#CW: death mention

[wishmaker-astra]

Hey, year of transition nearly over, good thing to remember you're yeeting that shit into the past.

Maybe it’s just me but I can’t help comparing people I know to other versions of people I know I’m SORRY it’s just always gonna be a little weird to me!

[windslar]

11 years ago Rain lashed against the windows as 11-year-old Dara's heart hammered against her ribs. Stuck at a sleepover that made her wish she was in the quiet comfort of her own bedroom, one phone call promised to change all that. "No problem, honey, we'll be there soon," her mom's warm voice came on the other line. "Let me start the car," she heard her father add as an engine roared. When the call ended, a knot twisted deep in her stomach. She ignored it, counting down the minutes and hours until red and blue lights flashed outside. The following years blurred into a collage of grief and therapy sessions. The storm that night in June -- the last day of sixth grade -- was a metaphor for the one that raged inside her. For years, the guilt became a constant companion reminding her that if she hadn't called then they'd still be alive.

[sleepimali]

Library of the Forgotten

CW: death mention in lore, so I'm linking it instead this time 💛

It explores what one aspect of death care could look like in a fantasy world (more specifically in my comic universe)

These are also available as a print + sticker set on my Patreon (same link) until the end of the month in the Professional Napper and Big Sleepy tiers if you want to support me and my work 💛

[charred-angel-ribs]

I've just realised. In TWOTL, when Dolarhyde tells Hannibal about how he's gonna kill him and how in death he'll meld with the strength of the dragon, Hannibal responds with "It's a glorious and rather discomforting idea."

Hannibal said to Bella (if I remember correctly) that he finds comfort in the idea of death.

Hannibal used to find it exhilarating, to think he could die any day. It gave thrill to what he did, to life. But he contradicted that notion with his response to Dolarhyde.

I don't think it's because he no longer holds that sentiment. I think it's because he's grown so in love with Will that he has reached a point where the idea of death is only comforting if Will Graham is the man who brings it to him.

/lh /gen

Anyone else like to stare into oblivion for a bit too long or is it just me? /j /rh /lh

[actaghead]

vash volume 10, I made this too so might as well post it

[biblicallyaccuratetranny]

when jason mendoza said “i just suddenly had this calm feeling, like the air inside my lungs was the same as the air outside my body. it was peaceful.”

[dirtybiowareconfessions]

Confession: Mordin’s death physically hurt. He is so precious. I love Mordin with all my heart. Every cell of my body. Every piece of my soul.

[desultory-novice]

Two teenagers die horribly, one being unjustly murdered, while they other slowly rots his soul away until his nothing more but a shadow of his former self (without even accounting for the other vile crap he was put through) While the youngest is left without her family, forever frozen in time in the body of a child that will never grow up, with only broken memories of her loved ones...

In the same universe:

Pink puffball shrinks down into a tiny ball and proceeds to scarf down as many strawberries as possible on a cake while racing look-alikes.

I thought it was funny how this ask coincidentally built off the last comic XD

...Little Bonus because the polling is almost over...!!

Random shout-out/thanks to @driftwoodmfb for helping bring White-Haired Noir/Blanc into the world because imo he brings so much to this story...!

[king-of-subcon]

Why is your waist so snatched???

[damian-al-ghul-wayne]

We all know that jon is the main focus of your paintings and poems

My last poem was talking about death, but sure.

If you want to relate Jonathan to that, then go ahead. I'm sure he would enjoy knowing that people have related him to my poetry yearning for death.

[theholmwoodfoundation]

Why is Jeremy's daddy so sour

Events and Circumstances, the usual. (also probably [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], and also his son is a massive disappointment. )

Also thank you for the amazing phrasing of this question. 10/10.

[malsfefanfics]

FERDIBERT

Angst with a happy ending?

His glass shattered on the floor, but Ferdinand didn't bother to look. He didn't process the wine dampening his pant leg. Nor the wine slowly pouring out of the crack in the now broken bottle rolling away from him. He'd only turned around for a moment. He was supposed to be having a chat with Dorothea before turning in for the night.

He wasn't supposed to be seeing ghosts.

"Hubert?"

The specter nodded. "Hello, Ferdinand. It's... been quite some time."

