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starry-bi-sky · 25 days
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my body's aching like a knock-down drag-out
and my poor heart is an open wound A Childhood Friends Au snippet that very briefly delves into Danny's life post-accident. CW: Mild Mentions of Blood, Violence, VERY mild gore ig. Danny briefly recalls getting impaled during a fight.
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What they don't tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it can hurt. That it can hurt more than when you were alive. That when you die, the emotions you die with stick with you like a leech that just won't let go. That emotions are ugly little thorns that stick their barbs into you and grow beneath your skin; or, at least, whatever’s left of it. 
Danny is familiar with anger. It kept him warm in Gotham, when his parents weren't home from work and he and Jason were crowding Crime Alley with their presence. It kept him warm in Amity, when the fresh sting of moving was still needling into his heart and he wanted nothing more than to rip and tear into the closest person next to him.
He's familiar with violence. With fights. With death. He's seen people die in Crime Alley probably every day. From overdose, from gunshots, from stab wounds; anything that can kill, rest assured he's seen it. He's familiar with getting his own knuckles rough and bloody when other kids turn and bare their teeth at him and Jason; they're all just starving dogs stuck in a fighting pit, primed and ready to rip out each other's throats. 
Black eyes, stomped hands, bloody noses. You name it; he’s had it. Gotham is paved with the blood of her children, and Danny likes to imagine that when he was born, the doctors handed his mother a file and told her; “Take it. He’s going to need it for his teeth.” 
Danny’s mom (and dad, for that matter) was too busy trying to keep him and Jazz fed, so Danny stole the file from her drawer with Jazz’s help, and did it himself.  
He’s familiar with anger, he thought he was getting better at it these days. It doesn’t come to him as easily as it did before. Of course, that was before Jason died. 
Danny is less familiar with grief. Caring kills and Gotham kills the caring, so Danny cares very little about other people. Or he tries to. But grief hurts. His grief hurts. It hurts too much. It hurts like a bug trying to crawl out of his chest; like a rat chewing a hole through his heart. Some days he wants to dig his hands into his hair and split himself down the middle. Some days he just wants to scream. 
He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. 
He wants the whole city to hear him wailing, some days. It sticks itself in the back of his throat like bile, and Danny is one wrong retch away from letting it loose. It sticks in his lungs like all the tar he’s smoked in since he was nine. It pushes and aches at his temples, in his head, like his brain is trying to swell out of his skull. His thoughts becoming so loud they threaten to commandeer his tongue.  
He has no mouth, but he must scream. 
Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it hurts more than when you were alive. Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it’s violent. That it’s bloody. Or as bloody as it can be when everyone has no blood. 
Another thing they don’t tell you about being dead, is that it’s a lot like Gotham that way.
With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies forget death itself. Blood comes easy, like water, and teeth are encouraged. Bring your own fangs to the fight. Dying is something you can just walk off. 
Danny’s been dead for three months. He can’t say he’s been walking it off easy. He’s perfected the art of turning his nails into claws since his heart was still beating, but he can’t say he’s perfected fighting other ghosts. 
Scrappy is just not enough. 
He feels like he’s back in Gotham again. Back in her death-shroud alleyways, fighting someone bigger than him. But there’s no Jason to watch his back, and Danny has to get himself out of there alone. Or he might just not get up at all. 
Black eyes, busted lips. It’s familiar to him like an old scent, Danny isn’t quite sure that he’s missed it. It’s more familiar than his fights with Dash. 
But there’s no one else who can do it but him. Not Sam, not Tucker. He can’t lose them too. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t. His heart can’t take another break, he already feels like he’s going insane. 
With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies fight like death themself. He learns why when Technus puts a street sign through his stomach one day. It pins him to the asphalt like a moth pinned by its wings. 
Danny claws at the metal like how an animal caught in a trap chews off its leg, and every move is blinding pain. He thinks he was howling, but it’s hard to tell. He couldn’t recognize the sound of his voice. 
