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The Rehabilitation of Death

Chapter 19: Feed Your Friendly Monsters

Lambert brings Narinder breakfast as promised, appearing to catch Narinder on the waking end of a particularly nasty nightmare. A peak into his journal is unsuccessful, but the cat enjoys the mortal joys of comfort food for the first time in millennia and the two enjoy talking normally with each other, every day and current stressors aside, it's pleasant. Heket is moved into what will now be considered the Bishop's formal home, it's only occupant until Leshy is found and/or Kallamar is rescued, in whichever order, and Lamb makes it very clear what rules are to be expected with their arrival. After Heket unintentionally gives the Lamb an idea of how she cares for her brothers, they find perhaps the frog is more somber than they thought. Lambert finds a brief repose in the snow one night and finds a cat ending his disappearing act to confront their own. They offer him an opening to be simple and soft, if only for a single moment, and he follows it.

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(Originally part of a larger chapter but sliced for reading/editing ease. Another chapter either tomorrow or within a few days hopefully.)

The sins of the guilty

Guys, let's make a sandwich. I'll start:

Bread

to those of you who are moving here from tiktok, from someone whos used both tiktok and tumbr for years...

1. DO NOT censor your posts

dont censor sex, abuse, suicide, dont censor it. we dont have censors like tiktok does, you wont be banned for talking about these things and tagging them properly helps people avoid them (also, we dont have shadowbanning here)

2. we dont really have an algorithm

you follow who you follow, and you see posts from who you follow or what you search. the 'for you page' is basically useless here. this also brings me to my next two points

3. dont crosstag

we get it, on tiktok you have to crosstag for reach, but thats not really a thing here. just tag your posts properly (also posters often leave more info about the post in the tags!! and when you reblog stuff you can leave your own notes in the tags, kind of like the old "repost comments" on tiktok)

4. dont expect to go viral/be famous

"viral" isnt really a thing on here (at least not for the average blogger). your posts will probably get 2-10 likes and you wont get nearly as many followers than on tiktok. thats just how tumblr is

5. blocking is your best friend

tiktok is VERY discussion based, and while tumblr is much more discussion based than other social medias, its still not a good place for ragebait/discourse. dont interact, itll make your experience worse in the end, just block and move on

6. you cant go into someone elses house and start rearranging their furniture

this is tumblr, not tiktok. dont diss old tumblr users for how they use the site or try to change them, thats like going into someone elses house and trying to rearrange their furniture. we've been here longer and we're familiar with the site and its culture, either find your niche, adapt, or find a different app

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DpxDc fun prompt/idea/mini story

During a stormy day, which is not all that rare in Gotham, an earthquake hits.

Now usually this isn’t that big of a problem, buildings in Gotham are meant to last through earthquakes and the power lines are meant to last through the worst of the weathers that hit Gotham shores.

Unfortunately for one Tim Drake Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, the city had suffered substantial damage during the last Arkham breakout three days ago.

Which means that Wayne Tower was thrown into emergency lock down mode to avoid further structural damage and then had the power cut off due to the storm surge outside not one moment later. The backup generators didn’t kick in either due to the earthquake taking them out or due to the fact that they were depleted when the Joker tried to force his way in three days ago.

So Tim was currently locked in a pitch black R&D room with no available source of light.

Not even his phone since Tam confiscated it earlier in the day.

This is made all the worse due to the fact that he was guiding a tour for a graduating class of high schoolers who also don’t have phones cause they were confiscated before he could allow them into this room.

So yeah, dark + locked in + no entertainment = no fun for anyone.

If he had even a little bit of light he could just continue pointing out things or come up with something to do until the problem is fixed but apparently the world hates him.

“Why is it so dark?” A high feminine voice asked, annoyance lacing her voice, “like, doesn’t this place have backup generators?”

“They’re likely out due to the earthquake Ms. Sanchez,” a tired male voice replied (most likely the teacher) before Tim could.

Tim wanted to groan but pushed down the feeling before it could slip out, he was going to have to play his CEO role for longer then he wanted to today.

Tam owed him for this.

“I apologize for this situation,” Tim starts, hoping that this class will continue to remain calm and quiet, “unfortunately since the building went into lockdown we can’t leave the room and with no light I can’t continue the tour. There should be flashlights in this room but there are also multiple dangerous items that shouldn’t be touched as well. So since we have no ability to discern which is which I ask that everyone remain where they are.” He could hear the grumbling of a few students but for the most part it seemed like everyone was listening to him so Tim would count his blessings where he could find them.

“Hey,” a male voice, one that Tim was pretty sure belonged to a big blond teen, “Does anyone have something on them that gives off light?”

Tim was vaguely impressed by how this class just went along with the situation, this is probably one of the calmest and most composed groups he has ever had to deal with.

A chorus of ‘no’ and ‘nopes’ followed as each student went about checking themselves for a light source.

“Wait!” An excited male voice called out startling Tim and, from the sounds of it, quite a few others, “Danny didn’t you eat the two day old leftover lasagna that your mom made for lunch?”

A slap akin to what you’d get if someone slapped themselves on the forehead was loud in the sudden silence of the room, “I can’t believe I forgot about that” someone else, most likely Danny, grumbled.

Tim was so confused by this turn in the conversation and apparently he was the only one.

Several people sounded like they’re trying not to laugh.

“It’s your time to glow Fenturd.”

“I do not understand how you’re still alive after years of eating the food in your house Mr Fenton.”

“I wonder if you count as a biohazard by this point. Do you know how much radiation you give off? Should we be concerned?”

“Shut up Mickey”

“What it’s a valid question?”

“That doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is that we won’t have to be completely bored for however long it takes to get out of this room.”

“Star has a point.”

“Yeah get cracking glow-stick.”

“Oh Ha Ha very funny guys,” Danny responds, “here, hold my jacket Tuck.”

A series of *crack* *crack* *pop* *crack* *pop* followed by a soft green glow that lit up the room came from the now visible guy.

Tim has so many questions.

So so so many questions.

He needs a sample of whatever Danny ate that caused this.

Tam owes him so much for doing this tour.

RadenWA is honestly a hero for these

they're got even more than these, too!

Do you ever like physically feel yourself pass your mental breaking point and then all you can think is “oh these next few days are going to be interesting”

Had to draw this.

I read somewhere that its common in Arab culture to refer to someone close to you as your organs, implying you can’t live without them. Like in english we’d say “my heart” (qalbi) In Arabic someone would also use “my liver” (kabidi) “my lungs” (riati). Notably, “my blood” is “Dami” which is funny bc it’s Damian’s shortened nickname.

Damian’s brothers have been using the nickname for years with or without knowing. I propose that as Damian gets closer to them, and tim in particular, he responds in kind.

He refers to Tim as “tuhali.”

…it means “my spleen.”