna go into danny becoming a vigilante beside bruce but im sleeeepy so i'll do that in a reblog. he's gonna go by nightingale if#anyone is interested. stereotypical but to be frank it is a *good* name imo. has a good amount of syllables and consonants to it#and the bird theme. and since its part of an ancestral name it has even more backing for it being bird-y without being meta
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ephemeral is the flesh
#final fantasy xiv#emet-selch#g'raha tia#crystal exarch#hythlodaeus#<- making one brief symbolic appearance as he always does#emetexarch#i. i guess. i don't know. maybe?#ffxiv#shadowbringers#comic#fanart#gore/#body horror/#WHO WANTS TO TALK ABOUT THEMES OF THE BODYYYYYYYYY
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ĺć
or 'YĹŤjĹ', meaning: Friendship
â Please do not repost to any other sites â
#i started and finished this in one day#can you fucking believe that#the wishship demons overtook my body to give me inspiration#also the beginning is off theme but i think its really funny so#wishshipping#yugi mutou#yugi muto#katsuya jounouchi#joey wheeler#yugioh#yugioh season 0#s0#my edits#devo speaks#yujou
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