He bleeds green. It mixes in black with the pitch blackhole in his heart, which throbs and twists and cries in time with his reckless panic. The finger-choking terror of dying again strangles out the air he doesn’t need. His blood evaporates, only to reabsorb into him. It just bleeds out again, cycling like a snake eating its own tail. 
Danny breaks his nails clawing at the metal, and eventually gets it in his mind to pull it out. So he does, and the end drips ectoplasm green as he gets to his feet. In red-vision, Danny sends the sign back with snarling, vicious fervor. The pain is irrelevant in his rage.
Only after the fight does the hole the pole left start to close. Danny doesn’t shift human until it’s gone. Unlike other injuries, a scar stays behind. Ugly; mottled, it aches for a week with every twist and stretch his body makes. He hates it. 
Being dead is agony. 
Every part of him is in pain. Every step, every word he speaks, everything he does, it is prerequisite with pain. The body is temporary, but the soul is forever, and death has carved into it with its freezing green hands and left him with never-ending heartache. It has torn from him and stolen what of him it could, and in return it’s left him with sorrow. 
His pain is his grief, and he’s sobbed in the safety of his room more times than he can count. It’s still as fresh as the day he heard the news of Jason’s death. He knows, instinctively, that it will stay fresh forever. 
In his room, Danny shoves his hands over his mouth and shrieks in whatever, muffled way he can into his pillow. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. He needs to be louder. He needs to be heard. He refuses to be. 
Being dead hurts. 
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youngbloodbuzz · 4 months
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hi! I messaged you a while back in august asking you for permission to bind bhah as a gift for my girlfriend. it was actually for a gift for our anniversary a few days ago and she loved it :) as promised, here are some pictures of the finished books, i hope i did it justice!
thanks to you and roman for writing a beautiful story, these books wouldn't be possible without you.
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HELLO?!??!?!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME THESE ARE INCREDIBLE I'M LOSING MY MIND. ROMAN AND I ARE CURRENTLY GUSHING ABOUT IT AS WE SPEAK
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wow. just wow. what an incredible honour and a gift, it's incredible. I'm obsessed with how it took THREE (3) volumes to fully bookbind and that chapters 11 and 12 take up the entirety of volume 3 lmfao. roman and I LOVE the symbols in the back and the way volume 2 ends with "Dear Jamie, Come Home" jkdgbadjkfbads and oH My god the books are blue too I cannot believe this.
i wish i could say "I NEED A COPY" at the top of my lungs and commission you but bookbinding is so much work as it is and worth every expensive penny that I can't afford right now lmaooo I'm so glad your girlfriend loved it as an anniversary gift, definitely did it justice and more. just absolutely amazing, well done I love it so much
@romanimp
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bittyfromquotev · 21 days
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You…You’re here, too?
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It’s Sunburst of the CFAU! He is Evil/Dark Sun. BOY does he have trauma.
I made the title of this what it is because I have had ideas circulating in my brain about canon TSAMS Moon coming to the CFAU to figure out why it survived Ruin’s thing because the Creator in this dimension is still alive. He thinks it’s Sun he meets but quickly learns otherwise.
Idk man just ideas
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samethstarrart · 7 months
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Liking the sketch so far :3
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roman-writing · 1 year
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bring home a haunting (12/12)
Fandom: The Haunting of Bly Manor
Pairing: Jamie Taylor / Dani Clayton
Rating: E (smut galore)
Wordcount: 60,732
Authors’ notes: at last, it is done.
