#Disrespect the Dead

[personal-blog243]

You are under no obligation to mourn this man

[justafrogandherumbrella]

Welcome to Nowhere: Disrespect the Dead

The sky is clear of any clouds, yet it is gloomy and gray. As far as you can tell, the sun remains hidden. Ash drifts down from the sky, littering the black soil on which you stand. The landscape on which hundreds upon hundreds of graves sit is completely flat and seemingly infinite. 

“Whoah,” Emerson says behind you. 

“Creepy looking, huh?” Gaia asks, clapping him on the shoulder. 

Creepy looking indeed. Not only has the landscape been seemingly scorched, but there isn’t a single sign of life here. There are no trees, bushes, or plants of any kind. Not even grass. There are no insects or birds, and it is far too silent for your liking. Even if this is a resting place for the dead, there should still be some kind of life. Furthermore…

“Where’s the monster?” you ask, turning to look at Gaia.

Gaia only shrugs in response, looking to Bea instead. 

Bea, who is panting now, stubbornly sits down. 

Gaia groans. “Really?” they say, throwing their hands in the air. “Now? Couldn’t you have done this after finding the monster?”

Bea, of course, does not respond. She tilts her head at Gaia quizzically, continuing to pant. She lays down, resting her head on her front two paws. Her body is long enough to curl around multiple gravestones, and you find yourself slightly disturbed. You’re not sure why. 

“What?” Emerson asks. “What is it?”

“She’s tired,” Gaia explains, pinching something on the surface of their planet. “She does this occasionally when she wants to lay around for a while. Can’t blame her… we’ve been in those tunnels for a long while without any rest. She’s very stubborn—heh, just like me—so we’re not likely to get her to resume her tracking.”

She is panting a lot… maybe she’s thirsty. It’s been a while since she drank anything. Wait… it has, hasn’t it? Have you ever seen her drink? You know she must have drank something somewhat recently. Maybe you should give her some water. Do you have any water? When was the last time you—

“Well, the monster’s around here somewhere,” Gaia says. “It must be hiding somewhere, but we can find it easily enough. It doesn’t look like there’s too many places to hide around here.” They lift their hand up to their head and survey the flat landscape that seems to stretch on for eternity. “Let’s try searching the graves first.”

“Uhm—when you say ‘searching the graves,’ you don’t mean… digging them up, do you?” Emerson asks, a slight tremor to his voice. You don’t think he likes being here. “I don’t really want to disrespect the dead.”

Dead. Something about that word seems wrong to you. Incorrect. But how could it be? You are standing in a graveyard, after all. Who else would be here except for the dead?

Gaia shrugs. “Not yet. For now let’s just have a look around.”

“Not… yet?” Emerson echoes as Gaia marches forward toward the nearest grave.

Sensing their discomfort, you take their slime-coated hand and give it a comforting squeeze.

He shakes his head, causing his antennae to wobble slightly. “We shouldn’t be here. This place isn't for us…” They stop trying to find a way to articulate their thoughts. “It’s… never mind.”

Gaia wanders off on their own, and Emerson stays relatively close to you as you walk past the rows of graves. Given how flat the landscape is, you would think the monster would be found easily. There’s nowhere to hide. You can’t see the horizon, so it could be too far off in the distance for you to see. That, or the monster is small and able to hide behind the graves. Or maybe it’s disguised?

As you walk, you feel your gaze being pulled toward not just the headstones, but what’s written on them. Most are illegible, covered in black mold and ooze. However, there’s something about the ones you can read that intrigue you. 

“Rosalind Alberry,” “João Borges,” “Piper Moore.”

As you read the names on each headstone, you can’t help but feel a looming sense of dread. You’re looking for a specific name, aren’t you? You’re worried you might find someone familiar. You can feel their name, their face, and their voice somewhere behind the wall in your mind, trying to get through. 

There’s something else about the graves too. Something is missing, you think. You pause, looking at the grave of someone named “Clara Lunn.” You strain your mind, trying to think of what it might be. Your only response is silence. Nothing. Are you imagining it? No, there’s something, you’re sure of it. There’s too much space left empty on the gravestones. There should be more than just names.

Dates. 

They’re missing dates. The year they were born and the year that they died should be there. 

“Emerson!” you shout, feeling excited by your realization. “Look! Did you notice it?”

