#death anon

[missazura]

azura stop being an idiot challenge

[thecoldsoldiers]

For Asset after his first successful mission.

Death had waited in the wings time and again, knowing his death was just as possible as they experimented on him as anything. She didn't intervene, she only watched.

When he saw her next she wasn't there for him and it was curious to her that he saw her at all. Perhaps he saw her because of a prayer. Perhaps he saw her because his actions were as much worship as anything. She was no goddess and worship seemed unusual to consider this, but in a way she wondered if it was.

She didn't address him, however, watching him passively for a moment, a glint of eyes under her hood, before she turned her attention to his victims.

Asset’s eyes flickered with confusion, uncertainty. This being was not like them, that much he knew. He could see her jawbone glint under the moonlight and just the fact that she was breathing meant she wasn’t human.

He had seen her before, small flickers, something that activated a dim spark of a memory. She had been watching. He knew her. He just didn’t understand how. He cast his eyes down at the bodies, the blood rolling into the street and he closed his eyes. This had been a test mission. HYDRA would expect him back soon and so he couldn’t just stand around and watch her.

“You take them and yet you won’t take me.” The bitterness was clear in his tone. His voice was muffled under the mask but his eyes flashed with hatred. “You won’t grant me peace.” Death was not ready for him yet, apparently.He turned on his heel and marched to the pickup zone. He couldn’t afford to be late. Being late meant more pain.

[kel-is-here]

What do you mean "atleast not because of this"? Kel are you suicidal? What are you planning to kill yourself for? and where is Hero when you need him-

-Death Anon

"Oh, it's nothing! Don't worry about it!"

[demon-anon212]

The tea one?

- Death anon

Yeah, I own her soul now technically. I wish I hadn't made the deal though.

[fact-anonymous]

we recently had a factive that formed in ourchildhood come out of a 5 year dormancy (we used to watch his source a lot so im not suprised he is in our system ) and its just really frustrating cus he talks in our first launge when most of the alters in the innerworld speak english, hes been confused for the most part cus nearly every alter that he knows is dormant or has intergrated and we have no idea on how to help himn adjust to being not dormant and with the time chage so do you have any tips on how we could help him - death he/it/cross/flower

hi, Death, thank you for sending the ask, and thank you so much for your patience. QwQ

welcome back to the system @ that factive, we hope he settles in well and takes care of himself (and/or gets support from the rest of the system) 💙

it's really stressful sometimes to come back to a system when everything has changed since you were there. and the language barrier... I sympathize. 5 years is a REALLY long time. T_T

my tip is, he doesn't have to front a lot. if he likes fronting, he could do it bit by bit. this is so that he isn't overwhelmed by taking in ALL the changes in one go. n_n

maybe you could also make a document/comic/etc. in a private system server, physical notebook safe from other people, etc. that updates him on all the changes?

if he misses the old alters, maybe he can also indulge in some nostalgia. you could try talking about them or looking of pictures of them with him. i think you can use tips on "how to deal with/express grief" the same way you'd grieve a lost singlet/separate-bodied person. because losing alters (especially those who were friends, partners, family, etc.) can be really hard, and he needs compassion and patience in that regard.

as for the languages, i'm not sure how to help, my apologies. the body I live in speaks 3 languages, so we have 3 "lingua franca" to use in the system when our original languages can't be understood.

followers, any suggestions?

-mod espresso

[biggothbelly]

Send me asks! I’m feeling bored and wanna be entertained by you guys ;p you can ask me anything! I even accept teasing heheheh c; it can be mean don’t worry

[marzipanandminutiae]

ok but what are YOUR favorite and probably real victorian funfacts?

There genuinely were some doctors who thought riding in trains would cause uterine prolapse [uterus falling out], when trains were new. The concern was that the vibrations from travelling so fast would break the fibers connecting the uterus to the abdominal wall. Unsurprisingly, this did not stop women from riding in trains. Because fuck that noise- trains!!!

One time in the 1840s a bunch of doctors shellacked live horses and rabbits and concluded, when the animals died (probably from heat exhaustion after being unable to sweat), that they had suffocated and that mammals breathed partially through our skin.

Some beauty manuals of the era may have created accidental sunscreen. Occasionally you see advice to wear cold cream on your face when going out, to prevent sunburn. This probably mostly didn't work- but some cold cream recipes contained zinc oxide for a "white foundation" effect, due to beauty standards favoring very light skin, which may have created a low-level SPF. Other manuals also advocate sealing the cold cream in with powder...which even more frequently involved zinc oxide.