Read it here on AO3
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fratboykate · 11 months
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a friend recently started reading cfau for the first time. chapter one went up on ao3 well over six years ago so in order to be able to respond to their comments/questions i had to start re-reading the chapters because i couldn't remember shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. over the years ive reread a chapter/parts of a chapter here and there to answer questions and i did reread some stuff when i was writing the last six chapters last year to make sure i was keeping continuity stuff but ive never read the whole thing from start to finish. like...ever.
as we know, the writer's strike has me chronically unemployed and i was filling my endless free time by being here/writing the kyaus. since that stopped a few days ago ive had JACK SHIT to do so one day i went to read the latest chapter my friend commented on and then just...didn't stop??? had to do something with my days right? lol. there's been A LOT of cringing at the writing (seriously how did y'all ever read this 🫣🥴) but then again the bulk of this was written six years ago and im also my worst critic so...id like to think i dont suck this bad right now lol. well......that aside...ive officially read 31 chapters. that means THE chapter 32 is next lol. all sixty two thousand words of it. i dont think ive ever reread the entirety of chapter 32 since it was posted the first week of 2018. i did go back and reread specific parts of it last year when i was finishing this because i needed to remember some stuff but never the whole thing. i know the letters fucked me up even when i was writing them so...this should be interesting.......
starting this at 3:45am feels like a fucking terrible idea but...here we go.
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samethstarr · 7 months
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Silver: "Don't worry, when Sonic tells Blaze I ran away and joined the circus, she'll think it's weird and come rescue us!"
Blaze after Sonic tells her Silver ran away and joined the circus: "I'm so glad he found something he's passionate about. I was worried about him."
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insertsona · 21 days
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hello tumblr. can i interest you in more doodles of this guy
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veinsfullofstars · 2 days
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Idea that bandanna dee reminds dedede of Box Dee
Hm… I’m assuming you meant to say Bow Dee, anon? If so, then I can kinda see why you’d think that.
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While I wouldn’t call it a one-to-one comparison (Bow is a bit more impulsive and abrasive, while Bandee can be nervous and kind-hearted to a fault), there are definitely some parallels you can draw between them: the energetic personality, the love of adventure, the courage to stand up to danger despite the odds, etc. Dedede doesn’t get to see Bow as often in the future - busy with their duties aboard the Halberd after earning the title of Sailor Dee - but I think he’d still pick up on these similarities regardless, having grown up with one and practically helped raise the other (or so he boasts).
On one hand, it’s probably nostalgic for him to see glimpses of his old friends in the young spearwielder - smart and skilled (and a little skittish) like his father, brave and joyful (and a little reckless) like his godparent. It’s like little reminders of his youth, the adventures had and memories made, living on in the next generation.
But, on the other hand, he might feel a pang of dread. “Oh great - now there’s two of them.”
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Sketch started and finished 04/24/24.
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spamton-addison · 1 year
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the fun thing is im asking for oc asks but im not even thinking about my ocs rn
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majimemegoro · 7 months
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post that 1.5 people will understand oh well
Kadokura:
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M.B.:
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Van Owen:
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Roland:
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Trippo:
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Zivotofsky:
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Lindell:
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Castellane:
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and bonus Kimi:
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youngbloodbuzz · 5 days
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It was an emotional moment and everything but every time I imagine Jamie trudging up ahead of Dani helping Karen back home and kicking snow out of the pathway, it is just the cutest image and I don’t know if that was intentional.
it was definitely meant to be very cute and very gallant of her. jamie is nothing but incredibly charming and the embodiment of acts of service
@romanimp
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bittyfromquotev · 12 days
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The Eclipses see their namesake
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I finally finished this! In honor of the 2024 eclipse!
Solar and Eclipse feel bad that Topaz needs those special glasses ;-;
I love Eclipse in this AU I need to draw and write him more <3
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samethstarrart · 7 months
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WIP. Their special ability is putting metal spoons in the microwave and running away giggling.
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yxlenas · 9 months
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I've mostly been lurking but the CFAU renaissance courtesy of @sweepy-stringbean is making me so happy.
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fratboykate · 11 months
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i almost made it. i made it past the letters pretty much unscathed and then less than a dozen sentences from the end of the chapter this finally got me:
"Thirty nine years after her heart was irreparably broken, Clarke saw her boy smile once again and she finally knew what peace meant."
whover wrote this is an ASSHOLE lol why does anyone put up with me? what is this shit? who told me i was allowed to do this?
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