They turn to look at you, confused. “Notice what?”

“The graves are missing dates! See?” You point to Clara’s headstone. “It only has her name engraved here. Not when she was born or when she died.”

A few wrinkles form on his face. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Before you can explain further, you hear Gaia’s voice calls from the distance. “Hey guys! You might wanna come take a look at this!”

You run toward the sound of Gaia’s voice, stomping over the graves.  Did they find the monster? No, if they did, they would want you to stay back. Did they find a clue to where the monster had gone? Did they notice the missing dates too?

You come to a stop when you find yourself standing at the edge of a large pit carved from the dirt—an open grave. Gaia stands still, peering down below. 

“What is it?” Emerson walks up slowly behind you, taking extra care to step around the graves. 

In response, Gaia points into the grave below. Inside is a coffin with its lid ajar. Bea, who must have finally chosen to resume the search, is eagerly sniffing at its sides. 

“Should we look inside?” you ask quietly. 

Gaia nods solemnly, but Emerson squirms at the suggestion. “I don’t think we should,” he says. “There could be someone inside. We don’t want to disturb their rest.”

“Yes, but there could also be a monster.” Gaia’s voice sounds almost hungry. “Let’s just have a look.”

You and Gaia climb down into the open grave while Emerson stays above, refusing to go any further. 

You look to Gaia, then back up to Emerson who slowly shakes their head at you. 

Sorry, you think before slowly lifting the lid of the coffin and placing it on the ground. Strange. You could have sworn it would have been heavier. 

Inside the coffin lies a corpse. She clutches a bouquet of dead flowers between her two hands. She’s dressed in a long, lacy, yellow sundress with sandals to match. Red dreadlocks have been twisted into two buns, one on each side of her head. Her most peculiar feature—or peculiar  to you, anyway—is her face. While her right side seems human, the left side of her face is entirely coated in wilted succulents, the largest of which takes the place of an eye. They spiral down from her face and continue down her neck and her left shoulder, growing against her dark skin. They twist down her arm and to her hand, curling around, ending with one final succulent on her palm. 

Gaia sighs in disappointment. “Not a monster then.”

“So… now what?” you ask. 

“I think we should bury her,” Emerson says from above. “That way she can properly rest.”

Gaia nods in silent agreement. “There’s a shovel just over there,” they say, nodding to the space behind the coffin. “There’s just one, but we can make it work.” They sigh, reaching for the shovel. “Well, let’s go. We can’t exactly fill the grave while we’re still inside it.”

“Just a second. We have to put the lid back on,” you say, lifting the lid back off of the ground. Just as you’re about to place it back over the coffin, a voice cries out:

“Wait! Wait!”

You pause. You don’t recognize that voice.

“I’m not dead!”

The corpse springs up from her coffin.

[amikoroyaiart]

Some 22 and 09 angst doodles

[fiasco95]

(Jegulus, Rosekiller, Wolfstar!) MODERN AU where the 3Bs heard someone disrespect Regulus and the outcome of it is well..

Regulus, putting his jacket on:

Dorcas: Oh, where are you off to?

Regulus: To bail out the 3Bs.

Pandora: 3Bs?

Regulus: Brother. Bestfriends. Boyfriend.

Dorcas & Pandora, sighing and getting ready to go out as well: Fuck’s sake.

Bonus…

Regulus: I’m not mad that you did what you did. I’m mad that you got caught.

Sirius, James, Remus, Barty & Evan: Sorry.

Dorcas: Can’t believe you didn’t invite me.

Pandora: Exactly. Then you guys wouldn’t have been caught if we were there to help.

[technically-human]

It's funnier in Spanish

[figmentof]

Rick and Michonne talking about Jadis/Anne like she's not there

[mxtxfanatic]

What finally pushes Wei Wuxian into a qi deviation isn’t the fact that Jiang Cheng showed up to hate-crime him and Lan Wangji, but the fact that Wei Wuxian showed up with the best of intentions—informing his dead guardians of his intentions to marry—just to be goaded into attacking their son in front of their tablets, the highest form of disrespect he could’ve performed in front of them. That Jiang Cheng could drag him down to such a level as to engage in something so disrespectful when Wei Wuxian showed up specifically to pay his respects is why it should not surprise anyone that Wei Wuxian’s last thoughts on Lotus Pier is that he wants to leave and never return:

It was only proper to show respect for the deceased. After all, they were at an ancestral hall.

