#at the funeral

[lunarw0rks]

thought of some sad lore for co!parent!price :(

he's a widower. and they experienced fertility problems when they were together, so his attitude toward children/family life had changed dramatically.

they both tried everything to conceive. injections, meds, treatments, etc, etc.

so... when that baby showed up on his doorstep, he wasn't sure how to feel. all the memories coming back to him at once; his wife and her death. and how they wanted children so terribly.

then he wonders, if she hadn't passed, could she have gotten pregnant, by some miracle? would they have one child? two? another on the way?

if life hadn't been so cruel, ripping her from him, would he be on the right track?

the little face, bundled in a blanket, staring up at him with bug eyes. and those little hands, playing with the only toy she had. domestic life seemed so far from price — impossible, even.

but his protective instincts prevailed. those paternal aches consume him completely when he picks up the infant, feeling her nuzzle his buff chest. the small, high-pitched coo she made when he planted a kiss on her delicate forehead.

that emptiness, filled halfway when he embraces an innocent thing that's never felt the cruelty of life and death. the other half would never be entirely filled — his wife would always be gone, never to be replaced the same way.

but it was then that he realized, he could still try. moving on from her wasn't betrayal. it was progress. the life he deserved, being a father, a pure protector for an abandoned child.

[acornered]

If I'm not reblogging enough 9/11 memes today, it's because-- and I swear to god this is true-- I am on a flight to New York City and the infight wifi is bad.

[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

[loveinsomesacredplace]

centering the guy in a m/f ship when ideally, equal adoration and care should be lavished on both characters is weird right? It’s not just me?

[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]

[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