#dead mother

[mysterious-secret-garden]

Max Klinger - Dead mother, 1898.

[pl9090]

Belatingly noticing the Pokemon skull trend and remembering Mr Miles saying that Cubone represented the Faction, (presumeably due to the shared skull mask aesthetic and, "absent" parent narrative) I ran a quick Google search and found this. Unfortunately it's no longer a cosplay option due to the Etsy shop no longer selling it but could be used or referenced inuniverse by someone as a fun easter egg I guess. Would the Faction care about it being from a fictional creature?

[obsessiveshayme]

This probably won't go anywhere because I know I'm not very liked but as you all know my mom died. She left me without absolutely nothing and I'm trying my hardest to get a job but I still need to be able to pay rent. I don't have a job because I spent the last 7 months taking care of her and that was a 24-hour job in itself. Care taking is very hard work!

If you can give please do but if you can please share. I just need any help I can get.

I knew she was sick for a while but her death still threw me and completely fucked my whole life. Cancer fucking sucks!!!

[minaoakdown]

I buy you food and eat whatever is in the fridge.

I feel more like my mother than ever.

[gumballavocadoharry]

Harry and River; Baby years:

Leia:

*Mentions of death and grieving plus it's really sad and emotional too*

I woke up today with a slight chill on my skin. I glazed over my phone screen to see the date of today that brought a variety of memories. The picture on my dresser said it all as I looked into the eyes I'll never see alive again. Those sea salt, turquoise eyes that once belonged to my soulmate....Leia. River's mother...the best mother.

The way her gentle songbird voice would sing to River when he had a bad night, the way she would have a beautiful meal prepared when i returned from work and how River would be sitting his bassinet chewing on the rubber ring toy I picked up for him to gnaw on instead of the dirt and pebbles nearby.

And the way Leia would passionately kiss my cheek if I painted a beautiful picture to hang in the house somewhere. The flowers she planted are still in front of the house catching the eyes of a few strangers lucky enough to pass our block. The rain yellow, pink, blue and purple of different types that all stand proudly on the kelly green stem that sways back and forth on those windy summer days.

Her presence almost reign in the flowers and the winds that blow them.

But now...she's gone. Her bedside, the left side is still flat. I've changed the sheets and the bed since then, but I still expect her to join me in bed once evening befalls and I need someone to talk to about the rough day I had at work and she listens patiently without judgement and just swishes my hair back and forth while my head lies in her lap.

I'm not used to the closet being my own, and the lipstick stains that are non present on any coffee cup I wash. Even the sweet lipstick marks that pronounced themselves on River's chubby cheeks that was almost like a trail marker that informed me Leia had already been there. She was a girly girl and tomboy mix. Her collection of flannels overridden the drawers, and the fancy date night party dresses took up enough closet space already.

Oh why'd she'd have to smoke at 22?

Cries snapped me out of my nostalgic melancholy thoughts as I raced to River's room and scooped the baby into my arms gently rocking him back and forth gently shushing him. "It's okay, daddy's here, he's not going anywhere." I said mostly reassuring myself.

I peppered soft kisses to his head before setting River down in his changing table. "I'm gonna change your diapie wipie sweetie." Afterwards, I took him downstairs for breakfast. "So rivie, I was thinking maybe we could go to the mall today and just shop around, maybe pick you up some new toys and clothes?"

I set River down in his high chair and whipped up some mashed peaches for him. Deep down I knew I was trying to beat around the bush to get away from me and Leia's anniversary. But I couldn't face it right now. It was too painful, it's only been a year since Leia died and I wasn't completely healed yet...but I was being strong for River and that's what I focused on the most.

"You like those peaches right?" I said in a baby voice to River. "I know, they're so good. Daddy likes peaches too."

I put River in baby blue overalls and a lavender shirt with red sneakers. We headed to the mall where the fountain in the front always captured River's attention. I took him inside in his baby stroller, trying not to look at all the mothers with their babies. Feeding them, changing them, playing with them..I felt as if I failed River access to a mother.

I continued on and went inside the BabiesRus that was anchored as a mall store. I let River pick out any toy he wanted which happened to be the oversized rhino that he wouldn't put down for anything. The stuffie costed me almost 50 dollars, but it put a smile on River's face so it was worth every dime.

"Excuse me." I turned to see a mother with her baby girl in the basket as she was trying to squeeze past me. "Oh pardon." I said moving out of her way. I couldn't help but notice the way she playfully engaged with her baby. To compensate almost, I smiled and picked up River from his stroller and played with him a little while holding him close to me.