Ferdinand shook his head, barely managing a laugh. "No. No. This isn't happening. This can't be real." He began to pace, ignoring the crunch of glass under his heel. "I am losing my mind. Yes. I am finally losing all sense of reason."

He glanced at the specter again, trying to justify its existance. The Hubert before him was dressed far more casually than he normally would. Just a plain white shirt with a dark vest and matching trousers. The gloves were the same, pitch black leather he often wore away from the battlefield.

The specter stepped closer. "You are not losing your mind, Ferdinand. I'm here."

Ferdinand stepped back. "No...no, I saw you. You were struck down-"

"Ferdinand-"

"No!" Ferdinand's back hit the wall. "I saw the blood! I had my hands in the wound! You cannot be here! You are a ghost! A figment of my imagination! You aren't real!"

"Please," Hubert said gently, taking Ferdinand's face in his hands. "Ferdinand, look at me."

Ferdinand's eyes widened, his body stiff. The hands on his face were so real. Holding him like a delicate flower. shakily, he reached up, his own hands tracing over Hubert's face, over his cheekbones and slowly down his jaw. Reaching back up to brush that annoying hair covering his right eye.

His attention was drawn to a very faint scar on Hubert's cheek. Easily missed if you didn't know to look for it. Something even the best imposter was sure to overlook. He hated how Hubert received that one. Just looking at it, he could hear the hard smack echoing in his memory.

"Is it....really you, Hubert?"

Hubert nodded. "Yes."

"But....it's been almost two years. You died in my arms!" Ferdinand's eyes filled with tears as he gripped into Hubert's vest in desperation, shaking him. "I buried you, Hubert! I buried you in a coffin I carved and helped carried myself! I watched as you were lowered into the ground! How can you be here?! How? And why...." His lips quivered. Legs shaking as all the strength he had began to wane. "Why did you leave me?"

Hubert pulled Ferdinand into his arms. "I promise, I'll explain everything. Just....please....no more questions right now. Not until you're out of tears."

"Don't....don't talk to me like that....Don't treat me so kindly...." Slowly, his trembling arms let Hubert's vest go, before curling around like snakes in a constricting embrace. "You are an absolute bastard. Coward. Heartless wretch. I'll never forgive you for this. You spineless-"

"I know. I'm not asking for forgiveness. And I swear, I'll answer every question you have. But...please. For now, allow me to be selfish one more time, and just hold you."

As though a spell had broken, Ferdinand's legs finally gave out, and he buried his face in his lover's shoulder, letting out a wail of everything he'd held in since that day.

Hubert held him, pressing a kiss to his head, and making a quiet vow to never leave his side again.

[mysoulspiralbound]

Malevolent Portal! AU

Some ideas:

Arthur lost his vision in a lab accident on the same floor he acquired his companion cube, John. He's honestly lucky the high energy pellet didn't kill him completely, but the electricity damaged both his eyes and some of the feeling in his left arm

(Please do not worry about medical accuracy. Here at Aperture Science, all side effects are good side effects!)

Later, he'll acquire an Aperture Science Experimental Prosthetic for it, which John will be able to take over if needed.

KAYNE (Kinetic Activity Yielding Necessary Education, but I will gladly take other acronym suggestions) takes the place of GLaDOS, but is just as invested in making the test subject as miserable as possible.

The KiY program takes the place of Wheatley. Not a full naritive 1 to 1, but it was the best fit I could find.

There's no cake at the end of the road for Arthur, but KAYNE does promise him that he can take the "companion cube" with him when he finishes testing.

Before meeting John, KAYNE used to promise to let him see Faroe again. Arthur found an accessory of hers poorly hidden next to one of the incinerators. Now KAYNE dangles the safety of his "companion cube" over his head instead.

The original portal game mentions a bring your daughter to work day, offering it as "a good opportunity to get her tested". I haven't gone anywhere specific with this yet, but it will probably end up part of Faroe's story.

After discovering he'd lost Faroe for good, Arthur had to be moved to paired testing to get any results at all. He and Parker were put through several of the military test levels together. Parker was the one who taught him how to safely take out the turrets, but he couldn't dodge them forever.

KAYNE decided this clearly meant Arthur needed a sturdier companion, hence the introduction of the companion cube!

Unlike in the original game, this version of the companion cube does have a level of intelligence to it. A corrupted back up file of the KiY program. (KAYNE does not realize this when he gives John to Arthur).

