#rencarnation

[akuworld777]

I have an idea for an au, Dazai Osamu is Tim Drake’s past life.

And you could say they have nothing in common, you’d be wrong, they’re both super intelligent people, they’re both manipulative assholes when they want to, they’re both paranoid, they both have a relationship with a clone who’s not a clone (Kon is a clone but he also has Lex’s DNA, he’s obviously a tube baby but some people aren’t ready for that talk, and Chuuya well, he has all the stuff with being a lab rat and I think it was canon that he’s not the clone but Chuuya isn’t sure so he has the whole trauma of being a clone anyways so it counts)

And speaking of Chuuya and Kon, Chuu is totally Kon’s past life and that’s one of the reasons why when Tim and Kon meet they had this problem between them, like always fighting and stuff. Also Kon has TTK and Chuuya can control gravity, they’re really similar powers if you think about it.

So yeah, Dazai is Tim past life Chuu is Kon past life. Now can you all think about the angst of these people? Like imagine the reason Tim follows Batman's rules so much is because he feels like he needs to be good and that's another reason why he hates his future self (Batman with guns) because he makes him think about his time in the mafia, about Oda and the agency.

Remember how much Dazai cares about Oda and how Tim was really a super fan of Dick, what if Dick made him feel comfortable because he made Tim think about Oda, like Dick isn't Oda's reincarnation or anything, they're just similar and that makes Tim feel better and worse, because he loves Oda and sometimes he thinks what if Oda was there and not Dick and Tim hates thinking like that because Dick is his brother. And better because at least he has a reminder of his friend in some way.

I think in this au the only people with past lives who are BSD are Tim and Kon because Soukoku is one soul in two bodies, so obviously they would follow each other into the reincarnation cycle while yelling and hitting each other. I'm not sure if I like the idea of ​​Tim remembering his past life, just parts, or just feeling things but not knowing where they came from and the same with Kon, but I'm not sure if I want one to remember and the other not.

I remember something that i want to say, write? Well to the point, Tim is also suicide like Dazai, like not as hardcore as Dazai but Tim has his moments and that is other thing they have in common (like all of Red Robin, with gun Batman and all of the times his plans were well too reckless) And canon Tim would totally ask Kon to shot him but use his TTK to stop the bullet (i can also see him asking just to got hurt to have a way to stop somone from finding out he is Red Robin, he as alreday pulled that type of shit before)

The more I think, the more I see the resemblance between Dazai and Tim. If I'm not mistaken, in one of the comics, Tim pretends to break his leg to avoid his identity being discovered, and all I can think of is a 15-year-old Dazai pretending to have a broken arm.

Well i am going to stop thinking more of this because i will never going to stop writing if i do, if somone has Mor wife as about this please tell me

[delightfuljellyfishtraveler]

As far as the eye can see, green dense forests fill my vision. The sound of bells catches my attention as my eyes dart around.

'Where is it?' The light sound is joined by deep laughter as I look around more. My feet take off, adrenaline propelling me forward as the noise moves further into the forest. The feeling of thorns and flowers brushing against my legs reminded me of the urgency of the chase. The faster I pump my legs, the further they run, and my breathing grows heavier as I try to keep up. My chest feels tight as my brain grows fuzzy. The forest grows darker the faster the sound runs and my vision grows fuzzy at the edges. But I refuse to give up. “Please wait!” I call out, my voice echoing in the void. 

   I call out in the darkness for the light, my voice echoing in the void. “Don’t leave…” The words hang in the air, lost in the darkness. 

A dark fog encircles my eyes as the light flees farther into the forest. With each stretch of its limbs, I feel life and joy fading. 

The verdant forest fades away as darkness turns bright red and orange. A steady rumble pulls my thoughts into the present. I open my eyes to find Lugh sitting on my chest, his glowing eyes peering into me. His presence brings a wave of relief, dispelling the lingering unease from the dream, like a warm blanket on a lonely night.

“Good morning, my boy.” I smile as he butts his head softly into mine, his usual greeting drawing a laugh. A silent plea for food, “Alright.” I get up from the bed, feeling the cool floor beneath my feet, and head to the kitchen to prepare Lugh's breakfast. 

I pull my arm out of my comforter, slide it under his belly, and ease him to the edge of the bed. His tiny meows of protest fill the quiet air as he jumps down. The rest of my achy body was going to be a challenge. 