We spent the rest of our time at the park where River was at his favorite kiddie swing, and the rumination of me just pushing him while in deep thought committed me. Almost like an elephant chained by his ankle to the cage he's staying in. It wasn't until my watch struck twelve that motioned for me to take River home for lunch and a nap.

River had already fell asleep in the car so I figured I would feed him after his nap. I carefully laid him in his crib and tucked rexie next to him. I kissed his cheek softly and wished him sweet dreams before going to leaving the room quietly.

I entertained myself with a good book until River's nap was over. That's when I got the strange feeling to look inside an old box of Leia's things just for a moment relive. I went into the attic and found Leia's old wedding dress and my tuxedo and the matching corsages we both wore. I remember it like yesterday, our theme was blue with laces of sliver.

Then I found an old photo of Leia holding a newborn River. He was so tiny, and Leia had on a typical hospital gown while I wore green surgical scrubs. Leia was so nervous that something would go wrong or that she wouldn't bond with River but none of those things happened. I pulled back her strands of her light brown hair and kissed her cheek. "It'll be okay babe." I said. And it was.

She still kept River's hospital bracelet and receiving blanket and hat from that day. But what really entranced me was Leia's old poem book. She would write in it everyday and I couldn't even count the endless amount of poems she wrote about River. And me of course.

She wrote about the first time we met. It was at a art school where they taught different classes. Leia was practicing pottery and I remember she made the prettiest vase that was painted blue with pink roses on it. She ended up giving it to me as a present on our second date. She was such an empath, and sweet and intelligent and funny too.

I looked at the last poem she wrote while she was in the hospital...well hospice I should say. It was about River.

"My dear River, while I know I don't have much time left, I want you to remember me by the presence I carry with you. On a cold windy day when you're alone and astray, I'll be like a warm fuzzy blanket that you can cuddle in and play.

On a hot summer night, I'm a light that shines with the fireflies. And when your heart needs a shelter after too many falls, let me heal it, to you I give you my all. With every touch and kiss, with every bloom and bliss, you are my River that streams along the fields, with every wind, I am your shield. To my River when you feel oh so blue, always remember me and your father will always love you."

Tears formed in my eyes thinking about the woman Leia was. Oh I missed her than what words could describe.

It wasn't until later that evening, when I had let it slip my mind that I didn't put Leia's box back and it was out and about on my bed. I had set River down on the bed not even noticing the box until I saw his hand reach in and pull out a picture.

"Hey buddy whatcha got the-" River showed me a picture of Leia holding a rose in her hand. My perplexed expression turned to a somber one.

Her light brown hair glowed in the sunlight and the floral print dress she had on matched perfectly with her peachy skin. The room fell silent. "I....I see you found a pretty picture haven't you?"

I carefully took the picture from him before taking a deep breath. "Here rivie, daddy wants to show you something." I put the picture back in the box and picked up River. I picked up the box with my free hand and carried on outside while it was still light out.

I set River down in front of the flowers Leia had planted and showed him everything inside the box. "You're mom planted all these flowers in the backyard by the fence. She loved gardening. But her favorite thing was taking you outside and picking flowers for you and she would show you butterflies and different plants. She adored rivie." I rubbed my face against River's head.

I showed River the poem she wrote for him. "This is the last one she wrote before...well she passed. It's beautiful River." Tears formed before full on cried choked themselves out. "Now we can miss her together."

I held River tightly as the wind blew in the breeze sweeping petals across the sunsetting view of the sun. Leia was still alive....in our hearts she was at least. And I'll always make sure River knows that.

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[lsgv]

Prompt #17

"…D-Dad?!" the protagonist stared in disbelief.

"OK, first of all, I can explain…" He had spontaneously popped into existence in their kitchen with a glowing sword and a gallon of milk.

"Go on, explain it." the protagonist was absolutely shocked, and angry and had a lot of mixed emotions. The man who vanished from their life sixteen years ago had just appeared out of nowhere in front of them with the milk they'd promised to buy.

"So... I think we better sit down; this is a large story, and you may not even believe it."

"I think I'll believe anything, I mean, since you just popped outta nowhere into my house."

"'Kay... Umm... I was actually comin' home after I bought the milk." He placed the milk in the table. "But some weird man told me to follow him, so I did-"

"You don't follow a strange man anywhere!" the protagonist was surprised their dad was that stupid.