A dentist may have gotten away with a malpractice death by blaming tightlacing. A 23-year-old maid named Annie Budden, of Preston, England, went to have a tooth pulled in January of 1895 and suffocated after the procedure, during which she had been dosed with nitrous oxide. The dentist said she was tightlaced and therefore the coroner ruled that he was not at fault- however said dentist claimed that her natural waist was 23" and her corset measured 18". Presumably that's the closed measurement, and corsets were commonly worn with at least a 2" lacing gap at the time (one corset ad I've seen mentions that women liked to give the theoretical closed measurement of their corset as their waist measurement, to make it sound smaller, while actually wearing it with the customary gap). Ergo, she was only laced down about 2-3 inches, a difference unlikely to cause asphyxiation. The fact that she worked as a maid similarly calls the assessment into question- how could she have successfully done physical labor while laced down in a way that diminished her lung capacity so much? Her employer vouched for her good character and excessive tightlacing was seen as vanity- and would have been noticed by making Miss Budden look out-of-proportion physically. That doesn't add up either, to me. The dentist went on to become mayor of the town where this all happened.

That thing above started as a fun fact about the only credible death due to tightlacing and then I looked into it more and now I'm just mad.

Justice For Annie Budden

Sorry this has gotten off-track but I'm still mad about the whole Annie Budden thing

[the-post-crow]

Then let us begin. *stomps synth onto the ground teleporting them to an underground river of glowing light greenish blue water*

*DA gets on a boat*

Come along now.

-💀Anon

*oop- aaand pomabitch got taken by ohabee*

[demonic0angel]

DC x DP Prompt: One would think that Danny, being the king of all ghosts, didn't have to answer to anyone. This is false. He answers to Death of The Endless. She terrifies him.

Phantom ducked his head in a bow. “Hello, my lady.”

The young teenage girl across from him smiled softly. “Call me Death, remember? No need for all of the honorifics.”

Phantom didn’t say a word, but his hands clutched as he politely nodded. Batman and the Justice League stared at him, slightly confused. The woman, Death, looked at them next and she waved a little. “Hello. Thank you for taking care of Phantom for me.”

Superman answered, “Of course. He has been a great help and a good friend to all of us.”

Death beamed. Nothing about her seemed frightening, but Phantom trembled faintly as she turned away from him.

After a little more small talk between Death and Superman, she eventually faced Phantom again. “I’ll be leaving now, Phantom. I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay.”

“I’m fine,” Phantom said softly. He looked at her then, with wide eyes. “But— when can I—”

She frowned slightly, but her eyes were full of sympathy and sorrowful affection. “I’m sorry, you know what your destiny is. Until then, I can’t do anything. I know it’s hard, Phantom, but I promise you’ll be okay.”

Phantom visibly deflated from her statement and Death placed a hand on his shoulder. The Justice League immediately tensed, not knowing what to do as Phantom had no reaction, except his flickering eyes as he looked at his feet.

“Goodbye now, Phantom. I’ll see you again soon.” Then she disappeared.

Superman approached and the Justice League checked over Phantom, who was silent and miserable-looking as he allowed them to inspect his condition.

“You are frightened of her,” Wonder Woman observed. “Why is that? Are you afraid of her killing you?”

Phantom shook his head. His eyes were downcast, and his starry freckles seemed dim.

“I’m not afraid of her killing me. I’m afraid of the opposite…. I’m afraid that she’ll keep me alive.”

[missazura]

"The woods, you kidding? And stay in the rain longer? Not on your life." He wraps an arm around her and pulls her in tight. His poncho almost eats her whole with how it wraps around her.

Death's grin grows wider, a mischievous joy there. "I haven't done this with someone who's living in a while. Hold your breath."

He steps forward, and the world steps away for the two of them. There's both a pressure and an absence in her chest, like the air's been taken out of her lungs. It's dark in a way darkness shouldn't be - palpable and cloying and wanting something from her. It's all foreign sensations and a dread on the back of her neck and wrongness and-

He takes another step. The world comes back, but now it's a coffee shop, although not the one she intended to go to. It's cozy though, a little inn-like, an electric fireplace going on one wall.

Death looks down at her, that grin still there but buried somewhat underneath potential worry. "Here we are! Better than getting soaked through, right?"

((heehoo have fun going where no living person is supposed to go =)

Once the world appeared again Azura took a GIANT deep breath, clutching her chest in fear. The sight of the inn and fireplace comforted her a bit, however, even if she doesn't exactly recognize where they are now.

She grabs his arm with a trembling hand and turns to him, face pale.

"DID I JUST DIE?!"

[thecoldsoldiers]

For Bucky, after his fall from the train.

Death approaches. She sits in the puddle of blood that's slowly melting the snow, watching him with faint curiosity. "How long do you want to lay here and bleed? We could go now. It would spare you so much pain."

