#(BUT THE FUNERAL)

[bruciemilf]

Batman isn’t a mask; It’s a leash. In this essay I will—

[lucidskyart]

Frieren Art Nouveau Style

[silmarillion-ways-to-die]

[pimsri]

The Hunter's Funeral Procession

[averaillisa]

I think they should be insufferable together. actually

[sui-imi]

Funeral, right

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been seeing some discussion about canon/fanon sans re: papyrus' death, and then i thought, unrelatedly, "hey i wonder what he did with the dust"

[hashtagloveloses]

who knew all took to save anime was autistic protagonists with weirdly specific hyperfixations (thank you laois dunmeshi, frieren, and maomao apothecary diaries)

[inthedarktrees]

A mock funeral held for Laura Palmer in Tokyo on February 23, 1992.

[internet-funeral]

[frenchublog]

[linkerbell]

Consequences of one's prophecy.

What if sheep memorial site where they were executed. 😶

[faeriekit]

"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."

The body didn't move.

"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."

And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.

Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.

The dead body sat up.

Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"

Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.

Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.

"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."

The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.

"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."

The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.

It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.

The whole fic on ao3

[zoe-oneesama]

Jump Scared by your Mostly, Not Quite Dead Mom.

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Bonus:

There's mourning my loss and then there's THIS mess.

MY Mayura, my beloved~

And my little Sentirobot, Choline! (named after Succinylcholine) Her mouth is a little projection~! Also, in case you're wondering, yes, I'm rewriting that all Peacock users can only have one (1) Sentimonster at a time. Seems like a weird limit to put only on the Peacock (and maybe Butterfly) when all the other heroes can unlock limitless uses when they reach the arbitrary goal of "adulthood". As a grown up, Nathalie gets to make multi-monsters. As a treat.

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[barbaricjester]

I'm think so hard about Stanley Pines I'm gonna fucking cry. Have you guys ever noticed how he talks to Ford even before he got him back. In Carpet Diem he scolds Ford and says his carpet is ugly. He asks the wax lookalike if he wants anything from the kitchen. He tells Ford to shut up when he's reading his journal. He tells the kids he talked to his reflection while fishing alone. He needed his brother so fucking much and I'm

[averaillisa]

[lesbian-david-tennant]

suspiciously non-grieving widow and her new boytoy