...

Jiang Cheng was exactly who Wei WuXian had wanted to avoid; the last person he wanted to be seen by. Now that Jiang Cheng had found him, he knew he probably couldn’t escape fast enough without having harsh words flung his way. Wei WuXian didn’t want to start any unnecessary conflict, so he said, “I didn’t bring HanGuang-Jun anywhere that contained the Lotus Pier’s secrets. I’m just here to offer a few incense sticks to Uncle Jiang and Madam Yu. We are just leaving.”

—Chapt. 87: Core (Part 9), boat-full-of-lotus-pods

He turned to Jiang Cheng and said, “Jiang Cheng, listen to yourself. Do you even hear what you’re saying? Don’t forget who you are. You’re the leader of a sect. To insult a fellow cultivator from one of the Four Great Sects in front of Uncle Jiang and everyone’s memorial tablets. Where are your manners?”

...

All three of them had weapons out in front of the ancestral hall now. Jiang Cheng’s eyes were bloodshot as he snarled, “Fine! If you want a fight, then let’s fight! You think I’m afraid of you two?!” But just a few strikes later, Wei WuXian remembered, startled, that they stood before the ancestral hall of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. He had only just knelt and prayed in front of Uncle Jiang and Madam Yu for their protection a few moments ago. And now he was attacking their son with Lan WangJi right under their nose! As if a bucket of cold water had just been dumped over him, suddenly, spots appeared in front of Wei WuXian’s eyes and his vision darkened.

...

Wei WuXian did not answer him. Instead, he said, “Lan Zhan...... Let’s go.” Immediately. And never come back.

—Chapt. 88: Core (Part 10), boat-full-of-lotus-pods

Tellingly enough, Jiang Cheng does not hold the same sense of shame in the fact that he instigated a physical fight in the resting place of his ancestors nor that his intentions weren't to maintain decorum when he followed wangxian into the ancestral hall to begin with. In fact, he is fueled by rage to the point of irrationality before he even steps foot into the ancestral hall, so much so that he cannot even accept wangxian disengaging from the fight and attempting to leave on their own:

All the signs pointed to the same conclusion—there was now something more between Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi. Unable to make himself turn away or step forward to speak to them, Jiang Cheng had concealed himself and followed after them, reinterpreting their every exchange and gesture through a coloured lens. Feelings of disbelief, strangeness, and slight, mild disgust had momentarily been enough to overcome Jiang Cheng’s hatred. It was only when Wei WuXian had brought Lan WangJi into the ancestral hall that Jiang Cheng’s anger reawakened. The repressed, overwhelming rage consumed his rationality and manners.

...

Lan WangJi harbored no more desire to continue the fight with Jiang Cheng. Wordlessly, he pulled Wei WuXian onto his back and turned to leave. Jiang Cheng was plagued by alarm and suspicion. He was alarmed by the terrifying sight of blood suddenly oozing out of Wei WuXian’s qiqiao. Yet he was suspicious of whether the man was faking it for an excuse to run away. After all, it was a prank that Wei WuXian had pulled quite often in the past. At the sight of the two men leaving, Jiang Cheng called, “Stop!”

—Chapt. 88: Core (Part 10), boat-full-of-lotus-pods

[pollyna]

au in which Tom wins a bet against Sarah and gets to choose the second name for their second child, but promises to tell her just after the baby is born because he has a couple of idea but wants to see their face before.

Then the baby is between his arms, barley two hours old, and Tom smiles when he announces the second name is going to be Mitchell to a crowd of two: Sarah and Slider.

Jacob Mitchell Kazansky smiles at his mom while his uncle looks at his father like he completely lost it. And maybe he has.

(Somewhere in the Balkans, Pete Mitchell smiles even if he doesn't know why.)

(It takes Sarah and Maverick, a funeral and an absence of a person nobody will ever fill, to realise the weight of that name. Of a kid that now goes around as Mitchell Kazansky because he's a teenager and hates his first name.

He makes people call him Mitch, has his mother's hair, and his father's eyes. And, more than once, when Pete gets to pick him up from school, people ask him if he's the father.)

