dp x dc prompt #28
spirit of gotham takes a vacation
this doesn’t go well
gotham has been working her hardest for centuries in an attempt to keep her city clean. now that her knights are fighting against the monsters that try and hide in her shadows, she’s definitely feeling the years of struggle. maybe a short vacation is in order. the new king of the ghost zone is supposed to be coronated soon. perhaps she can spend some time in the infinite realms to replenish her energy. just a week, what could happen?
all of her knights are missing.
she has to figure out a way to fix this. king phantom is more than powerful enough to interact with humans, right?
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Reading the webtoon and…
Does this imply that Kim Dokja also tried to write a questionnaire for her to fill in since she wouldn’t speak to him, that either he 1) never gave her in the end (especially if he couldn’t find her after she was released) or 2) gave it to her and she STILL refused to answer?
Because that is so so so so awful. It was already bad but if he tried so many ways to get her to speak and she still gave him no response, regardless of her reasoning… isn’t that still directly choosing to cut herself fully out of his life? Why in the hell did she lie for his sake and allow him to visit her if she wanted to never speak to him again?
I know everyone claims Kim Dokja is just like her in sacrificing himself for loved ones, but at least he tries his best to stay with them and to keep them in his life. He still chooses sacrifice, but it’s not because he intends to never return. He always returns (even if much later than planned).
The only time this differs is with 51%, when he STILL tried his best to stay with them - at least as much as he could.
I sometimes like Lee Sookyung, but I am mostly still SO mad at her for completely ignoring her child since he was 8 years old. Especially when he must have looked like shit any number of times from being mistreated and bullied by family, friends, army, employers.
But maybe that’s just the fragment in me being eternally pissed with her. She DOES love him, but like he says in the webtoon in this chapter - maybe such truths are painful enough to be false anyways, because they’re just SUCH bullshit. That’s not how affection should work, if you actually care about someone and want them to be happy.
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Soft hands, even softer palms, familiar calluses on his fingers, the crook of his neck that somehow fits her face perfectly, the comfortingly tight embrace of his arms around her - after a lifetime of loneliness, what still surprises her the most about Joel is the gentle warmth he radiates around her.
She is no stranger to the rough exterior he carries with him on the road or the stone-cold determination dripping from every single movement when violence is the only remaining option. It is how she met him, after all, with a gun in her face and a shoulder aching from the fall, but even during those first few tense moments, his eyes betrayed whatever mask of carelessness he had tried to put up.
Ellie watches him do the dishes with tickling curiosity, the Savage Starlight comic she was reading forgotten on the kitchen table. He's humming a song she doesn't know, though she is pretty sure he has played it for her on the guitar before, and she mentally tucks it away to ask him about later.
Dinner is always slow, more of an opportunity to catch up with each other at the end of a long day than a meal, and his outfit mirrors hers: a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, her own having also come from his closet. There are many ways to describe him, some of which scare her more than she'd like to admit, yet the one she always returns to is simply soft.
The chair scrapes over the floor when she pushes it back, and although they have been in the same room for the last few hours, the sigh she lets out when she wraps her arms around his chest is one of relief. Her cheek finds its usual resting place pressed against his back, heat seeping through the thin fabric and into her bones, and the familiar smell of all things Joel, from leather over gunpowder to hay, is comforting in its own way.
The front of his shirt is slightly wet beneath her palms, but it doesn't bother her enough to readjust her grasp on him. Joel never stops humming, the vibrations rattling around her skull and shaking loose all the tension she has collected throughout the day, but he briefly dries his right hand on a dish towel to squeeze hers.
A soft palm, softer fingertips, a touch so gentle it would have made her melt a year ago. It still does, in a way, it is still life changing and unbelievable on her bad days, yet she has grown used to it. To being loved like this, to being loved at all.
Ellie briefly turns her head to press her lips to his spine, a silent thank you not just for the affection but for being allowed to simply be. In a world full of violence, both necessary and without reason, being vulnerable with someone is not a gift given lightly. Joel is worthy of it, though, and for some reason he has found her worthy of the same.
Dad-shaped, she thinks, her eyes fluttering shut, so fucking dad-shaped.
While they both already know, maybe one day she will be able to say it out loud, too.
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AI is making me so fucking sad and angry and hopeless feeling, my best coping method has been completely devalued and stolen from me and I want to punch someone. I feel like this will be the start of another huge downward spiral for humanity, because who'll bother to create when computers can "create" for you with a fraction of the time and effort? But AI can't create, only recycle, and when we stop creating it'll run out of things to recycle and that's where all of us will stagnate.
I have drawn maybe two sketches in a month, I used to draw daily and make fully rendered shit, but it's like all my passion has been sucked out of me and I have absolutely no desire to create anymore because creating seems worthless.
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