There was a sharp pain in Bucky’s lungs, it hurt to breathe and he was struggling to keep his eyes open. It was a slow blink but forcing his eyes open once again saw him focusing on a woman, he couldn’t make out her features under the black cloak but he knew who she was, dying soldiers had spoken of her enough. “I… can’t.” He coughed and grimaced as it sent pain pulsing through him. “I can’t leave him.” Pain was something he could tolerate, he would push through it if it meant he could return to Steve. He would go home.

He forced his eyes away from her and instead focused on the snow. Had someone else fallen as well? Oh no. That explained where all the blood was coming from. “I remember you.” He rasped out, continuing to talk. “The amount of times you were there, waiting for Steve. I wouldn’t let you take him.” He gave a small smile. “You lost then, you won’t get me now.” That was all he could hope for.

Breathing was getting harder, the snow felt warmer, like a blanket that was prepared to cover him. He wasn’t sure how long he had closed his eyes for this time, but when he opened them Death was still there, further away but watching. He realised what had stirred him. Rapid footsteps, people around him. He blinked and saw himself being dragged in the snow, his arm leaving a trail of blood. “Maybe next time.” Bucky mumbled.

The next time Death would appear, he would beg for her to take him.

[kel-is-here]

Alright, if that's what you want then.

You're less than scum, Kel, because atleast scum has a use, you're worthless, you can't do a single thing right, you can't even help your friends out, if you were better, if you were a decent person, Sunny would have already come out of his house, better yet, he would have never even locked himself in there in the first place because if Hero didn't spend so much time cleaning up after a fuck up like you, maybe then he could have prevented Mari from dying. But no, because you were being a dumbass someone died. Mari died because of you, Sunny, Basil, Aubrey and Hero could die all because of you, You, someone who's not even a second or third place medal compared to Hero, someone who's less useful than a 16 ton concrete parachute. You know your parents would be much better off without you, they'd be better off with one less useless mouth to feed, we both know that, everyone does. Everyone knows how much of a fuck up you are and the only reason they're keeping you around is because of Hero. But even then, who knows how long it'll be until even HERO gets sick of you because you're just that fucking unlovable. It's no wonder everyone avoids you like you're the plague. Why don't you try to be someone, Kelsey? Oh, that's right, it's because you can't even do that. How sad, poor little Kelsey can't even make up for all the damage that he's done, for all the trouble that he's caused.

You should have died instead of her, you know. Because then, everyone would be much, much, happier.

"..."

"Are you done now?"

[demon-anon212]

…You’re going to be annoying, aren’t you?

- Death anon

I was simply stating facts earlier. The annoying one is that prophet Anon who keeps following me around.

[frownyalfred]

Do you have any Thomas Wayne headcanons ? <3

has the unique ability to curl up and nap anywhere despite being 6 foot+ (it’s where Bruce gets the ability to sleep in the field from)

played rugby in college

recruited Alfred himself when Alfred, in the employ of another family as a valet, herded Thomas politely away from a car with the employer’s children waiting inside (Martha was pregnant or about to be and Thomas was impressed)

would box with Alfred on slow nights, yes shirtless (Martha pretended not to watch but she’d peek)

Bruce slept more in his arms than the crib or anywhere else for his first few weeks of life

brilliant but spacey at times. Martha gave up trying to help/remind him so sometimes he’d show up to fundraisers/galas/events sans tie, socks, etc

hated being in those social circles and considered his medical peers and the staff at WE (Lucius Fox, etc) as his real social circle

the definition of quiet wealth, if you saw him on the street you wouldn’t guess he was so extravagantly wealthy

worked the ER for a long time, and saw the worst of Gotham (via its victims) which led to increased donations and the establishment of several additional charities

met Martha on a beer crawl and was entranced when she turned him down 3-4 times before finally agreeing to date him

was a bit of a womanizer before he got married, but after he met Martha his eyes never strayed, not even once

if Martha kicked him out of bed he would whine and sleep at the foot of the bed on the floor instead of literally any of the 24 bedrooms in the Manor or like, the couch

defended his choice to marry Martha to both his family and hers (no one liked the match)

it took him longer to die in that alley than people realized. Alfred, when reading the autopsy report, believed it was due to his need to ensure Bruce was safe. Martha died nearly instantly.

[samuelroukin]

TAIKA WAITITI as Blackbeard & CON O'NEILL as Izzy Hands in OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH (2022— ) Episode 2.02 Red Flags

[biggothbelly]

I feel like most of my clothes barely fit anymore 😅 like damn my belly wants to blow out of everything! 🐽 maybe I should start thinking about a diet… hmmm god I should be teased for how huge I made myself and I’m only getting bigger and bigger by the day.