"I know, but it seemed the right thing to do then." He sat down and patted the sofa for his child to sit next to him, the protagonist did.

"The thing is the man wasn't actually a man, he was an alien who could shapeshift into anything they imagined. He was here because he needed help to save his planet from some invasion."

"And you were perfect for that?" the protagonist was beyond confused, aliens, shapeshifters, his dad appearing as if nothing had happened, that was a lot for one day.

"No. Not quite. I was just the only one who had listened to Jeff."

"Who's Jeff?"

"The alien. I'm sorry if I go to fast, I'm just exited to finally be back," they hugged the protagonist. The protagonist took their father's hand off them.

"Don't try parenting me right now. You could have done that all the sixteen years you left."

"I know, and I'm sorry, I just had to help, Jeff needed me, his world-"

"Well, I needed you too! And so did mom and Paul! Didn't you think about us before going into your fucking magical quest!"

"I'm sorry, I really am. If you could just let me-"

"What? Make an excuse on why helping a fucking stranger was more important than us? Or even just following a strange man when you could have been in so much danger and you could have died, do you understand that I ain't welcoming you with kisses and hugs when you literally thought it was a good idea to play hero instead of being a parent to me and my brother." The protagonist stood.

Their dad stood up as well. "I understand that you're mad at me, and you have all the right to be, but it was the right thing to do, ok. And maybe I thought you'd be happy for me, even proud that your dad is a hero." He tried grabbing their hand, but they pulled it away.

"You are not my dad. Maybe biologically, but don't you dare call yourself a dad, because you left, you abandoned all of us to go into an adventure, not knowing if you'd come back. You didn't even call once, you could have at least sent a message to mom if you were to go into another world, maybe then I could have understood. But no, you had to go on your own, not caring about us. So no, I'm not proud of you, and I ain't happy your back, you're like a stranger to me. So, I'm going to ask you to get out of my house, please." The protagonist opened the door and gestured for their father to leave.

"Can I at least see your mom?"

"She's dead," the protagonist looked dead in the eye, burning in rage. "She passed 4 years ago, of cancer."

Their dad's eyes watered. "And your brother?"

"At school, but I won't let you see him. Bye."

"But he's my son, it's my right-"

"No, you have no fucking right in calling him your son. You left, you didn't even care, so no. You won't see him. And if you don't leave in the next ten seconds, I'll call the police."

"Please..."

The protagonist gave him a look and he knew they were serious. He sighed. "I left my number in the milk. Bye."

If he couldn't visit his son on his house, maybe he'd have to go to school, right?

Ok, so this thing is strongly, like a really really, "inspired", not to say basically my interpretation of this @writing-prompt-s prompt: link. I copied like most of it and gave it my touch, so I think that they deserve to be mentioned and recognized for their work, because it isn't mine. Besides, I'm a huge fan of them, so... I hope you enjoyed it!

[vrisktorias--serket]

I really wish that I wasn't getting all these mothers day ads right now. Legit some of us either have abusive moms or dead moms and it's kind of painful to see.

[pxrty-crxsher]

Sirius: So how did you guys get together?

Barty: He was watching me, like a stalker.

Evan: Everyday, for a straight month.

Barty: Gay month you mean?

Remus: …

Sirius: Anyways.. what I mean is, what happened that made you think, ‘oh I want him as my boyfriend’ ?

Barty: He was stalking me and I thought it was hot.

[kamiraaah]

Guys, would you be interested in some drawings of TWST parents?

I took advantage of these days to relax a little and have fun drawing some silly things :D

[weirdlookindog]

Jaroslav Panuška (1872–1958) - Spirit of the Dead Mother, 1900

[cosmosnout]

The real reason Oda had to get rid of her was not for plot convenience, but bc she would have kicked everyone’s ass. (Source: trust me bro)

[minaoakdown]

"You were only sixteen" yeah, and she was only forty-five, what about it?

[notebooks-and-laptops]

People saying that Davrin and Lucianis hate one another and are mean in banter and people saying Neve is too mean to you if you chose Treviso Wouldnt last an hour in the asylum where they raised me:

[emiruu-u]

This based off of the headcanon that when Cole 'activated' Lilly's statue in shintaro it shed tears at the sight of her son once again <3

[laniidae-passerine]

don’t get how you can watch iwtv and be a sincere diehard lestat hater. like the world’s biggest lestat hater is louis and that man can’t even commit to it for more than five minutes before literally hallucinating lestat wearing a wedding ring and talking pretty to him. this show is about louis and every road leads back to lestat for that man