“Why?... Do my legs hurt?” I toss the question and push my leaden legs out of the covers. My legs ache as if I've just run a mile, a sensation I haven’t felt since high school. As my legs untangle from the covers, I look down to expect some redness or rash, only to find cuts, a painful reminder of the dream I just had.  

Like the cuts, I used to get from running in the forest. I look down in confusion, but that must be dealt with later. 

Food comes first. I stand on my marked legs and walk out of my tiny bedroom into my living room. The dark walls make finding my way through the silent home harder. Lugh calls out behind me as I use my hand to feel out the wall for the switch. Once my hand makes contact, I flip the cold plastic lever up. A bright artificial light floods my small living room, pulling a groan from the bottom of my soul. Lugh meows his disdain as well, complaining loudly. 

“Ha, and you're telling me?” I walk over to the conjoined kitchen and pull out a can of wet food. I quickly pop it open and drop it into a slow-feed bowl. Lugh trots over to the bowl. The enthusiastic sound of him chowing down fills the air as I take care of the can and wash my hands. I turn to the small window to see pink and purple dance across the sky as they welcome the sun to the dance. Its presence just peaking above the horizon. The gentle glow of the soft light envelops the room, casting a soothing ambiance that eases the strain on my tired eyes. I shiver slightly, feeling the frigid air prickling against my skin, causing it to tingle and bristle with goosebumps. But now, I feel a deep connection to the natural world, a sense of tranquility and harmony that only the dawn can bring.

A feeling of peace lingers in the air as I look on at the rising sun. 

“Maybe I should take a day off.” I look down at my rough hands, used to handle papers continuously.

 They used to be rough from climbing trees. I look back up to the sun and stop when the first rays of sunlight shine down onto a golden coin placed on my windowsill. 

“When did? I raise my arms, feeling the chill in the air as I place them under the window hatch and exert upward force. As I lift, a burst of cold air rushes in, carrying with it the distinct scent of damp peat and a tinge of ozone, like the aftermath of a thunderstorm. The smell instantly transports me to a vivid memory of my grandmother standing on the rugged cliffs. Her lips curved into a wide grin, her eyes gleaming with untamed excitement. My fingers close around the coin, and I can feel its warmth seeping into my palm, akin to the comforting touch of the sun's gentle rays. I smile as my decision is made; I turn around with a bright smile to Lugh. “Looks like we're going on an adventure, my boy.”  

[silvergrovezelda]

:sketch:

Krystalla: but Christmas hat edition. Soleno aprooves

[lafayettes-hairtie-blog]

OMIGOSH I HAD A THEORY

HEYY FELLOW TUMBLR USERS!!

WE HAVE TO SPREAD THIS AROUND!!

I HAD a special theory that Laurens was reincarnated as Theodosia!! I started researching all of the stuff for this theory 5 minutes ago so this is all I have (I guess the part at the end is kind of related to women's day?)

The Reincarnation Theory

Facts: • John Laurens was shot and killed on Aug 27, 1782 • Theodosia Burr Alston was born on Jun 21, 1783 Matters of Opinion: • Laurens was a sweet muffin so he probably would've wanted to be an awesome woman

[oresamapau]

ALGUNOS BOCETOS DE HELIOS 

[silvergrovezelda]

Dragonroost memory

HAHHAHAHAHHAHAH A N G S T (oh gosh the wing proportion 💀)

[iremembermydeath]

I remember my death

I would like to share my past life memory. A lot of people talk about remembering their past life, familiar places and events. For me it kind of seemed different from most of the things Iv heard, I can only remember traumatic last moments. Strangely I feel a kind of phantom pain from my previous death, which I haven't heard of before. All I can remember is bleeding out from deep vertical cuts on my wrists. I find being exposed to gore triggers the flashbacks and I feel the blood go cold in my arms. Usually followed by pain and almost losing consciousness.

[jefferychaucer]

My boys whom I've watched over for 3 decades now are at war with everyone an anyone. Their fangs have been sharpened their weight has been measured and their wrath has been unquenchable. There is no consoling, no reproach I have not tried. Their eyes glisten with vengeance and all I can do is watch. What distraction is it come next. Who will rise among the ash. Their coworkers are slowly figuring out that what lies behind these eyes is not what they precieve. Words like split, multiples, and freak have been udered in the whispers of our work job. And all I pray is that no one finds out.

Jeff