(Sometimes, that makes it impossible for Pete to look at his nephew.)

[nico-di-genova]

Alexander Rossi how I adore you.

[shotmrmiller]

a lot of yall got enough bite to make a regular man not risk petting you twice but that's what attracts your LT and that's not good because he likes to make things submit. you're gonna look at yourself in the mirror while trying to conceal those marks on your neck and swear up, down and sideways that he's not fucking you again but alas, he's gravity and you're but a poor apple.

(one sharp look and you always find yourself in his office not out of fear, but of a vicious want that throbs deep in your core.)

hands made to make things give unbuckle your belt, claim a fistful of hair, smother your pleas (for more, harder, please-) and pat you on your sweat-slick cheek after he's left you in pliant little pieces.

"maybe next time you'll listen without question."

he'll never admit he sees you as his to take care of.

(one snap of your teeth at work and he's snarling that he'll bend you over the lunch table and show all these nameless blokes what it's like to extinguish a spitfire like you, leaving behind nothing, not even ash. "test me, love. i'm always itchin' for a good fight.")

[trexalicious]

No REAL VETERAN wants to hear from this delusional drug addled loser...

[c-kiddo]

what do you think caduceus would dress up as for halloween? i love your art!

bit late to post now but . here anyway . he's a gourd

[angy-grrr]

spoilers for chapter 429

idk if you guys remember but ochako does have parallels with All Might, specifically as the side who saves. It’s not that he feels the same for them both or something like that, they serve to represent the type of heroism he naturally goes to; his friend is not his love interest, from his perspective she’s out there having a crisis over not being able to save her, and Izuku reminds her that she is a hero bc she is his hero -she saved him multiple times, and she should be able to feel like a proper hero.

This conversation is not about the nature of their relationship, is about heroism; Izuku relates to a conflict between being a hero who saves and failing to save someone, and doesn’t want to see Ochako ending spiraling because she couldn’t also fulfill that role as expected. She’s his hero not because he loves her romantically -he’s a nerd I’m sure he would be way more nervous and blushing if he was confessing anything he thought was romantic- but because she’s able to go and do what All Might does to Izuku, save him physically and emotionally.

He knows she hides her feelings in order to not be a burden, yet he doesn’t talk about his own feelings outside of his guilt in heroics -what does he feel about losing OFA? About his own failures? About the people he personally lost? He can’t talk for others and claim Ochako is everyone’s hero, but he can speak for himself, and that’s his personal perspective -she is a hero to him, she’s his hero. And then the class appears to make sure she’s able to get support and understand she’s not alone, and she’s important to them too.

but Izuku doesn’t get support. Izuku cries a little and talks a little about himself, but he doesn’t get supported. If this was meant to be romantic, I don’t understand why he would hold back what’s inside of him.

the end of the chapter reveals that boy is going to be helped by that woman who regretfully ignored Tenko, and they both witness it and are happy about it while hearing izuku inspired that change, and iida wonders what’s up with them -this is the conclusion to their relationship. In their hearts these two are saviors who struggle to be heroes who save others, and they are happy there are appearing more people who want to be heroes like them. Heroes who save. Save like All Might.

That grandma for example, interpreting the narrative as what I think is intended, would be that boy’s All Might; she’s his hero.

Izuku and Ochako are heroes who save, and Deku is here to remind her at least she did save him many times, that she is still a hero because she is his hero. I don’t believe is meant to be interpreted as romantic, not that Izuku sees that phrase as it neither -after all, he said he does want to be like All Might and feels good to imitate him, but he doesn’t love him.

Ochako’s All Might hair moment, the parallels with Toshinori telling him he can be a hero, the trying to save from black suffocating quirks, the we can do it and do your best…

Do I need to remind you heroes arent a romantic thing for Izuku Midoriya?

[burr-ell]

i. okay i get that it was said in an emotional heat of the moment, but marisha's comment that keyleth "can never move on" is like. okay but she can though. i mean part of it is vax keeps reminding her by sending ravens 24/7 but also, he's one dude! girl you were gonna outlive him anyway, get on bumble and live a little!

[rdr2gifs]

I often wonder what sets Arthur apart and makes him particularly appealing to me compared to other characters (in general). One significant factor lies in how he perceives and interacts with women. Arthur views women as equals, rejecting any notion that he is superior because they often do tasks traditionally associated with women, such as laundry and other chores.