As a cube John can't really move or feel, but he can access the same security cameras KAYNE can in order to guide Arthur through the floors.

Arthur finds the name John Doe in a list of dead as tracked by Anna Stanczyk's notes, which were hidden mid level alongside some canned food and empty water jugs. John can't "see" inside since it's hidden from the security camera's.

Arthur explains that John Doe is the name for an unidentified dead or missing person. It's a human name, not a program name, and John gets rather attached.

I'll probably have more details/ thoughts later, but this was mostly spawned by watching my friend play portal for the first time, and a general desire to draw malevolent, so it's not super fleshed out. Thanks for reading!

[wishmaker-astra]

Check on blogs haven't for a bit in detail

Assigning weird reasons and values to crop failure and poor fishing stock health

Ditto for knockon effects from that

Starts blaming some random stranger

Note to self: never ever step foot in that place during algal bloom or other such shit. I don't want to be killed by a mob with a priest giving them the go ahead. I've got a target painted on my back for shit like that in SOOOOOOOOO many ways.

[megaderping]

WIP Wednesday with an out of context scene for The Crow Cries at Midnight that won't be relevant for a while but may spark some intrigue. xD

[swiftbluelightning]

Musharna mail for Yharnamite Astra! A nightmare.

You are six years old, in your normal royal blue dress, skipping about the halls of the castle and waving to the guards, who smile back and bow. There are... less than usual in this part of the wing. Odd. You slow down when you reach a corridor that is nearly empty, but you just begin to mill about in your own thoughts instead.

That is, until you see Lady Urbosa walking out from the corner, with her head tilted down and her bent fingers pressed against her mouth. She looks like she's thinking extremely hard.

"Urbosa!" you call, and she looks up with a start. Her lips hesitate for a moment before curling up into a small smile. She rushes over to you, and that's when you realize that Mother is not with her. Also odd. Whenever Urbosa visits, she's always with Mother.

So you ask, "Where is Mother?"

Her smile falls, and something twists inside your stomach. She struggles to speak. That's... really odd.

"She, ah..." She glances around for a second. "She has... fallen ill."

You blink with surprise. "O--Oh. When will she feel better? Can I see her?"

"Soon, I hope. She... She is busy, right now. So neither of us can see her." Urbosa is much quieter than usual. "I'm sorry, little bird, I don't mean to scare you."

"I--It's alright," you say with a smile, but it wavers. Oh, whatever. You two can still go to the library. But... still... why won't they let you see Mother?

The next day, when Urbosa leaves for Gerudo Town, you quickly find out that she lied to you. It's the first time you see Mother since she fell ill, and she keeps coughing blood and her voice is shaky and she can't even hold you or get up from under the blankets because she is so weak, so you have to clamber onto her lap by yourself (and this bed is tall). Her eyes are constantly half-lidded so that she never looks fully awake. You think she's always about to cry when she looks at you, but you don't know why. You're always about to cry when you look at her. You hate that.

"When will you get better?" It's a stupid question, even though Mother always tells you that there's no such thing as a stupid question.

"Tell me," you say again, desperately, when she doesn't respond. "Tell me you'll be better."

"I...." Her mouth remains open as she tries to continue. "I love you, my darling. I love you so much, no matter what." That isn't related. "You will have Urbosa, and your father." Just tell me. "...When I'm not there."

You stay stock still, small hands curling into fists. Mother brushes a strand of hair out of your face, and you know you shouldn't hug her when she's like this but you can't help yourself and wrap your arms around her. She hugs back, too, and rubs the weakest circles on your back that she ever has in your life, but it's gentle, and soothing.

No, you can't. You can't cry, you can't cry, you can't.

But you hear Mother, Mother of all people, give an almost silent, choked sob, and the tears burst from your eyes. There's... there's no one here, you think, and besides, you cry quietly and your face is buried in Mother's chest.

She can't leave you. She's your mother. You'll cling to her as tightly as you need to so it's impossible for her to go.

...oh God...

I remember... when I was younger, when I first learned how... fragile this horrible body was, I... sat there hacking up blood into the night, in too much pain to sleep.

...It's a horrible way to be. A worse way to... go.

Did I look like that? How close to death was I?

That poor girl...