He also never doubts capabilities of women like Sadie, who perform tasks usually associated with men. It's essential to note that one of Arthur's initial scenes with Sadie may be misinterpreted, as Sadie herself belittles the work of other women, not Arthur.

Arthur maintains healthy relationships with the female gang members, with none of them serving as a love interest. He sees men and women as equal, believing everyone should be able to walk their own path in life. He treats women with respect and he doesn’t expect any reward for his behaviour (sadly this is how many men seem to think even in the current time). He doesn’t see women in the gang as a cover (Dutch) nor like a liability (Micah). He sees them as people and valuable members of the gang.

Even in situations where he has to help women, he never considers them any less capable nor downplays their abilities.

Arthur's respect for women is also shown in his interactions with individuals outside the gang, such as the circus lady and the rich widow. After the circus lady thanks him for his help, he’s quick to say she would’ve been able to do it without him. He encourages her to pursue her dream in a so far male-dominated industry. He doesn’t look down on the widow, who doesn’t know anything about survival. He doesn’t tell her to go back to the city where she came from. He tries to teach her in a natural and encouraging way, never acting as if he was better than her because he has more experience. He patiently teaches her without any condescension.

He initially doesn’t understand why Beau even tries to stop Penelope from participating in the women's rights march. I like to think this is because he thinks everyone should be able to fight for their cause/what they believe is right. Not to mention he very much enjoyed riding with these ladies and wrote about his experience with fondness.

Arthur's journal entries reveal his disapproval of mistreating women, recognizing the injustice in an era when women had limited autonomy. “He treats his daughter like a possession to be mistreated and abused as he sees fit. Strange creatures men.” It was definitely not common for men in this time to be thinking about women's autonomy.

I don’t want to praise Arthur for things that should be considered the bare minimum but these qualities definitely add more to his likability. And it’s great to see where your favorite character stands on important things like this.

⚘ While acknowledging that Arthur's antagonistic lines may be interpreted as sexist, it's important to consider them as optional elements mostly implemented to make 13 years old boys feel edgy.

[tora-the-cat]

An interesting little fun thing with team 7 is that you assume that Sakura's gonna, like, woobify and simplify Sasuke by putting him on a pedastal,cause her goal is centered around him and shes a 12 y/o fangirl so like of course her understanding of him is skewed cause she doesnt see him as a person, just an object of affection, right? She's can't get Sasuke, can't imprint on and/or traumabond with him like Naruto and Kakashi do. They don't see him with rose tinted glasses, because they've lived through their own Horrors and empathize with Sasuke's experience.

......right?

WRONG lmao!! They have too many ghosts!! Naruto's single-minded codependent ass won't get out of his own way long enough to see Sasuke for who he actually is, only able to empathize with the parts of his trauma Naruto relates to and not really capable of understanding him outside of the context of himself (because Sasuke is. His other half). And Kakashi is far too jaded to be fair to him!! He can't decide if Sasuke is gonna end up as a mini-him or a mini-Obito or maybe a mini-Itachi, but either way he ALSO is too traumatized to see Sasuke AS SASUKE.

meanehile SAKURA'S autistic ass may have dogshit empathy, but you know what she does have? A special interest in sasuke. Nothing better to do then give herself a degree in Uchihaisms. She can write character studies about him. she can read his soul. Whenever she says something about him she is right. Every fucking time! She is RIGHT!!!!

'sasuke would NOT compliment me this directly or explicitly express worry unprompted, especially if it gets in the way of his goals' correct.

'Sasuke shouldn't hide that curse on his neck its not healthy BUT if I tell anyone about it he'll never trust me again, which might be even more dangerous for him then the curse mark. Like he can probably handle the curse mark but no one else can stop him from ripping peoples arms off.' correct.

Speaking of! 'Sasuke would not hurt me even when he seems to be...possessed? whatever the only way to knock him out of it is to present myself as Alive and thus something to be protected rather then something to be avenged, because he gets really stuck in his own head about revenge' CORRECT

'hey so um. like. Sasuke's gonna leave Konoha. I'm not sure anything can stop him at this point and honestly I'm kinda starting to doubt anything should, so the only thing I could possibly do to help him at this point is ALSO defect.' CORRECT!!!!